<?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-8855878</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:52:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrificial Element</title><subtitle type='html'>Sacrifice
No... its not about the darn chemistry topic...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-116487636947543297</id><published>2006-11-30T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:46:09.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE BYE</title><content type='html'>BYE BYE BLOGSPOT! from now on i'm shifting all operations to myspace.com. I am sick and tired of looking for blogskins, sick and tired of looking for a media player, sick and tired of trying to find all my favourite bands all over the internet. myspace. is the answer. and its friendster and blogspot combined into one. yes. i go to myspace for my favourtie bands and favourite music. thats my myspace. u all can try. if you don't like, well, who am I to do anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/audreykoh"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/audreykoh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i welcome u into the world of myspace. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-116487636947543297?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/116487636947543297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=116487636947543297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116487636947543297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116487636947543297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/11/bye-bye.html' title='BYE BYE'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-116412574110616499</id><published>2006-11-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:15:41.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>timetravelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1681/621/1600/794497/21112006388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1681/621/320/277075/21112006388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1681/621/1600/553259/21112006390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1681/621/320/713295/21112006390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pingqi, huishan, audrey and qihao's ( and a little bit of yazid!) theory of time travel ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(221188 is here!!! i'm officially 18. wee. lalala.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-116412574110616499?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/116412574110616499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=116412574110616499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116412574110616499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116412574110616499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/11/timetravelling.html' title='timetravelling'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-116377588955885859</id><published>2006-11-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:04:49.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liberation</title><content type='html'>ah, i can finally type my blog in total peace. well not exactly totally. contrary to popular belief, my exams are not over yet. ya. i still have SATs on dec2nd. just realised that sat dates are all the same all over the world? of course. i'm so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main thing is i haven't studied for it yet! omg. i think i'll hit the study mode again by monday. fri i have ltc. maybe i'll pack stuff along to study. then... after ltc... 3 more days... then... boom. SAT. bloody me. i'm so stupid. should have totally changed it to january27th. dumb me. ok. i'll start studying by tml. study study. oh man. but its language so i wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway gotten my prom dress. its so gothic i love it. love at first sight, ok? haha, hopefully no one gets the same dress or else i'll cry.like. really cry. promise no one in ny is as gothic punk metal indie as me? ok. haha. i'm turning into a guitar junkie. lock myself in the room and play lotsa music. and then train my right hand to pick. i really felt crippled picking with my right hand. totally bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm off again. my dad just gave me this really cute pig that dances to my music. ok. at least i have something that appreciates my music. and piggy is adorable. ok. i have ltc training camp tml. hahaha :D. hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-116377588955885859?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/116377588955885859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=116377588955885859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116377588955885859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116377588955885859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/11/liberation.html' title='liberation'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-116308176079805266</id><published>2006-11-09T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:16:00.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought i...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"i thought i lost you, but i found you again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo? emo? very emo. yarh. thats what i suddenly feel. hahaha! exams and going different ways from your friends and other stuff makes you emo. i will miss going to andrew's for mugging maths! hahaha. now that maths is over. and i think i won't be doing maths for the rest of life again. instant gratification. but lots of lost feelings left inside. hmmmm. is it only me? or what. hmmm. i think. its only me. and i wun be able to see joanne around for a long time. again! haha. i think we have fate u know. after han's at sec two we meet again two years later but then am going different ways again. hmmm. will miss her badly. and the freezing aircon at andrew's and all the people who mugged like crazy for maths for the past few days. haha. maths bonds people. lol. hmmmm. ok. here's the end of my second post for the day. i'm addicted to blogging. because i love writing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-116308176079805266?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/116308176079805266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=116308176079805266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116308176079805266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116308176079805266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-thought-i.html' title='i thought i...'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-116307625569145141</id><published>2006-11-09T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:44:15.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>battered but still moving...</title><content type='html'>auds is back! for only  short while. after this post, i'll be off mugging for physics. now who has the time for the eyecandy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pings absolutely hates ahem-jc. so i i won't talk abt it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite tired, but still moving on. having a better time than at prelims. i hope i did put in my best. and not disappoint anyone or myself. :). auds go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today. i was so dumb. i didn't tie all my papers together. hopefully none of it fell out before i re-tied it. luckily i wasn't at the hall. phew!. so dumb of me. lalala. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are lots of people adding me on msn and i dun know who they are and they don't know who i am. so weird huh. bloody spywares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the list of the stuff i want to do immediately after the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;1) go to ViVocity (bloody everyone'sgoing there and i'm not???!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2) file up all my guitar tabs (its overflowing_ and covering my spaces up_)&lt;br /&gt;3) change Sally's strings so she'll be a leftie guitar. (hey. Dean Markley strings ok! good strings for an aspiring jimihendrix. though i'll never be of that standard)&lt;br /&gt;4) watch youtube.com all day&lt;br /&gt;5) go to sweelee's&lt;br /&gt;6) play the guitar every second of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my only indulgence is ipoding now. my immobile ipod. such an irony. apple company just knows how to make money. send in my mini for repair they claim its beyond repair and gave me a new one that loses its battery power after 3 months. and then i can't sue right? i'll have to either pay for repairs or buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i only just found out that my left eye cannot adapt well to contacts. and my lip is cracking and its hurting like crazy. :( i need hypoallergen lipbalm! which are not glossy to inflate my already inflated lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is consultation tml with my dear physics teacher. anyway. i had a dream last night about boarding a bus with some ny teachers inside. chem and physics teachers. yayaya. must be dreamfairy reminding me to study the two subjects well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. till the 17th! (my bloody rj neighbour is burning midnight oil and putting a lot of stress on me by switching on her roomlight and making my room so bright)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-116307625569145141?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/116307625569145141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=116307625569145141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116307625569145141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116307625569145141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/11/battered-but-still-moving.html' title='battered but still moving...'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-116256522713463603</id><published>2006-11-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:47:07.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i live in singapuraaa...</title><content type='html'>they say that when the clock strikes 00:00:00 on the countdown timer, all of our hearts will stop. since i am still living and breathing i conclude that it is beating in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day i will vomit blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayaya, gp paper. over. laaah. no more gp. no excuse to go online to "search" for articles. no more excuse to read books until late at night. no more... no more... no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y-von has a cute neighbour from that ahem jc. i have a cute friend from the same ahem jc. thus i conclude that ahem-jc has cute guys. ok random. i shd be doing work diligently right? not looking at the cute guy who is sitting beside. hahah. wei, i do work ok! another guy from the same ahem-jc likes ping's friend. lalala. ahem-jc was my dream jc. OK. i think i totally gave it away. don't ask me what my dream jc is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to my main point. i used to want to go there damn badly. but then i came here. haha. so, however i do in the A's, i wud be in the place that i will be destined to be. so, i shouldn't think too much except to do it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think geepee totally fried my brains. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop: maths and chem. i hope that maths will be an ok paper. so i can score my A. and chem. i just hope i can do my best in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. so here goes. i love everyone. and myself too. lalala. my entire family is hooked in HBO. i can only lock myself up and study while fending off their noises. Home Box Office is making everyone happy except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;press on!!! i must jiayou. and stop coming online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-116256522713463603?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/116256522713463603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=116256522713463603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116256522713463603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116256522713463603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-live-in-singapuraaa.html' title='i live in singapuraaa...'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-116195938646729509</id><published>2006-10-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:29:46.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oldies</title><content type='html'>hellloooo! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala. well. i don't know how to start this post but have been catching up with people from sec sch these past week. well there was deepavali in vickie'shouse, where i saw mainly her classmates but still my schoolmates. then lyddddiiiia huney at the airport. haha. (lya's got a sweetheart~)  ;D (and i don't???!!!) haha. no larh. decent looking chap. lydia's lucky :D. then. then i received an sms ( i wunder if anyone else did. i sure hope so) from apparently mrs ho. hmmm. HMMMM. ok. nvm. i love her. and then i saw my favourite art-slash-chinese-slash-pE-slash-basketball teacher-slash-my uncle's bball coach secondary teacher at bedok today. hmmm. i dun think he is teaching anymore. but still one of my favourite teachers. i think he saw me. or was he thinking "why is that girl in red specs looking at me liddat???" aiya. but he is still the best. so is mrs ho. and all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. then i realised why i worked damn hard in secondary school for. i didn't work hard to become a rock star. i worked hard to get in a jc and then go to uni (and then make money according to mrs boo's globalisation theory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to cheong for my A's (until i finish typing out the globalisation thoery). mrs boo is also the best ;D stayed until damn late to consult us. after a long day! love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i watched the producers this morning. a good musical. i'm hooked on indie movies and musicals and documentaries and classics. haha. too bad singapore has no place for a grand arts scene. so boring. hahaha. ok byebye. off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh yarh. jason mraz's album is worth checking out. and i really like the scissor sisters! yayaya. i'm growing old)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-116195938646729509?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/116195938646729509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=116195938646729509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116195938646729509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116195938646729509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/10/oldies.html' title='oldies'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-116151725668928754</id><published>2006-10-22T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:40:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>menopausal</title><content type='html'>Is menopause contagious???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me thinks so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it sounds absurd, but i've been experiencing (*gasp!*) menopausal syndromes (and my mom is NOT???!!!)&lt;br /&gt;1) hot and cold flushes&lt;br /&gt;2) face turning red for no reason&lt;br /&gt;3) loss in appetite (which, unfortunately does not apply to junk food and thus my weight is still as such)&lt;br /&gt;4) insomnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahpiang. i'm not even 18 yet! (which, of course is in ExactlY one month's time) i'm feeling heat radiating out of me face. eeeeks. and arms. and tummy. mr.thermometer happily adds that my body temperature is a healthy 36.5*C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this goes on i'm going to become an old lady by next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i already an old lady now? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBO is addictive. it reallllly is. and so is chocolates. and sushi. (why did sumo sushi move out of bedok??? WHY???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayaya. out with my nonsense. anyway i just contradicted myself (with respect to the previous post) in my gp aq question. i'm a *blip* walking contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll better stop here before i get all emo and philosophical. and my computer is turning bonkers. which isn't really helping me to vent my frustration here. and my revision is still half dead. go audrey go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-116151725668928754?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/116151725668928754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=116151725668928754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116151725668928754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116151725668928754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/10/menopausal.html' title='menopausal'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-116118228120239215</id><published>2006-10-18T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:38:01.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre preparation</title><content type='html'>hi all. i've just discovered that my blogskin is based on panic! at the disco's song camisado. you know. "you're a regular decorated emergency". imagine my shock when i listened to that song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shows how we have taken so many things for granted. lol i'm speaking like, you know, a gp student. sigh. i can't seem to draft an essay out. i have lotsa ideas in my head. i just don't have the patience to write it down. you know. like writing my words down and halfway through my lids are droopy and stuff. i'd much prefer doung maths and reading. i'm reading  alot. about north korea's nuclear programme. talkingcock.com. and how dumb mr bush is. i won't get prosecuted for being so outright right? its the final conclusion i have after reading so many satirical caricatures and reports on how messed up and vulnerable the entire GOP is. its really bad to be the only powerhouse in this chaotic world. wait. the world has all along been chaotic. bad humans. we should all hide our faces underground and do some reflection. maybe then the world would be a better place. but by then many people would have died of suffocation and allergy to who-knows-what. and then the remaining survivors will start a revolution against the person who started this movement (thats me of course). and then the world would become chaotic again. talk about political reforms and its consequences. and the domnio effect or the rippling effect or the slippery slope argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people talk about the yin and the yang. BALANCE. bleddy where is the balance???  the world is printed on paper (that is destroying the trees, anyway) and it is being potrayed as a dying, dying world. the world is not dying. the human spirit is dying. we all are submitting to conformity thinking it will lead us into the footsteps of the rich and the successful. the ones who have the most say and have papercuts from giving out all that cash. those who bend the rules are mostly unaccepted. if the whole world bend the rules, will the world be a different place? yes maybe. but then again. the conformity will go on, and on, and on. people don't have to open their eyes. they can sleep along the way and they will be told by the invisble genie (that governs the world) that they are successful human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that is the plight of being human. we humans are not omnipotent. so stop destroying the forests and give everyone a break. fellow humans are tired. animals are tired. i daresay that the non-living plastics are tired too. about the media hype around them. whether they are harmful to the environment or in some rich woman's chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time i'm rambling about the world again! wee. this calls for celebration. lets throw in more paper hats, haze and a lot of booze (read: environment, politics and social problems).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm off to conform to my society again. i skipped the tuesday lecture on my society because i am sick and tired of this pretty and too good to be true society. why can't we learn about the bane of the society's policies too??? everything we know is something good about it. go refer to your textbooks and see if u can spot anything that is detrimental to our government. does anyone even know about devan nair? or the prosecution of some american in our country? or even how other countries are talking about our policies? we live in a bubble. we really do. our society creates a perfect situation for us and we all live happily ever after without being able to escape because the environment is damn good to live in. would you give up your lovely home for a place in afghan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that singapore isn't good. it is. but singaporeans should be able to get another perspective of the argument rather than being fed nutrients through the feeding tube. i'm not even saying being fed with a silver spoon. you know what i'm implying? (for the not very sure, i'm saying that we are all comatose and immobile. being fed with a spoon is slighty better because at least it doesn't mean that we can't think for ourselves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm in a feisty mood today. i need to do fluids and ask marklim more questions. i need to write a bleddy long essay and have it evaluated by mrs boo. and cats are screaming in my backyard. my neighbour loves partying at night. there is night time contruction behind my house. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well,&lt;br /&gt;c'est la vie - such is life.&lt;br /&gt;and life goes on, and on, and on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-116118228120239215?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/116118228120239215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=116118228120239215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116118228120239215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116118228120239215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/10/pre-preparation.html' title='pre preparation'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-116083777153611226</id><published>2006-10-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:55:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Drowning in sorrow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so says mr. afi. i'm listening to them! again. haha. anyways. its been weeks since i've actually blogged. (see, not heeding gary's advice).  and i've just graduated. yes. just graduated. you've heard me. graduated from the place that i've cried more than anywhere else (both happy and sad), smiled more than anywhere else and spend my time more than anywhere else in the past two years. yes my lifeline has been taken away from me. but i'm not going to wither and die. i'm going to fight in my battle and win! haha. if only i can get rid of my prejudice against chemistry. actually i can do chemistry. my results says so. if i can put my heart into it. yup i'm going to put my heart into studying now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jonathan newin of acjc totally could read my mind yesterday. and i unwittingly read his mind too. sigh. macphersonians do actually have something in common:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE LOVE OUR JCs MORE THAN OUR SEC SCH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (even for pure macphersonians ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday during graduation day we took lotsa pictures. i took with my dearest councillors everywhere, then with more people. haha. i'm going to miss all the crapping and crazy gossiping. even on the last day we were gossiping with sampad and gang. (note: sampad is either vantan or sandar. this time, it refers to both). haha. aiyo. those are one of my favourite times. then there was the blablablabbblah ceremony. but then miss lim and mr tonny lim are the bestest! haha. i love them both. i love the diary. i always wanted to buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also unknowingly fell into deep love with MCR's Welcome to the Black Parade. I love th elyrics. I love how the song ends in a deep sigh admist all the chaos. I love the video. It practically depicts what i wanna do now. Like study like crazy then end with a big long sigh (of relief).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i totally got a vision of my prom dress already. i found one on ebay which was sold already but there is a similar one selling at Guess. But that one is a bubble bottom. which will make short old me look like a dumpling (like the one i tried at daniel yam, of which luckily, i hope, no one actually noticed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, its a vision. who'd know what i'll wear? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"forgetting you but not the time." (greenday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is Welcome to the Black Parade for all of you. Its my favourite song of the moment. (besides Kings of Convenience; i'm still contemplating whether to buy their album).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYpBXdZzT5s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYpBXdZzT5s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-116083777153611226?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/116083777153611226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=116083777153611226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116083777153611226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/116083777153611226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115988394419047793</id><published>2006-10-03T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:59:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the memories</title><content type='html'>i went running and talking today. and hanging and studying with happy people:). haha. kind of opened up today and let my can of worms inside my heart out. quite upsetting u know, these past few days. it felt like i was stuck in a predicament with no prospects of ever seeing a light. chim right? and i bottled it up inside. (dear friend's theory: like a bottle of coke, shake shake shake too much will explode) but then i learnt the lesson of never letting yourself totally believe in a person's character without knowing the person well first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my d-m-s is back larh. i need to focus! hence i ran today. 6 rounds with pings, 4 rounds with dar until that huimin thing yelled at me to go home. hahaha. i wanted to go further but then... i know i can't really make it. unless i train! haha. the sun baked me quite well today. and i got the energy to forget about unhappy stuff. and talking helps a lot too. like i totally polluted pings and huimin's ear drums with my endless nonsense but they were patient and offered good advice. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lip has an area that is swollen. freaky! weijunz and sweez say its due to stress, dehydration and heatiness. i need to drink more water! so i won't end up with a big ugly looking sore and hurting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pings and yaz introduced me to gothic lit today. chim chim. but then i got quite interested in it provided i won't ever have to witness people popping their eyeballs out in spaceships and doing immoral stuff to each other. anyway. speaking of which i think i saw that film before. when i was younger. hmmm. its r-21! erm. hmmm. anyway i'm starting to read wuthering heights. something light to start off gothiclit. i think language is beautiful. science is, erm, more systematic. does not interest me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i am spending more time with sally nowadays. sally is my classical guitar. jack is the semi-acoustic and i secretly call the ibanez one tim. secretly because it technically does not belong to me but my brother. sally sleeps, dreams and studies with me (oh my sounds wrong). sally destresses me. except the smelly metal smell she leaves in my hands after i'm done with her (sounds wrong again). ewww. i can't stand metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i'm done here. ought to sleep and do some reading. good night good night. i feel blessed for all the people i have around me. :D i love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115988394419047793?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115988394419047793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115988394419047793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115988394419047793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115988394419047793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-memories.html' title='all the memories'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115959062379703266</id><published>2006-09-30T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:30:23.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baddbaddddays</title><content type='html'>gary says blogging will improve english. so i'm here to blog! haha. dots. its been a bad week. yayaya. my prelims are a flop. and its in a big bloddy mess! sigh. i'm UPSET. ok. lalala. my brains are empty from the week's activities. and i've been studying, sleeping and eating only. just as what mr kwek prescribed for us j2s. i think my brain will explode into a mass of liquid soon. like KABOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all else fails i'll pack my bags and leave. maybe wander into some other country and then start all over again. like going on to be a rock star instead. goodness. i sound like a drama mama already. lalala. if you realise, i like to lalala whenever i'm upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blimpy betty bounced to the barn and blew her blimey brains with a barrel gun. *randomnity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on monday i met qiumei, and jon newin msged me and even lydia msged me! haha. its almost like a little reunion. lydia saw someone-in-particular at the airport. i wonder how someone-in-particular is doing now. lol. ilubyouguys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to start running again. when we were running for a short distance during facil camp i suddenly felt happy. i like running. running makes me happy. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised the value of cherishing something you have. like when i lent josh my electrico cd. i suddenly have a craving for electrico. and i haven't been bothering about the cd for a good couple of months already. luckily i have the album on realplayer! if not i'll die. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its all the emo music that my brother is making me listen to. like "hey this solo is good." or "this riff is very nice!". for your information (and for my clarity of my music direction) i don't really like emo music. i only like playing solos. i guess the claims that we all like to make in gp essays that music influences our behaviour does have some credibility? all the emo music is making me want to cringe and whine and tell myself that it is the end of the world. i think i need to start listening to happy music. erm like. three bears that y-von like to sing. or the rainbow song that peiyu like singing. lol. and the ernie song from sesame street that sandar is humming to. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all else fails i still have the purple dinosaur's famous tune to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ILUBYOU,YOULUBME, WEAREHAPPYFAMILEE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IAMUPSET.:( :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115959062379703266?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115959062379703266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115959062379703266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115959062379703266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115959062379703266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/09/baddbaddddays.html' title='baddbaddddays'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115918398007271733</id><published>2006-09-25T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:33:00.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah ! ! !</title><content type='html'>i haven't been updating at all but it feels like a hurricane had just flown past me. toomany things done, too little brain space to remember and blog. plus my connection always interfere with my dad's so i have to stave off the computer for a while. gosh gosh. i do miss going online even though i don't really like doing that anymore. i miss my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, prelims have been gone for almost a week now. still suffering form the after effects which have been promptly rescued by retail therapy and physical exercise. but then when school starts tml (actually its only for the chem papers. chem. urgh?) i have decided to study like crazy. 38 days more to Alevels. Damn its the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been quite a fruitful week though. but damaging to my pockets. after prelims ended i've been around, eating, ice-skating, eating, watching miami vice, eating, reading, sleeping, eating, shopping, eating, reading, sleeping, eating, going to facil camp, tuition, eating, reading, sleeping, and then more shopping and eating, yes, judging by the sequence the biggest damage would have been spending money, then eating. (which is why going out with mum today wasn't such a bad idea after all. she's the one with the money!). But then ice-skating is super hazardous. yes yes, i refused to listen to merrick's psychological guidance in ice skating hence rendering me useless in gliding gracefully like a swan. but then a flying man (in skates la) banged right into me before weijun could shout "fly...". ya. bam! bam! i fell on the floor. bam! bam! i had a bruise on my right butt. and my right ankle suffered from a huge wound from the boots. before you can shout eee-yer! i ended up with a gigantic bruise around my right knee. therefore i think the whole world is hell bent on making my right leg crippled. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facil camp was fun. haha. i don't know if it is the correct word to use but yes, its fun. even though i am pretty unable to land my kayak properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i was nice to my brother for once. i bought him his a7x album. thanks chewwwhan for finding it! haha. and he decided to buy me a bag in return. quite bimbotic though. hmmmm. i wonder if it means anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i think i'm done yakking here. saw cz and his friends and xuansheng,huiting, jasmine they all today. haha. i think orchard road is the once place you should never go if you don't want to meet people. but then. where else would you not? singapore is small.small.small! i want to move to newyork. in 20years time. and work for a big name in fashion. now wait. does that not sound like the devil wears prada? ya. its from the devil wears prada. i can't believe i'm even reading it. lalala. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115918398007271733?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115918398007271733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115918398007271733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115918398007271733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115918398007271733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/09/wah.html' title='wah ! ! !'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115742968893467064</id><published>2006-09-05T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:14:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2H2vGbI46Vs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2H2vGbI46Vs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i'm so into this song. even though i'm hating lostprophets for having a newer music direction (whatever happened to the days of luckyyou???) i think i might just go get their new album (Liberation Transmission). anyway i can always stand in gramaphone the whole day and sample their cd before deciding. well, that is if i have the time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighayeayeaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cannot come to terms with steve irwin's death. when i heard it on radio yesterday (yes, after a long whole time of refusing to listen to the radio), i heard daniel and yang commenting on it. and i thought they were joking! sighayeayeaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm getting mental blocks now and then. like, totally blank. i hate prelims! whoever doesn't anyway. but i hope i can do my personal best. :( sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother's been jamming like crazy in his room after we visiting swee lee's and he acquired a distortion pedal. before that he was testing out his friend's overdrive pedal, which left a really bad feedback noise whenever he left it switched on, which was all the time. point? i cannot study!!! oh, and swee lee's only has ONE left handed guitar and it costs a whopping 1100. good gracious. i think the world is against left handers. :( why, why, why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya, you must be thinking, this isn't the time to be thinking about guitars and gigs!!! yaya, i'm going off to muggerland straight after this ok??? i was printing out physics papers. which is A LOT. but i like physics more than chemistry. lalala! not listening to your protests!!! lalala!!! i love physics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was a good teacher's day in school. haha. i think we nutters went nuts. especially when yazid appeared on stage. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was admiring my cable, which was attached to yazid's pedal. thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!!! I'M KIDDING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more guitars!!! i'm off to mug!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115742968893467064?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115742968893467064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115742968893467064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115742968893467064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115742968893467064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/09/gosh-im-so-into-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115660733549799331</id><published>2006-08-26T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:51:29.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is in the air</title><content type='html'>good goodness. i don't know what ever happened to my funky green tagboard. maybe because i hardly even touch it that it turned away.HELP!!! nooooo. this is disaster. and i don't mean my tagboard, i mean prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cz says the minimum thing to get for prelims is CCC. and A/B for maths. helpme. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going nuts, really. mum thinks it stress. i think it is the lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M RAMBLING ABOUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in dear bus 24 last friday morning, "love" was in the air. i mean seriously. the couple who were practically PDA-ing (PublicDisplayofAffection, or rather PromiscuousDisgustingAct) from paya lebar bus stop were standing the middle of the bus and deCLARing their love. And caused me to not be able to spot my friends or spot a seat without having to look at them first. and the girl thinks i'm going to snatch her boyfriend or something. ughhh. I WAS LOOKING FOR A SEAT, dammit! so i was pissed all the way from paya lebar. and i think they caused a few passengers to bend their heads down in pai-seh mode. and the tv was blasting this really sweet love story of two really cutelooking teenagers. except their wasn't much to listen to because of the lack in dialogue. or rather, it was the smooching and sweet talking of that PDA couple that infiltrated our ears before we could even figure out what the show was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and faithful bus two-four has seen more than that PDA. my grammar here is horrid i know, but i'd rather not type the entire phrase out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i see another PDA on the bus i'm going to flip. three in a week is really enough, you know. enough to cause an eyesore. what is the matter with senseless lovebirds??? (i mean both straight, gay/lesbian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. off from my senseless rambling. i'm going to figure out what electrochemistry is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TaTAAAAaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE AUTOMATIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONSTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh, this is a great song to go crazy over. like me now. and i know my taste in music is deteoriating. whatever happened to the goldfinger me of yesterday??? its getting so gay :()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain fried tonight through misuse&lt;br /&gt;Through misuse, through misuse&lt;br /&gt;You can't avoid static abuse&lt;br /&gt;Abuse, abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without these pills you're let loose&lt;br /&gt;You're let loose, you're let loose&lt;br /&gt;Take off, get out, no excuse&lt;br /&gt;No excuse, no excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that coming over the hill&lt;br /&gt;Is it a monster?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a monster?&lt;br /&gt;What's that coming over the hill&lt;br /&gt;Is it a monster?&lt;br /&gt; Is it a monster?&lt;br /&gt;What's that coming over the hill&lt;br /&gt;Is it a monster?&lt;br /&gt; Is it a monster?&lt;br /&gt;What's that coming over the hill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, mind bruised, it seeps out&lt;br /&gt;It seeps out, it seeps out&lt;br /&gt;Face down, home town looks so grey&lt;br /&gt;Looks so grey, looks so grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convexed you bend, twist and shout&lt;br /&gt;Twist and shout, twist and shout&lt;br /&gt;Stand up brush off get moving&lt;br /&gt;Get moving, get moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that coming over the hill&lt;br /&gt;Is it a monster? Is it a monster?&lt;br /&gt;(x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face down, home town, face down, home town&lt;br /&gt;Face down, home town, it looks so grey&lt;br /&gt;(x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that coming over the hill&lt;br /&gt;Is it a monster? Is it a monster?&lt;br /&gt;(x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4v8qae11_-M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4v8qae11_-M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115660733549799331?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115660733549799331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115660733549799331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115660733549799331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115660733549799331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-is-in-air.html' title='love is in the air'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115599270513899261</id><published>2006-08-19T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:05:05.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm typing this because...</title><content type='html'>i'm typing this because i'm waiting for my bloody printer to finish printing the stuff so i can exit adobe and print another setof stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days to prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this torture or what???&lt;br /&gt; its been a good week though. although i seriously think that we have lost our minds. think thurs afternoon in library. yes, its "yang guang nui hai!" by our dear sandar koh :). haha! and then all the other stupid crazy stuff we do that make ourselves laugh like crazy. hurhurhur! laughter is the best medicine. it cures everything except stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, me and huimin went to airport today to mug. like seriously. i brought my "mugger bag". my red bright bag that hasn't seen daylight since last year promos. woke up pretty early and took the bus to changi airport. i like the bus trip better than the mrt one! and we camped out at macs. sadly, there were those you know, couples that "study each other" more than they actually study, so you know, it was quite distracting. but then it was ok. we managed to grab the corner seat and it was my favourite spot in anywhere studi-able so there was nothing much to get distracted by except for huimin. who is so engrossed so there is nothing to be distracted by. so we got chased out after lunch and we headed for our next camp at burger king. haha. switched tables three times and did much cleaning up. but it was a good spot. save for the lesbian couple who kissed each other like dogs sitting right opposite me. i'd wish huimin had a bigger head. so i won't throw up. then they left. and we saw terry from s6c. mugging also. and then there was this bunch of really really really super pretty girls and guys who look older than me but are complaning about o's and talking more than studying sitting behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank heavens for the invention of the mp3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115599270513899261?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115599270513899261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115599270513899261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115599270513899261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115599270513899261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-typing-this-because.html' title='i&apos;m typing this because...'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115571589488660446</id><published>2006-08-16T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T16:14:00.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bbmak!</title><content type='html'>I'M TIRED. EVERYDAY IS A REPEAT OF THE OTHER. LALA. 76 DAYS TO A'S. 14 DAYS TO PRELIMS. SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYs, heard this song on vikram's ipod today and realised i do misss it very much. i want the song file! lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to study, sleep, eat routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="150" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWkUYZLyAJU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWkUYZLyAJU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115571589488660446?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115571589488660446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115571589488660446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115571589488660446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115571589488660446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/08/bbmak.html' title='bbmak!'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115495659433245417</id><published>2006-08-07T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:16:34.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>number64</title><content type='html'>Audrey Koh Shun Qin is officially Toaste. As is Toast, you know, the bread? With butter oozing all over it filling it with unsaturated fats and the occasional kaya? You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. just kidding. i'm not a piece of bread, excuse me. I am Toaste (i added in the e for a special effect on the pronounciation so tht it sounded posh, and its NOT a typo error, excuse me) because I am burnt out and feeling glum and angry all the time and i do mean ALL the time and I actually experience hot flushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT MENOPAUSAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leads us to the term, PMS. not your usual PRE-mens-whatever syndrome. BUT P as in PERPETUAL-mens-whatever syndrome. yes. I thus coin the term's exclusive rights to myself. MY OWN!!! anyone touches it i'll snarl like a mad female dog and bite the person's head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway. this is my dad's computer so i'll have to be careful with words. And i have to type super fast too. if not. he'll know all my secrets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. since i'm blogging my secrets aren't really secrets anymore but who really reads this rotting blog anyway. Its just another bin for me to vent my post-teenage angst into. post-teenage angst. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway i've been really snappy to the men around me lately. Like super duper uper snappy. yes. if i don't like your face you'd better move out of the way. like that poor boy that i snapped at the blood donation booth that day because the timing was super inconvenient for us j2s. poor boy. but then, hey. i'm not in the wrong, ok. no evil intentions here. just feeling frustated. i like my girlfriends though. i love them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh happy birthday sab!!! teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm off to spin my ancient franz ferdinand cd. not exactly ncient but then i hardly ever listen to it. i save it for days like this, when i just feel goofy and want to bounce along and sing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well do ya? do ya do ya wanna?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm off. Daddy has come into the room and wants his laptop back and me back into my room for more work. sigh. i need to work harder!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. i totally adored the grooming workshop today. the speakers were such darlings. and huimin was so pretty! and so was many other girls i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i hadn't almost been late and couldn't pack my shoes in time and if only i didn't live so far away from school that i have to worry about not reaching school in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i love singapore! hah. random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;franz ferdinand, here i come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115495659433245417?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115495659433245417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115495659433245417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115495659433245417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115495659433245417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/08/number64.html' title='number64'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115447838689999209</id><published>2006-08-02T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:26:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paperwork</title><content type='html'>damn. the school computer can't start my printing job for my acjc paper. damn the machine. argh. i'm just suffering from home computer withdrawal effects. but i don't even see the point of networking online anymore. i come up, print notes, blog, search for stuffs. then done. my friendster account is ancient history. just like my brain. shite. i hate my self :(. oh ya. and i write my blook, which is at chapter 1ii. ya. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i just acquired our dream guitar. a bloody ibanez. a bloody white ibanez. a bloody white jem ibanez. a bloody white jem jr. a bloody thing. it even has holes (ok, a hole) in the body for you to grab the guitar with ease. what the hell! i only dreamt of people carrying it and its now in my hands. bloody thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't cost a bomb. trust me. thanks to mum's bargaining power. it costs less than a fender strat. but looks wayy cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'll better stop with my bloodyful mouthing rampage before the other bloody thing occurs to me. i'm feeling sick. i just want to quit school and sit in my chair and drool all day. and then again i think of how lucky i am and i will stop and buck up and do my work. which is what i'm trying so hard to do now.&lt;br /&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/1681/621/320/jemjrwh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok men. start your engines. and scream out loud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh. shungui just did a funny thing. haha. funny person. ok. had some amusement for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115447838689999209?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115447838689999209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115447838689999209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115447838689999209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115447838689999209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/08/paperwork.html' title='paperwork'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115426090797268062</id><published>2006-07-30T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:01:48.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebabe!</title><content type='html'>my used to be swanky but now failing laptop is going to whipped off to the hp headquarters for some serious tuning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no internet mojo jojos for the next week. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss you, laptop. we've never been apart for more than a week! how am i supposed to live without you??? i love you!!! don't leave me! don't leave me! i am going to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!! (add some bollywood music, "&lt;em&gt;my life is nothing without you..."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"she's the prom queen, i'm in a marching band,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  she's a cheerleader i'm sitting in the stands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  she get the top bunk, i'm sleeping on the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  she's Ms. America, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  and i'm just the girl next door!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sing this song!!! ahem. ready???&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. ok. off to do some printing. july is over!!! what??? what??? what the??? NO!!! kill me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more weeks to prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115426090797268062?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115426090797268062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115426090797268062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115426090797268062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115426090797268062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/07/byebabe.html' title='byebabe!'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115349855351715439</id><published>2006-07-22T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:15:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terribleliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"don't say, these currents are still pulling me and you can't explain, but the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, this song brings back memories. :(. Its Hurricane by Something Corporate. Something that i've always hung onto for that little bits of warmth. Hmmm. took me about a year to find this song again you know, after i replaced my gritty PC with a swanky but now failing laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Its ironic. Its the same with me. I always get sucked back into the thing that i'm trying to run away with. Then i'll end up with a heartbreak. or a disappointment. I'm still not over that stage! the more i run away, the more i end up being sucked up into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is baddd. for my emotions that is. and i'll end up being very pissed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings a new meaning to the proverb : You can run, but you can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good grief. i think i'm not the only person who experiences this, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've started a new blook (blog book). Something a little too adventurous. but i'll let people know about it when i think its time. i think it needs a little polishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm officially off my retainers (note to mr.icecream: i'm not ugly!!!). yayys. now i can flash my megawatt smile and blind everyone in my way. maybe kill a few even. i hope it can. then i wouldn't have to worry about coming out with a jerk/irritant/stalker repellant. my teeth is power! then i'll call myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the incredible ex-girlfriend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. i can't. i'll get sued by super ex-girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115349855351715439?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115349855351715439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115349855351715439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115349855351715439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115349855351715439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/07/terribleliness.html' title='terribleliness'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115305700022964268</id><published>2006-07-16T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:36:40.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disaster</title><content type='html'>this is hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i wait for the printer to finish printing all i need for the following week, i decided to type this entry out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch work is hell. there is so much things to be done. a month or two more ot prelims?u must be kidding me. i am so dead. wahaha. i just checked. no. 234 on the ranking for physics. snapped in between two of my friends. woah. bloddy. i hate those rankings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. gtg. i'm going to finish up nuclear physics and ar,mr,whatsoever-r in an hour's time if i'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless the queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115305700022964268?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115305700022964268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115305700022964268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115305700022964268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115305700022964268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/07/disaster.html' title='disaster'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115295651554013880</id><published>2006-07-15T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T17:41:55.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mayhemm</title><content type='html'>the week's been uneventful. probably because i'd already foreseen my horrible results? now i'm horribly grounded for the week. hopefully i still can make it the solico dinner but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAYBEATS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh! i wanna listen to Love Me Butch. I must listen! and with all my favourite bands going from unknowns to radio hits ("thanks" u ingenious deejays ;( ) i need a new supply of more bands! but anyways. i still love afi so shut up radio. and mtv. fancy taking away afi from the underground music lovers. i've been listening to them since i was sec 3!!! for goodness sake. anyway. good luck to yaz for his concert today. and i hoped it was a great soccer day for the 28 and 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. sorry peiyu i still can't find another skin i like so i'll try to change the blogskin soon. i love red you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile i'll occupy myself with more books to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love chris manby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115295651554013880?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115295651554013880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115295651554013880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115295651554013880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115295651554013880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/07/mayhemm.html' title='mayhemm'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115251913985432339</id><published>2006-07-10T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:12:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>italy triumphs</title><content type='html'>ITALY WON!!! yayy. just as i predicted. bloddy good match yesterday it was. but left me with a bloddy headache that rendered me almost half dead. but still having the energy to blog, i decided to ramble a little more about the whole world cup in this entry for the next few paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody zinedine zidane. he broke my fragile heart. HE BROKE MY HEART!!! why was he so stupid??? i love zidane!!! loved at least. if he was still on the pitch he'd would have given the italians a good run for their world cup. yes i know. i wanted italy to win. but not without a good fight!! what the hell was zinedine zidane thinking?? my hero went to zero within moments. while i was almost half asleep on the carpet!!! sigh, what a way to exit the world stage. he!!! argh!!! boohoohoohoohoo... and that dominque guy. why did he sent off ribery and henry. gruff ruff ruff. stab stab stab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my favourite italian player del piero decides to exit the world stage too. what the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bold prediction is that germany will win the world cup 2010. i'm quite sure of it. i like their new squad! and their coach. brazil is left to kaka. and robinho. and adriano. and ronaldinho, who is not getting any younger by the moment. badd brazil. broke my heart too. but nvm. i'm supporting them all the way. heck, i'm starting my own, world cup 2010 fund; pls send audrey to south africa. yes. i'm saving up for it. don't forget telling me that i must find holiday jobs to sustain the fund. if i'm going to stay there for the whole month i'm going to bust the bank with a $10000 bill. nvm! i have another 3 and a half years to save up for it. i think i'm just plain stupid. i should just go find myself a rich football boyfriend and be a WAGs (wifes and girlfriends of footballers). then i can get myself free tickets and good accomodation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the world cup comes and goes.my life is filled with a temporary void. haha. the epl is coming up but you know how i feel about english football. ughhh. no more looney rooneys!!! i think i'll just wait till UEFA or Euro to get my dose of football anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bloddy splitting headache. i think i'm going stare at more television now. and yes. i like philip lahm. whether you like him or not. bloddy cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/621/320/phlip.jpg" width="98" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;get what i mean???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115251913985432339?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115251913985432339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115251913985432339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115251913985432339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115251913985432339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/07/italy-triumphs.html' title='italy triumphs'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115235348690349000</id><published>2006-07-08T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T18:11:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mardy bum</title><content type='html'>i am feeling very very very crabby today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reader discretion&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: when subject is feeling crabby, crammy, crappy and corrupted, entries tend to contain certain violent languages and crude descriptions. content is thus unsuitable for pregnant women, disciplinarians, mothers, and those with a weak heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the morning with a blocked nose which was promptly cured of later when i searched classifieds for a tutor that my mother wants me to find for my brother. I am allergic to newspapers. Severly allergic. so you can imagine me with a box of tissues always on hand whenever i read the papers. but i've realised that the allergy can cure blocked noses so i stopped loathing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i phoned that tutor up and inquired for my borther. mum insisted i do that cause she was busy. and that bloody guy screamed at me when i told him i was eighteen. bloody hell. later,my mum called him back and he explained that persons under 18 are not allowed to inquire or whatever. its tuition for bloody goodness sake! and even so it didn't render him a licence to scream at me and make dumb demands. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later it was lunch. the place at parkway was really filled to the brim so mum and me decided to go upstairs for some window shopping. ya right. window shopping is nothing but nonsensical talk. you know how i am like when there is a sale. and especially at mango. it is difficult to curb the urge to take a look. tried on a skirt, but although it looks ok and it was on for 50%, my butt looks like its going to burst through the seams. I AM NOT KIDDING. my extra 5 kg goes into my butt. and thus, i cannot don those nice and pretty and darn tight jeans that i had acquired for the past few years. exams make you fat. and many can testify to that statement. you eat and sit and sleep. what's worse that that? and my butt has become a big mould of cellulite. bloody butt. lucky j.LO. at least people are sane enough to love her butt. but she has tons of money and she can buy clothes that actually make her butt look like gams and not lard. us mortals can only whine. i made off with a pair of jeans that are nice and loose. a bit baggy. quite soft. and it was for 50% off. thats important you know. i can't help but be a total stinge because i just blowed money on friday shopping in town with pings. anwya it could conceal my butt and its a pair that i could actually wear with my new bum so i was pretty satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we did get down to luch. i was sitting there and then an ang moh plonked his tray and bum beside me and began devouring his mee pok with as much gusto as a typical singaporean. that other ang moh reporter in Today would have been very proud. i didn't really care. i was feeling really sleepy and the bright lights were piercing through my droopy eyes. totally irritating. well it was the most irritating thing in my life until a really nice woman sat opposite mr ang moh. i saw her just now in mango. her dress was really nice. anyway she took 5 bucks from mr ang moh for some lunch. and mr ang moh went away when she came back with her tray. mr ang moh came back a little while later chomping on Bee-whatever Pork slices. Or better known as bak gua. he walked up behind her and then. he gave her a snog. A SNOG. bloody hell. hell knows how much food debris they much be sharing in that passionate lip lock. i'm fine with a light kiss but tonsil hockey? totally bad. and then a kid was banging into my chair every 5 milliseconds that i had to focus my attention on that kid. i swear that the kid is an incarnation of puss in boots. cute but irritating. well when i managed to get rid of mr puss in boots kid i saw mr ang moh in an ashened face. didn't they just shared a passionate kiss just now? ah whatever. crazy people in a crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily not all of the days before were as bad. chem paper 1 was hell. grufff. but friday afternoon was good. me and pings had a good time in orchard shopping in almost every shop in orchard. i am going back to atticus. i don't care. i must get my paws on that afi shirt. since i got their newest album. not too shabby an album though. love the new guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oliver kahn is playing in today's match. THANK GOODNESS. Or i'll be left thinking that the world cup 2006 was a total fluke. it is anyway. but nvm. may germany win and italy win. or maybe they should just scrap the match n declare the winners since the odds are so good. or maybe zidane with his nice honey eyes can mesmerize the goal keeper so much that he can launch another attack again. wahahaha. or maybe cristiano ronaldo can finally kick some butt out of podolski and scream "how could you have taken the young player of the year award from me?" may be slap podolski with a red card just like looney rooney suffered from. god bless the referee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now. i'm off to catch some sleep and searchf ro stripes. i don't know why i'm searching for stripes but i happen to like them a lot now. especially those white and black bold stripes in a polo tee thatis buttoned right up to the neck with geeky black rimmed specs. and may fit them together with my mango jeans. woah. emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115235348690349000?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115235348690349000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115235348690349000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115235348690349000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115235348690349000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/07/mardy-bum.html' title='mardy bum'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115183907528956791</id><published>2006-07-02T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T19:17:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil my LOVE</title><content type='html'>today i'm going to do something stupid and blog in portuguese. i'm going to blog in brazilian portuguese in the honour of my one and only favourite team. and my one and only favourite player - Ricardo Izecson Dos Santos Leite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise known as Kaká to us mere mortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaká, eu te adoro!!! Quero que saibas que admiro muito... És mto especial!!! Eu sou gritar com a saída do Brasil da Copa. A vida é assim, perder faz parte. Estou muito triste. Deus te abençoe!&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.p.s.: I had a little help in writing this from kaka himself. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss his presence in the field already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'est la vie - such is life. :( you can never guarantee any success or anything. you can never predict accurately the outcome of anything. for the brazilian boo-ers i say, go away and chew your worth. the green and yellow pack will be back. for now i hope that brazilian supporters are not too heart-broken. brazil played it beautifully still, and its such little moments that we should be cherishing.&lt;br /&gt;i think i speak like a true brazilian. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;migration, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;but right, france seem more powerful than ever in the match yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;who cares now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. going to watch finals only. i got a niggling feeling that germany will win, but i hope zidane gets his hands on the cup for one last time and that cristiano can shine. although its pretty ironic that he seems to be england's jinx when he is manchester's star! hmmm. well nvm. he may be cute but he is not my favourite player. got it??? and none of them is my favourite team. got it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may brazil be blessed for the next four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and may i get great results for the final two papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115183907528956791?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115183907528956791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115183907528956791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115183907528956791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115183907528956791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/07/brasil-my-love.html' title='Brasil my LOVE'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115115334839293559</id><published>2006-06-24T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:49:09.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more blogosphere for now</title><content type='html'>i think i did bad for gp. i dunno. gut instinct. thanks football. thanks world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm pulling up my socks. no internet! only brazil matches matches! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno if i'm really ready for midyrs. i hate midyrs! i hate the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing is i'm not panicking as much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first midyrs w/o fmaths. phew. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'm stopping this blog for maybe a week or two. will be back after midyrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Love thursDay! (the band that is). Well. Random. Gotta go. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115115334839293559?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115115334839293559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115115334839293559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115115334839293559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115115334839293559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-more-blogosphere-for-now.html' title='no more blogosphere for now'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115045189564529141</id><published>2006-06-16T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:58:15.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaka</title><content type='html'>oh i forgot to add&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITE PLAYER IS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAKA! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAKA! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAKA! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. you can add in Lahm and Michael Ballack from the germany team too. +)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still nutters over KAKA. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115045189564529141?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115045189564529141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115045189564529141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115045189564529141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115045189564529141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/06/kaka.html' title='kaka'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115044884238917743</id><published>2006-06-16T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:07:22.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world cup</title><content type='html'>this blog is so stagnant that it can even breed mosquitoes. and anyone can spell the word s-t-i-n-k-y??? gosh. it smells. i think it needs some cleaning up. some sprucing up. along with my ailing laptop keyboard and my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hooked on the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucked into a predominantly men's sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing something that i've hated for the past 18 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played football yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was pretty good!!! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe football is my sport except i've resisted it because of some idiotic young boys kicking and smashing into the (ahem) innocent young me (ahem). maybe thats why i'm so ugly (ahem). the football probably did really bad damage to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bad thing about being hooked up on football is my lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baddd... baddd... as bad as that guy who kicked the groin of the trinidad and tobago captain (yorKe). created some drama. and i'm rooting for trinidad ok! so you can imagine my heart wrenching moment when england kicked those balls in. trinidad has superb defence! only maybe because they are inexperienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shite!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115044884238917743?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115044884238917743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115044884238917743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115044884238917743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115044884238917743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup.html' title='world cup'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-115011331034678153</id><published>2006-06-12T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:55:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jean grey</title><content type='html'>i'm getting more and more lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even doing work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addicted to tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i spent my entire night watching my favourite stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like gundam seed destiny, xmen united and bridget jones diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they all shared the same theme of loss of loved ones (it was temporary for bridget jones though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit there and wept like any other emotional crybaby in front of the tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a tv glutton!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-115011331034678153?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/115011331034678153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=115011331034678153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115011331034678153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/115011331034678153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/06/jean-grey.html' title='jean grey'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114934560340158204</id><published>2006-06-03T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:40:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic! At The Disco</title><content type='html'>Wellwell, its been an eventful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rundown. Besides having lessons (or running away from them), there were dinners, dinners, movies, and more dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml I solemnly pledge to run on the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday there was triple lectures. maths, physics, chem. what else. then it was solico dinner. huishan was well, infuriated with some stuff. but it turned out alright. we met up at somerset mrt. and went to play pool in kpool at cineleisure. pings and yaz are killers at the table. after the game, we ran down to seoul garden at ngee ann city's seoul garden. mr lim and ms chiew were there already. so we got our table and tucked in. :). yummy. though the oil kept spilling onto my arms. ouch. the tennis boys came next. and i want to clarify this. whatever the tennis boys said about was totally untrue! how can it be true? sick. at the end of the dinner we took secret photos of the pe teachers gorging on icecream. we plan to blackmail them. but i don't think they mind. haha. and throughout the dinner we talked about all sorts of nonsense. and well. one particular type of nonsense actually. but i'm not going to reveal what. we went to some pro pool hall at lucky plaza and was met with a weird blackout. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues. I stayed at home and rotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed. we went for x-men movie. oei. I know jean grey seemed like a foxy lady, especially when she was with wolverine. but that was well. phoenix. argh. now its tough to explain myself! anyway. it has nothing to with me. orientation was over long long ago! the movie was well. quite ok. interesting though. i never fail to love x-men stuff. i've been watching them since i was a little tyke mind you! after the movie some of us went to pizza hut for dinner. chicken drumlets rock! my appetite was voracious. slurp! eat eat eat. after the dinner qiuhan and winnie and pen went off, leaving me, yaz, pings, huishan, liyana, lionel and merrick. we decided to take a walk to the esplanade roof terrace. it was. quite a long walk. along the way, yazid decided to act drunk. And he was a really convincing act. from hugging the big pillar and shouting "my fat lady", to pointing at jacqueline su's photo on a magzine and proclaiming it is his girlfriend, to kissing a traffic light post. when we got to the esplanade liyana was almost drunk. on the roof terrace we all got drunk. mad. crazy. we slept under the big wide sky and think any passing light was a shootign star. Or magic school bus. Or a gigantic lighting giraffe. and the merlion was vomiting because of liyana's presence. we went off after an hour and decided to do crazy stuffs in from of the exhibits that were under a camera's survellience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we even reached home by 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs. it was council camp ad hoc's fish and co lunch. the food was good! the service was horrible. the customers were hot! not us though. hehe. but there was little time to spare. i had to rush off to my marathon tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and friday. I died. leaving my aureus experientia ticket to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my borrring student routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no! i must work hard to get decent grades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes. will work hard. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114934560340158204?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114934560340158204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114934560340158204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114934560340158204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114934560340158204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/06/panic-at-disco.html' title='Panic! 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Bad thing though, is that people can see under my skirt from below the staircase! luckily I always insist on wearing shorts. no wonder the school banned it. good for the perverts. bad for the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. my voice is practically non existent. I remember singing with yazid (whose voice was also severly damaged by a throat infection) on tues. and then. i kenna. must be something that I sang. now my voice is deeper than most guys and. I CAN'T SING!!! The agony of my life. What is life without being able to sing? hello hello. I know some of you are rejoicing over my inability to deliver bad songs to your ears now but then!!! singing has become a mandatory anti stress relief. can you imagine me listening to fall out boy and not be able to sing sugar, we're going down??? or listening to yellowcard and not being to belt out only one and light and sounds??? or even worse... listening to the lights went out in nyc  by the ataris and not crooning along to it??? add in a couple of coughs and then it become disaster. baddd!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother is jamming now. playing all american rejects and yellowcard. he's one lucky ass. has his own video on youtube.com and now is getting requests for playing at some events. and me??? I sit at home trying to mug but in the end... ended up sleeping. the weather was good ok. and another thing. next week is packed with dinners and more dinners. I later become fat. and dunnoe how to study. baddd. i need to come up with a rescue plan for my dying brain. a nd my waist. baddd. i need to study! I wanna be a ltc camp facil. i wanna go to the u. sch just scared us with all the grades required for the university courses. seeing all the a's ust makes me depressed. ahhh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is stressed up for not understanding something. i am happy-go-lucky. i dun know. later then find out lorh. am i taking things too lightly? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baddd!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114874180769145860?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114874180769145860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114874180769145860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114874180769145860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114874180769145860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/05/baddd.html' title='baddd.'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114843046647170897</id><published>2006-05-24T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T08:27:46.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passing on</title><content type='html'>ah! finally can muster the courage to blog. finally can wear my pink/watever colour hairband. Finally no more excuse for skipping lessons and not doing homework. finally no bad nightmares. or bad early morning/late night taxi rides with crazy taxi drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finallly stepped down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can type my blog i peace early in the morning without anyone pestering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think everyone is over their withdrawal syndromes yet... sigh... had cried my eyes out the last night after our dinner/supper at serangoon macs (our ex favourite hangout place)... and had came to school with super puffy eyes... i looked like a disaster (quote from jason: what's new?)... and had planned to cry during invest... the tissue brigade was set in place for free flow of tissue... and then there had to be a technical problem during the video presentation... sigh... and I couldn't cry anymore... anyways... held on to the end of invest... and saw justin! haha... there wasn't many jc people... maybe only our friends from tj and sr... maybe because this is the stepping down period... even as I blog... tj... nj... and ij councillors are most probably crying their eyes out... I'm with you!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't cry anymore... can't live in the past... must study!!! and there are the A's... Where am I supposed to go after I give up my room??? I can only now drift into yvonne's sick bay and peiyu's LT... and... I still have the urge to go and take attendance... even as my juniors are doing it... Luckily I touched my collar and realised the golden badge is not there anymore (note to juniors: pls don't change the golden badge. the golden badge is forever the golden badge)... It's been so conditioned that it has become instinct...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss council so badly...&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/8855878-114843046647170897?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114843046647170897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114843046647170897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114843046647170897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114843046647170897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/05/passing-on.html' title='passing on'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114801752819418736</id><published>2006-05-19T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:45:28.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rafflesian!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back in school and I cannot be happier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at raffle junior college for their investiture!!! haha... didnt want to go yesterday because I had a splitting headache for three days straight and I didn't really know anyone there except for water polo boy from secondary sch years... lol... and I had probably thought that they might just look down on us because we were supposedly the "bad" schools... sigh... I almost had that impression at the reception... when one very pretty rj councillor asked us where we are from (I was with tpjc people and tjc people) and when we replied "NANYANG" chorusly... they turned away and blurted "have fun"... wah... and another person was staring at the tpjc blazer and when they realised it was tpjc... they got quite pissed and squirmed their eyes and rolled them before going away... well... I was on the verge of exploding!!! haha... so we the three friendly schools (the tpjc guy i know... and the tj guy seem familiar) continued to "bitch" about the rj councillors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt the only point which we were pissed... hello... the school is seven times bigger than NY and there are no councillors stationed at crucial points to guide us??? and we even had to squeeze in with the incoming rj crowd... like wow... nearly exploded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... turns out that the rj people were searching for their "tour buddies"... ok... so we had these four really cool people, alex, justina, hanis and kulpana to bring us around... and on the way a j2 councillor came along and followed us as we talked abt the SAD LOSS of rj rugby... qihao must have been very proud... there sch is HUGE... lol... loved the library (LIKE MAD!!!)... but it doesnt have a "homely" feel like NY to me... sigh... big and sparse school... anyway... i bought their pe shirt at their nice and quaint bookshop (if theirs is quaint... ours is tiny)... and well... had quite a good time exploring their school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wouldnt want my kid there... haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i got that nagging feeling of stepping down again... ah ah ah!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114801752819418736?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114801752819418736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114801752819418736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114801752819418736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114801752819418736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/05/rafflesian.html' title='rafflesian!!!'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114766167150976407</id><published>2006-05-15T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:54:31.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>occupational hazard</title><content type='html'>AHHH! I just did the OSCAR occupation thingy... here's my list of suitable occupations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist (Fine Arts)&lt;br /&gt;Artist, Commercial&lt;br /&gt;Author&lt;br /&gt;Child Care Assistant&lt;br /&gt;Copyright, Advertising&lt;br /&gt;Curator&lt;br /&gt;Designer, Graphic&lt;br /&gt;Executive, Health Promotion&lt;br /&gt;Manager, Gallery/Museum&lt;br /&gt;Playwright&lt;br /&gt;Srciptwriter/Idea Architect&lt;br /&gt;Teacher, Art&lt;br /&gt;Teacher, Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE! So weird :(&lt;br /&gt;Visual Merchandiser/Artisr, Dsiplay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114766167150976407?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114766167150976407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114766167150976407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114766167150976407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114766167150976407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/05/occupational-hazard.html' title='occupational hazard'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114744335726323862</id><published>2006-05-12T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:15:57.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solico Shopping</title><content type='html'>WENT SHOPPING TODAY!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wasnt even pestering me to go home... maybe because its going to be mother's day... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... today solico finally go to go out to shop... haha... except qiuhan :(... wahhh... saddd... nvm... we'll go out again :)))... And I bought my voodoo doll!!! from minitoons that is... I bought a spastic looking criminal one with a funny looking black ball hanging from its leg... supposed to give me luck in career and studies (*cross fingers and prays that its true).... bought one for peiyu too... hers is a scholarly looking doll... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And newurbanmale staff are really C-U-T-E... wah... they got looks lorh... but i think quite poor thing... they have to tan themselves until all of them have the same just burnt look... that red red line across their black noses... sigh... although jonathan newin once said to me that they are pretty himbotic... I dun really care... haha... pingqi's eyecandy was lurking around the area that we were in... or did we move to him??? hmmm... aiya... don't care... didnt get to use my card today... and one thing that infuriated me... my bag has a nicer version!!! damn angry lorh... the nicer version is my dream bag ok??? multi tasking and multi functional... plus its good looking (am i describing myself??? ;P_) no larh... i'm fat. ugly and dumb and short... remember??? :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of that... I saw a book in kinokuniya that bears the same title!!! and other quirky books like... the life guide for fat girls... and others... sigh... wanna go back there soon... and maybe i'll get to buy some jap mangas too... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re-reading da vinci code again... last night stayed up to 2am to read it... realised i missed out a lot of details in the book... so fun... but the movie could be like... M18??? sigh!!! don't want to miss the movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!!! actually may have chance to sneak in... today solico visited the house of condoms... only yazid has the age to go in... but after looking inside for a while i decided to jump into the bandwagon too... the staff immediately closed off the above-25 area... haha... eh... at least they believed i am 18 okie??? im 18 by year larh... fine fine!!! I'm trying to say I look mature here... so maybe I have the chance to go into  the cinema to watch the da vinci code... oh... and if you were wondering why on earth we would go into the house of condoms i will assure you it was for novelty purposes... nothing else!!! :D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a few nyjc-ians today... some j1s... and a2 people... even secondary school mates... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to go back to orchard soon... haha... and if you wanna go orchard to find me... you know where i'll be lurking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the house of condoms larh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hint: it has the initials num...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114744335726323862?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114744335726323862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114744335726323862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114744335726323862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114744335726323862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/05/solico-shopping.html' title='Solico Shopping'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114700955657668807</id><published>2006-05-07T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:45:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aid</title><content type='html'>i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once there is nothing to be done except homework and keeping my belly trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how is ben ben and the rest of solico in logistics for invest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it must be tough! only about 15days to invest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah so scary. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my kleenex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I stayed up all night to watch the complete series of The Secret Bible. And the elections (duh). At the end of The Secret Bible I became bored and I switched to CNA. And then I watched the results. And then the PAP won all the GRCs. And lost 2 of the SMCs. Dunno whatever it really means. All the hype about the PAP and young people not caring about politics. Hmmm. I think all Singaporeans want is to secure a good life. To be represented appropriately by their representatives. To have their rights. Well THAT'S Singapore. No wonder the American elections were more exciting. AT least ethics and issues were hotly debated. And there were jucier scandals (Singapore had Steve Chia, who is well, a former nyjcian). &lt;br /&gt;And mysteriously Kampong Kembangan became Marine Parade GRC instead of Aljunied GRC. AND all the bins and signs still point to Aljunied GRC. Even the playground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very very mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Its the culture and the magnitude of the country's power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I admitted defeat to the shimmy shammy world of politics in the old world and the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched to MTV Asia instead for the MTV Asia Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go Bangkok. Bangkok. Bangkokkokkok. go shop shop shop till I droppppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite place in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114700955657668807?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114700955657668807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114700955657668807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114700955657668807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114700955657668807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/05/aid.html' title='aid'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114681151071059604</id><published>2006-05-05T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:45:10.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another week</title><content type='html'>hmmm... i'm now in the council room typing this blog when i'm supposed to be doing my rjc paper... its fascinating how  photoshoot and a heavy lunch can make your morale dip low... i'm not sure... i'm quite tired... i'm sleepy too... and ping qi is reclining on the (super dirty) carpet with ALL the cushions... makes me super tired you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm facing a hell of a white board now... its so filled with so many writings and stuffs... now we know how the 27th felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 more days to investiture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't let go??? i mean... i'm relieved that council work is all over and i can focus on my work... but... its hard to pick up the pieces... all the GMs... my council room that i'm so accustomed to hanging out after a long day in school and depositing all my stuffs (bath things included) into this room... I can't let my room go!!! i cannot... just like all the other councillors that have doodled on mr whiteboard (mr dustbin's friend... lol)... making poor mr. whiteboard very angry and dirty (how do you think he feels???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the last few times we will have this room&lt;br /&gt;everyday after school we cannot go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;nowhere belongs to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as quoted from mr. whiteboard&lt;br /&gt;"after investiture, let's all run to this room, lock the doors and then camp here until our A' Levels are over :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides we have enough vitasoy, ration food, canned food, biscuits and maggi mee to keep us surviving until then (actually I am trying to convinve myself... how can ANY food survive in the council room? It will be assaulted by the hungry ghost-like councillors... me included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already miss those days (even those days that i am angry over some person's inability to interpret what i am saying and what the person is supposed to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very sad ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't live without council already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that came from winnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the paragraph before it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the paragraph before before it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually half of the blog entry was quoted from winnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to log off and do my rj paper now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114681151071059604?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114681151071059604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114681151071059604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114681151071059604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114681151071059604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-week.html' title='another week'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114661492522337124</id><published>2006-05-03T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T08:08:45.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered</title><content type='html'>Ow man I itch. I mean. seriously itching. scratch scratch here scratch scratch there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a dog !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that my knowledgeable mum think that is an accumulation of bacteria in my body courtesy of the four days of council camp. (I had to stumble over that sentence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that itch goes away. And before I try to reach to my ankles to give that itch a good deserving scratch, I'll describe how council camp was. And I'll put more effort in describing it because its my last ad hoc and council's last project together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first things first (another value taught by council). Council camp is not primarily to torture the kids and let our sadistical hearts free from captivity. It primary objectives is to educate the kids on council work and to expose them to the realities of council work. (well for some, they alway thought council is smooth sailing and like a dream). all the "KNOCK IT DOWN!" is not there for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe the biggest misconception for the kids was because they haven't seen the big picture. That is why they nit-pick on everything we do, every single program we have. It just shows how inexperienced they are, right? Well then we seniors have to put up with their criticisms and then carry on with the program, giving the heck-care attitude to whatever they say. And to think I taught some kids to react properly to the appropriate criticisms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I believe the seniors pulled it through. Whatever hatred we got from the juniors was not for nothing. It was only when we make them experience the toughest of pressures and punishments that their true colours began to show. It becomes a do-you-have-the-guts-to-perservere-on thing. Well some began to wake up and realise what we do is FOR THEM, some are still blinded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think we are still suffering from post-camp syndrome. You an't deny especially when they pop out in front of you in a crowded corridor and scream "Good Morning Audrey M'dm!". My goodness. I just ran away. But they are so adorable. And I'm ready to put my load down for the next batch to carry it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's internal elections. While I'm still trying to get back on track for physcis homework and tests and other stuff, I'm beginning to worry who will form the next exco. I think everyone is worrying. They keep asking and making predictions. I just stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired ! Like everyone else. and I'm trying to get rid of that put your chicken hands on your waist aunty position. I'm so aunty ! I think I'm getting old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I don't know why I'm typing like this today. Just totally not my style. Haha. I hope I can snap out of this fatigue and carry on with my A's. Even though my precious council room, badge and responsibilities are going to be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats about all for today. Its been a really horrible morning ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. I can finally scratch my ankle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114661492522337124?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114661492522337124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114661492522337124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114661492522337124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114661492522337124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/05/shattered.html' title='Shattered'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114614570863506417</id><published>2006-04-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:48:28.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going for gold</title><content type='html'>for the whole of the decade of napfa doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got gold ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon pe has paid off well (beams with happiness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now comes the real test of physical endurance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;council camp ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go council go ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can boast to any skeptical (*read: I know who this person is) elect tt i CAN remember their FULL NAMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days ago???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... lizhen came yesterday ! ! ! miss you ! ! ! so nice to see her again... and kailing super cute (as usual) lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish to update more but got impt stuff to do ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is council camp ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go council go ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see all on monday ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll die for chem on tuesday ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooohhhhhhhhhoooooooooot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114614570863506417?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114614570863506417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114614570863506417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114614570863506417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114614570863506417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/04/going-for-gold.html' title='going for gold'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114601238371949065</id><published>2006-04-26T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:46:23.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>council warrior ! ! !</title><content type='html'>I just sent jason to the printer to help me collect another few pieces of printed paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abuse authority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... damn shag already... wahahaha.... i think ad hocs all very shag too... but jiayou adhocs ! ! ! (d&amp;d included) and pia for this last week ! ! ! 2 More days to council camp ! ! ! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... dunno leh... after yesterday's precamp... suddenly i was in i-am-strict-don't-mess-with-me mode... and then after precamp I dunno how to deal with the elects... should i revert back and smile happily as they stride by ? ? ? or will i get dao at because "audrey mdm was so fierce yesterday... brrrrr ! ! !"... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired arh tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later my very short fuse break don't blame me ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is going to short circuit VERY VERY VERY soon... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114601238371949065?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114601238371949065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114601238371949065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114601238371949065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114601238371949065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/04/council-warrior.html' title='council warrior ! ! !'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114579776471164009</id><published>2006-04-23T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:09:24.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer</title><content type='html'>I think I know the answer to my silly question to the last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been staring at the wrong thing for too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't like that because I didn't see jerk walking around me so often for the past few months!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall scream and shout!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the visual thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm enlightened!!! (lightbulbs floating everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i can't possible stone a person to death... and pretending not to see a person is even worse because it digs into your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i shall STARE HARD and be sick of the vision!!!&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer: of which holds a more than 70% failure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong!!! harh harh harh... will overcome jerk motions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.p.s. I wish the girl that he is interested in the best of luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i really think she needs it ;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114579776471164009?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114579776471164009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114579776471164009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114579776471164009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114579776471164009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/04/answer.html' title='Answer'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114579666760674387</id><published>2006-04-23T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:51:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dragon Year On...</title><content type='html'>Its been a year since I last touched that paddle&lt;br /&gt;hee... loved the feeling of the paddle and the water and the sun&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter that we didn't win...&lt;br /&gt;it only matter that we have fun&lt;br /&gt;Loved all the elements =)&lt;br /&gt;Love dragonboating!!! (and kayaking too)&lt;br /&gt;And eating in wisma's foodcourt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes real quick you know, when you weren't looking out for the details and living your life the way that you want it to&lt;br /&gt;One year has passed&lt;br /&gt;but the scars keep coming back even though you wish to throw that dark past away and live life a new way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'd be thinking that i'm suffering from another bout of pms again but i can assure you i'm not...&lt;br /&gt;hee... its a feeling that i have been accumulating this one week&lt;br /&gt;(now pings, that is why i felt super emo on fri even though i am perfectly fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe that makes up for my inperfectness... i have a picture perfect life... i have friends... family... council... fun... comfortable life... but humans aren't really perfect you know???&lt;br /&gt;Maybe being emo and sadistical is what makes up my whole life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I want to continue living my crazy... fun filled... super acheiving life... the dark side keeps calling me back... NO!!! I don't want to go back!!! But each time I think about it... Maybe it's better living on the dark side??? At least it fills my emotional side up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cry all day... be jealous of every girl that comes near my eye candy... haunt my eye candy...  cry when my eye candy goes out with a girl (friend)... think that my eye candy is a super jerk yet still wants to go back to the same place and start it all over again... and think sadistical everyday... be the freak with the rebellious short and spiked hair... listens to emo music and hate all the teachers... and then fail A's and jump off from a building (narh... just exagerrating... don't tune into full panic mode for me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's schizoprehnic... And its eating people up... who on earth will give up the meadows to live in hell??? what good will she get???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm typing this blog... Maybe I need answers... I keep thinking about it so much that a little dark cloud is forming over my head... And before I know it... I'll become that emo little emily again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!!! shake me off this notion!!! kill the boy that stinks like a jerk!!! stab that dumbass to death and stone him until he's horribly disfigured!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe when he's gone then I can be a happy little girl again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now jerk, go away. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114579666760674387?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114579666760674387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114579666760674387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114579666760674387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114579666760674387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/04/dragon-year-on.html' title='A Dragon Year On...'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114554301856237602</id><published>2006-04-20T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:23:38.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the small things</title><content type='html'>today i log on for one sole purpose!!! and it is to blog!!! :) lalalala!!! like what mrs boo says... always write something for a motive... ehhhh... dunno larh... but i write this because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel (tan) very graciously offered to get my mag signed by the rest of the superstar people!!! :))) samuel rocks!!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i was running on energizer ultra plus battery!!! dunno... went siao already... lalala!!! think i will die out tml... and tml is polling day... hahaha... my shortest day also... and there is maths lecture... mt favourite lecture... cos its always gossip time...(jinfa got any adhoc meeting???)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!!! another reason why i am so high today is because solico was super funny... first... at the hall before qna... we pestered mr lim round round and around the hall (as in... really round round and around... we walked in circles!!!)... we pestered him because we want our treeat... OUR OWN PROPER SOLICO DINNER!!! lol... then he bluff us say he want to get married at the end of the year... no money... still dun wan to invite us to his "wedding banquet"!!! ha ha ha!!! then after school... we went to pester him at the ncc room which pingqi was the only surviving pe student... then we had so much fun in the meeting... and im super fascinated by the first aid kit... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop here already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coughing like maddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is polling day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to have more battery power!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114554301856237602?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114554301856237602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114554301856237602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114554301856237602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114554301856237602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-small-things.html' title='all the small things'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114524173353017578</id><published>2006-04-17T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:42:13.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>visibility</title><content type='html'>shall start this entry with a praise on the smart ass that deleted that line in the html code and made everything better (er well yes i'm dummbbb)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is more visible now!!! :) *happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my hair is still giving me problems :( *saddded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you i'm fickle minded...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114524173353017578?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114524173353017578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114524173353017578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114524173353017578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114524173353017578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/04/visibility.html' title='visibility'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114476242153745964</id><published>2006-04-11T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:33:41.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What do you use to cure a overworking, overthinking, over-sian-ded person???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I need a remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;S-I-G-H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;lalalalalalalalalalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;let me bitch about every single thing in my life then i will feel better.... maybe thats why i always look so cheerful... the more i bitch... the less angry i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;or maybe hectic pe sessions make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;or maybe being unglam makes me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;or maybe having mr kooi in the lecture hall makes me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i'm a fickle mind indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;lalalalalalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;two more weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;dont know if i can survive all the emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;just thinking of the times that have passed already gives me so much pain!!! like when sweez,canz,huishan and simin and me were reminiscing abt council camp last year... it felt like it was yesterday... but its already almost a year since it had passed!!! and feeling that the little badge that i've gotten so used to is going to come off soon... very confused about how i feel... anyway... if i stepped down... i can't be like other ccas... still be able to go back and help out with their juniors... if i do... then i'll be ruining them right??? its like this precious little baby that i've cultivated over a year and i have to let it go... like... totally let it slip off my hands and disappear into thin air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;dont know larh... i always dont know de... walk one step see one step lorh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and sing lights and sounds along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(btw i'm in love with the cd!!! which er... sounds like a rip off from the new and matured jimmyeatworld album)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hello you, how was the rest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;You made it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;But nevertheless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I got you, out on a wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;You be love and I'll be a liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tell it all and fill up the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Make it loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;'cause nobody's there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nobody's there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nobody's there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Stop, turn, take a look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;At all the lights and sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Let 'em bring you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Slow, burn, let it all fade out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And pull the curtain down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Wonder where you've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Make it new but stay in the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Just let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Keep it inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Smile big, for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Even when you know what they've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;They gave you the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;but not where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Not how to build, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;how to tear it apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tell it all and fill up the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Make it loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;'cause nobody's there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nobody's there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Stop, turn, take a look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;At all the lights and sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Let 'em bring you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Slow, burn, let it all fade out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And pull the curtain down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Wonder where you've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;'ve got a way to work this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a way and you know how&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a way to work this out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a way and you know how&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a way to work this out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a way...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've got a way to work this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've got a way and you know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've got a way to work this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've got a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've got a way to work this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've got a way and you know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've got a way to work this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've got a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Stop, turn, take a look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;At all the lights and sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Let 'em bring you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Slow, burn, let it all fade out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And pull the curtain down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Wonder where you've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;You've earned everything you've found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And painted faces frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'll say I knew you when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114476242153745964?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114476242153745964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114476242153745964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114476242153745964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114476242153745964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/04/remedy.html' title='The Remedy'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114395395398666477</id><published>2006-04-02T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:59:14.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asylum/Jungle Adventure</title><content type='html'>And its ben awhile... Since I've updated this blog... (try singing it to Staind's Its Been Awhile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been an eventful week that still left me with my nose blocked and running (I think its so confused it doesn't know what its doing... maybe it needs a traffic light)... Block test... then being too tired to do anything... being too lazy to do anything... and then... climbing mountains and crossing rivers (actually climbing sttep slopes and crossing crazy drains) and coming into contact with monkeys (real ones okie) and completeing my trek-a-thlon (actually about 1/3 of it)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday it was council full-fledged asylum... Siao people everywhere in the council room... I think all of us had our brains fried from studying... and from sickness... and everyone was just... siao... all gone nutters... yazid wanna look at his ass because he thinks its screwed... huimin was guarding the laptop like a guarddog for dunno wad reason... me josh and pingqi were screaming after pocky and pretz sitcks and differential equations (three people share ONE tutorial)... sandar brought some popcorn with "nanyang snacks" on it and became very high because of that... cz later was typing on the laptop... and all choy wanted to do was to irritate people... in the end ran out to air himslef because pingqi says he was smelly... then came back to disturb huishan who was sleeping on the carpet but seem to be part of the carpet (i really didn't notice that she was lying there although i know that she suddenly disappeared from the room)... and liyana came and everyone crapped about nonsensical stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we all got depressed and went downstairs to the canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have we become???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno larh... but its still fun in there... and being there for each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup... I went for that recce trip yesterday at macritchie... first objective was to comb the area for treks suitable for nightwalk... hiking... and topography and games... but then... nightwalk was out of the option because macritchie had some rule about no nightwalking and camping (due to it being a hotspot for rapist???) so we split into two groups and headed for treks for hiking and topo and games... along the way we saw our kayak team... haha... i think they were thinking we are mad people... no place to go outing come macritchie??? my group... discovered a good trail for hiking and topo... so we went on... and on... annnnnnnnddddddddd.... ON... the other group went on first to bukit timah by bus... my group had huimin, pen, jonny, candice and cleo... and the six of us ventured into the deep jungle... but first we went on the tree top walk 26m above ground!!! so nice to be on that bridge... even though it was a bit shaky and it specified that there is no turning back and we had to scale a very very steep slope up.... it was the only time to relax... and we continued on our journey to bukit timah (sounds like lord of the rings)... all 14km of it!!! on foot!!! climbing more steep slopes and crossing two drains (which was actually very dangerous) and walking on terrain ground without any glimpse of civilisation for 4 hours... I didn't know how I survived it... but it was really fun!!! but it was good to see civilisation again... I'd never been happier... and oh ya... we even crossed a train track that was still being used by trains!!! wooh!!! i could write a book about it... haha... so suaku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so concludes our first part of the adventure... after lunch at kfc and icecream at pen's father's restaurant at bukit timah plaza... me jinfa huishan and pen walked to SIM... where we were trying to get into the jungle filled with more vegetation and a lot of tall grasses and dunno what there is in the grass... it was the odac route and seriously... its a place that shouldn't be ventured without proper equipment... I think I'll never look at jungles the same way again... so we abandoned our search and venture and went home... really tired... couldn't even join yazid and pingqi at bugis... think i went home and stoned... and i've got a tan!!! not a burn... tired arh tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up with a sneezing nose... couldn't even wake up larh... it was gundam seed destiny that woke me up... But today's episode also not that nice... I want the full series vcd!!! and time to watch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achhhhhhhhhhooooooooOOOOOOOOOooooooooOoooooOoooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff sniff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114395395398666477?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114395395398666477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114395395398666477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114395395398666477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114395395398666477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/04/asylumjungle-adventure.html' title='Asylum/Jungle Adventure'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114329529212243948</id><published>2006-03-25T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:01:32.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the end of time</title><content type='html'>it came and went again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation... yes... the big O... once and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the wake up at 430 routine... and reach home only at 9 part... and I am so tired I can't study for my block test next monday part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything else rocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day... I was a super free councillor... nothing much to do... not my faction attending too... so i went on to help with fortress game... had a blast of a time!!! haha... funniest part was the sandar-joshua-weifang demo part... haha... super hilarious... we repeated the same joke three times to three different groups... and it achieved the same effect... besides getting all wet and dirty conducting that game... I also learnt how to "pop"... to do a baby freeze and to do a body wave... hey... i'm pretty okie in "popping" okaey... thanks to suxian... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day... I was in charge of "guess the murderer"... with yazzywuzzy!!! haha... so we were in front of the council room all the time and guess what... there was a drum set in the room so the natural born rockers (me and yazzywuzzy) were itching to play on it!!! however... there was a new rule that a guy and a girl cannot be in the council room at the same time so me and yazzywuzzy switched turns to take care of the station and do some drumming... hey... I got the rhythm part down pat... its just the right hand right leg coordination part... my left hand didn't face that problem!!! and during lunch I went downstairs to accompany winnie and peiyee... so we were eating in the dark and cloudy skies and feeling pretty cold when merrick popped out and asked "why are you guys eating in the sun???"... the sun suddenly just came out... "merricktic presence thus became our fave line for the day... then there was movie night for tues... so we stayed back... had tried studying for a little while then josh and canz and beez were "angry" that sandar and jinfa had their own meeting with ms chiew and exco cannot have their meeting so we went off to the lt to have our own "exco" meeting instead... actually... it was to watch x-men2... LOL... very nice larh...too bad can't catch the ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrid day... I met my yildun-ians for the first time... excited but apprhensive... really didn't know how they will turn out to be like... rowdy??? bo chup??? disrespectful??? was really scared... luckily I had my councillors there for me and of course my ogls... faction time turned out to be wonderful when we sabo-ed a few people to do forfeits and also teach them the school song... LOL... with actions!!! then we went off for games... I patrolled the area and stopped by a few places... can't help it... loved fotress game too much... then josh roped in me and huishan and choy to play fill the bucket against another of my yildun ct... we won larh... LOL... but then it was fun because I didn't expect our game to turn out to be so fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day... wah... so eventful... because i was especially touchy and little little stuff set me on fire... like rwaaaaaarrrrr!!! but then again... yildun begun to blossom and things were a lot easier for me too... my councillors and ogls were supporting all the way!!! damn good... and then... hop over to disco night... it was just... great... and me and pingqi and huishan and weijun and qiuhan... all... so high even after disco night... "I say council you say aye... you say aye... you say aye..."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its time for me to finish up my block test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya all in a few more days time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114329529212243948?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114329529212243948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114329529212243948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114329529212243948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114329529212243948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/03/at-end-of-time.html' title='at the end of time'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114259606775707927</id><published>2006-03-17T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:49:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the secret to becoming old, fat and ugly</title><content type='html'>AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my very first attempt at becoming a writer... The title of this entry shall thus be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SECRET TO BECOMING OLD, FAT AND UGLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much of secret to become fat, old and ugly... IN FACT... Its innate in us (girls and maybe boys???)... The secret is... To be lazy ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As witness by thee these past week of lounging at home constantly and jucing up brain cells in efforts of hoping to get distinctions (of which are futile) in this coming block test... Sure my brains got a huge workout... But my butt sure hasn't... All that sitting down in a single spot for a few hours straight has not done any wonders to slim my butt... But instead... has plumped it up... And in case you are wondering... Its not another "OH your blood is not circulating properly" theory... Its just that after you sit in one spot for too long... You'd tend to want to walk around... and when you exit your room... Guess what you'll see (or smell in fact)???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh glorious food... big... small... greasy... sugar coated or calorie loaded culinary goodies that will send you up in heaven in a matter of seconds (note: may have literal meaning because the fat content in them is just too dangerously high)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll PIG on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll go back to sitting on the same spot for another 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get what I mean???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all those girls mugging out there... keep that high pile of goodies stashed in a dark corner where it can just mould off and decay and give off that stench that make you want to throw them away... and just... study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... besides getting fat... my brain's working overtime so I have the weirdest dreams too... and clear ones... in fact... And for this past week I've been dreaming about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead... If only I can find a way to seal my mouth and make sure I don;t get near to the stuff... but besides food I dream about maths... and maths... and maths.... and... er... cute boys??? Yes I know... super shameless... eh... don't tell me you don't see cute boys/girls in your dreams okie??? and last night I dreamt that I keep taking the lift up and down parkway building (where mavis was!!!)... haha... I miss mavis and mr ng and the happy crowd of mavis... even though its been two years already and ex-tuition mates still pop out around kembangan (I see the acjc-ian crowd in the mrt every morning)... wait!!! Now I know why I dreamt about mavis... its about MATHS!!! gosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of things... and today... I suddenly wished I was in sa instead... last yr it was ac okie... because my punk rocking, head banging friend wanted to pull me in there to appeal and we had the same grades but I insisted on nanyang and he gave up on me... he's now in ac by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now... must be qihao's influence... I wanna go sa... a bit too late??? haha... I think so too... but nvm... I've got a happy great crowd in nanyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya... so what's so great about sa that makes me wanna go there??? dunno larh... maybe if I go there I'll become very pretty??? because sa and ac girls are usually pretty... LOL... then I can write a totally entry about: THE SECRET TO BECOMING YOUNG, SLIM AND PRETTY (psst... go sa and ac!!! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my brains are fried... Like... seriously... fried in deep heart attack inducing fat oil due to all the fatty stuff i've been eating and not working out... I'm turing fat old and ugly... and also retarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET DISTINCTIONS FOR BLOCK TEST LIDDAT???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114259606775707927?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114259606775707927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114259606775707927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114259606775707927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114259606775707927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/03/secret-to-becoming-old-fat-and-ugly.html' title='the secret to becoming old, fat and ugly'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114234013838906964</id><published>2006-03-14T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:42:18.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>notstudyingatall</title><content type='html'>hi i'm just back from a class outing with chewy yvon lucius luoh yiing eugene kenneth and wen jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah... i know its forbidden but then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE MOVIE IS CRAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its really a fun movie... something like scary movie... except it has MUCH more serious scenes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up for more mornings and study... lorh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually is being woken up by nightmares... sigh... even trying to teach jin fa about physics and having choy going... i teach you all larh!!! is a nightmare to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos in my nightmare jin fa blew up :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my study break is becoming disastrous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too inclined to sleep le... the bed so nice and comfy... and you have all you want to eat lying in wait in the refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how??? how??? how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like im wasting my life away at this point of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think going back to school was more productive... at least I have motivation (ehz... dun anyhow think) to STUDY :) especially maths... I think now during study break my maths and gp standard dropped like ****... I need 05MCG... and nadz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least they are motivated maths students ( i think???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my language... dunno what happened LARH!!! Can write can think... cannot speak le... NOW i'm speaking more in chinese... and chinese was like... one year passe??? I think I shouldn't speak at all... Keep my mouth shut and smile... or frown... or anything else except speak... (i know a lot of people jumping for joy okie???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sony ericsson is getting irritating... okie... the sound quality is FANTABULOUS... great for orientation and noisy noisy stuff... but the messaging sucks and the buttons... ah... but I think its about compromise??? I may be pressing all the wrong buttons all the time and calling the wrong people without being able to cancel the call and sending wrong messages but at least I've got EXCELLENT entertainment on the go... the games rock... the functions rock... and its so energy saving the battery never dies out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its the same with life... If you want something to be outstanding... you'd probably have to compromise on the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if your life isn't really going well... dun focus on your faults and appreciate your talents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your life is monotonous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kick yourself in the ass and get something going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no point trying to be superhumanbeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt it the hard way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114234013838906964?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114234013838906964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114234013838906964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114234013838906964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114234013838906964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/03/notstudyingatall.html' title='notstudyingatall'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114197514624762594</id><published>2006-03-10T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:19:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh-fine-am-see-gee</title><content type='html'>Now continuing from the previous post, (which was like... 2 weeks ago), I will talk about 05MCG, my OTHER class and the people in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCG stands for Maths C Group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, there had been new additions to the class since I last blogged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is the namelist of the funky ass class (note: 9d, you'll still be my number ONE)&lt;br /&gt;1. ME!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;2. Ping Qi&lt;br /&gt;3. Zhi Hui&lt;br /&gt;from S8:&lt;br /&gt;4. Qi Hao&lt;br /&gt;5. Timo&lt;br /&gt;6. Zhi Hao&lt;br /&gt;from 9A:&lt;br /&gt;7. Samuel&lt;br /&gt;8. Zheng Xin&lt;br /&gt;9. Vikknum (spelt like this??? sorry)&lt;br /&gt;10. Ze Qi&lt;br /&gt;11. Jie Yan&lt;br /&gt;from 9B:&lt;br /&gt;12. Siu Hon&lt;br /&gt;13. Ganesh&lt;br /&gt;from 9C:&lt;br /&gt;14. Teng Leong&lt;br /&gt;from 9D:&lt;br /&gt;15. Eugene&lt;br /&gt;16. Derek&lt;br /&gt;17. Edwin&lt;br /&gt;18. Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher is Mr. Heng!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is thus the funky ass class... Cos we work as hard as we play!!! (i hope)... Anyway... I enjoy being in that class... (9D IS THE BEST still... hehe) Cos I can tell everyone about the 15ways to annoy people 3 times over and no one will kill me (errr... I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other than 05MCG, I am also BUSY again with... lemme see... 02 games and skit, council camp, interviews, BAH!!! not counting being able to pass the block test with FLYING COLOURS... so that mr kwek doesn't make me stay every june day and also demote me back to j1...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How am I supposed to survive!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and tml got the SKILL A... 6 page report in 1 hour!!! thank kew arh... and then got o2 stuff and also skit vetting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;STRESS　啊!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got council camp ad hoc now... sandar is saying jinfa sucks... and then... hai!!! later got skit... how to study skill A??? how??? how??? how???...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya... Like exit the blog now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and then.... cca bazaar was pretty fun... although I was pretty much promoting council to the j2s instead... wahahaha... so fun!!! taking a piece of my-budget-is-low paper with red words on it and walking around was never so interesting :)))...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thou shall go and study skill A now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OH!!! and then I'm re-listening to Jimmy Eat World's FUTURES...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;discovered that I like some of the songs in there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and here is one now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh wait... i am more From First to Last now hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnder" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/f/fromfirsttolastlyrics/index.html"&gt;From First to Last Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnderPlain" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/f/fromfirsttolastlyrics/emilylyrics.html"&gt;Emily Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles and her laughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the only thing that I've been waiting for a time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Regardless of our distance and our hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...grows greater &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trapped by pretty eyes and letters for all time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...the only thing that I've been waiting for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope it's something worth the waiting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Cause it's the only thought that I ever feel real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thunder storms could never stop me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Cause there's no one in the world like Emily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's simple yet confusing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her sparkling eyes make me weak at my words, they tremble &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Days seem like years in this month of December &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The winter coldens me for I have yet to sleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And never will I give up trying 'cause you're everything to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope it's something worth the waiting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the only thought that I ever feel real '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cause thunder storms could never stop me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Cause there's no one in the world like Emily,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's no one in the world like Emily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114197514624762594?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114197514624762594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114197514624762594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114197514624762594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114197514624762594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-fine-am-see-gee.html' title='oh-fine-am-see-gee'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114109649030945143</id><published>2006-02-28T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:14:50.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05mcg</title><content type='html'>the bell just rung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO 05MCG :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114109649030945143?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114109649030945143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114109649030945143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114109649030945143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114109649030945143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/02/05mcg.html' title='05mcg'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114087349786651336</id><published>2006-02-25T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:18:17.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the life of the mudane</title><content type='html'>I've finally been able to eat properly&lt;br /&gt;By properly eating I mean, being able to eat "real" food... Like rice... vegetables... CHILLI and fruits and anything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though I am grateful for being able to eat again and not survive on super mashed up porridge and nothing else... I'm beginning to binge... I mean... My chips! the biscuits! apples! bananas! honey!... I will regain the few kg I dropped during my illness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is bad news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I will attempt the "crash diet" taught to zhi hui by ping qi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soyabean! honey! apples! one boiled egg! lean meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which I eat actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my obsession with weight disappeared last year... I need food! and chocolates! and apples! to survive on my heavy work... so I will never attempt a crash diet... super exercise workouts maybe... BUT no more crash diets for me... :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I will live with my newfound weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way... I discovered a new found passion of studying in the library... The passion started form the long long 2 and a half hour breaks I have each wednesday... and became a full blown mania yesterday when I had to spend more than 5 hours in the library... although only 2 and a half hours of it was actually productive... I like studying in the library!!! so next time you see a little girl armed with books notes and a comfy jacket on her way to the library... you'd know who she is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's the newest mugger on board???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... I discovered I get very "high" during math lectures... I think math lectures are damn fun... maths IS fun... and mr heng added on to the "fun-ness"... along with 05S2/XFM/MCG ... and nadz and winnie for lectures... I can't get enough of maths :)))))... I will score fantastic grades for maths and become the next maths whiz and do maths everyday for the rest of my life... But WAIT!!! wasn't that the life I just escaped from narrowly??? wasn't that the life I ran away from... abandoning all my friends and future along with it??? didn't I just run away from a life of doing maths everyday???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are indecisive creatures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and I discovered an interesting book in the Sociology section in the library... Mars and Venus go on a date... Hwahwahwa... Very interesting book... I think guys should read it... Not too suitable for girls though... Because girls can only read and nod their heads but its really a book for the guys... Go hunt it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ya... you discovered something about my life this blog entry... and I am now obsessed with maroon 5, pug jelly, blink 182, Jimmy eat world and AFI... and I hope I can play jack properly soon... I've been so busy I've been neglecting jack... oh... jack is my semi acoustic... and I love him to bits... if only I had time to play it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro-mugger, pro-maths and really confused person I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114087349786651336?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114087349786651336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114087349786651336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114087349786651336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114087349786651336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-of-mudane.html' title='the life of the mudane'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114070404476577404</id><published>2006-02-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:14:04.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MarfincupcakeStrawberrYpie</title><content type='html'>marfin cupcake strawberry pie!&lt;br /&gt;marfin cupcake strawberry pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARFIN CUPCAKE STRAWBERRY PIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now try saying that 3 times faster :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe why but had an urge for weird sounding but interesting names these past few days... like chewcherryonatree and other weird stuff worthy of a punk band name... I very "sneAH" these few days too... like wandering ghost in the middle of dunno where... and I feeling very artsy fartsy these few days too... when I'm bored or stuff I'll start doodling everywhere... and I mean EVERYWHERE (oops!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start bucking up on work again... after friendship week and the crazy sickness for the last week... I am really starting to slack a bit bit... cannot slack!!! must work hard and get good grades for block test!!! even with O2 and elections and council camp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the timetable is CRAZY lorh!!! How am I supposed to find time to even breathe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so paiseh... the entire pe dept knows I cannot pe for a week... so sad :(... I want to play netball again!!! netball is my passion!!! see... failing napfa not so bad idea lorh... can help to train physically and also relive my passion again... and then can know more people... especially since I'm usually with the arts group... interact more with the people I know but don't talk so much to... so fun :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then a lot of people fall ill le... huishan, pingqi, josh, eugene, ray, yvonne, lucius... wah... the list goes on and I highly suspect it is from me... oh die... sorry guys :(... and eugene is not back in schooll yet!!! eugene!!! and pings too... haiyoh!!! I think my illness is a disaster... (ps... I am still sick... but not so bad le larh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya... have to cut short this post... need to do gp current affairs quiz and I wanna do alcohols tutorial soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps... I HATE hall lectures and marfin really means something nice :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114070404476577404?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114070404476577404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114070404476577404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114070404476577404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114070404476577404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/02/marfincupcakestrawberrypie.html' title='MarfincupcakeStrawberrYpie'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114032858042631786</id><published>2006-02-19T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T13:56:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>voiceless</title><content type='html'>I am VOICELESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my throat is a manifestation of inflammation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I have a dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to eat and harm the throat further or to try not to eat, protect my throat, and die of hunger???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now everyone is going to miss my big voice (i hope!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114032858042631786?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114032858042631786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114032858042631786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114032858042631786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114032858042631786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/02/voiceless.html' title='voiceless'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114009549630371291</id><published>2006-02-16T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:11:36.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terriblethursdaysparttwo</title><content type='html'>I decided five minutes ago that I am going to let nature take its course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing here in my life is working out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if I am pushing myself too hard to slacking too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I am putting too much of my concentration on the right things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I am heading to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even sit down... take a breather and think things through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly missed having Nick around to talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then... I don't want to depend on anyone else to stand up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel rotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnder" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/k/kellyclarksonlyrics/index.html"&gt;Kelly Clarkson Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnderPlain" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/k/kellyclarksonlyrics/behindthesehazeleyeslyrics.html"&gt;Behind These Hazel Eyes Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;You were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I used to stand so tall&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arms around me tight&lt;br /&gt;Everything, it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once againI'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you everything&lt;br /&gt;Opened up and let you in&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left of me&lt;br /&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't sleepI'm barely hangin' on&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once againI'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow me then spit me out&lt;br /&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you it kills me now&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't cry on the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114009549630371291?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114009549630371291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114009549630371291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114009549630371291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114009549630371291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/02/terriblethursdaysparttwo.html' title='terriblethursdaysparttwo'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-114009411359398243</id><published>2006-02-16T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:48:33.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terriblethursdays</title><content type='html'>why do I always get sick on thursdays???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an empty shell now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS THE MOST TERRIBLE THURSDAY OF MY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a lump in my very sore throat (I DON'T KNOW WHY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was the I-FEEL-LOUSY-THIS-MORNING feeling that made me really upset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once I was LATE for school (thanks to the unsympathetic packed-full bus number twentyfour) and then Mr. Tommy Lee had to be shocked at my late-coming ("YOU are LATE too???) and then even Mr. CHNG had a shock ("WHAT???")...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my bloody hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Ms. Lim addressed the problem of late-coming in class (she was very angry)... HaiX... made me feel useless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A terrible cough in the morning (couldn't concentrate in lecture... or was it something else??? hmmm) and then and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed down with a fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then and then and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom fetched me but she went to my brother's school to fetch him because he was unfortunately crippled from a terrible accident that caused his feet to be terrible sprained... and made me wait for so long... and... my fever was already getting to my eyes and head and what you have it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the doctor said I am trying to do too many things in one day and I am NOT supergirl... BUT THEN I am supposed to have my physics spa and gp test today!!! and I have to postpone it to tml (which I will be taking with 6A... jonny... your class!!!) and then I don't think I can even do it... and tml there is the inter-ct competition which I have to worry about... and then I skipped The One and tuition today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does my week have to end like that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel upset... upset... upset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh!!!!!!!!! :_(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-114009411359398243?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/114009411359398243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=114009411359398243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114009411359398243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/114009411359398243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/02/terriblethursdays.html' title='terriblethursdays'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113975145637879645</id><published>2006-02-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:37:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet sweet valentine</title><content type='html'>The week is drawing nearer ad nearer and nearer... well... less than 10 hours from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which really explains my perpetual absence from cyberspace these past few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm getting more and more absent-minded these days... must be severe brain cell damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget almost everything... maybe even including myself... okie... maybe not that bad... but then... still quite bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAKE UP!!! AUDREY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slap slap slap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang bang bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pow! pow! pow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some entertainment in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED!!! :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a life to talk about in my blog... I'm a useless pig!!! I dun have anything to write!!! Or maybe I forgot what to write... as always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered that the canz' makeshift "bed" in the council room is a good place to sleep in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO LIFE!!! NO LIFE!!! NO LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY have COUNCIL LIFE, SCHOOL LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LIFE!!! NO LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody bring life back into my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little sad yesterday night when i heard this song... maybe because it means something to me... well then... here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnder" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/b/blink182lyrics/index.html"&gt;Blink 182 Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnderPlain" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/b/blink182lyrics/imissyoulyrics.html"&gt;I Miss You Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there, the angel from my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;The shadow in the background of the morgue&lt;br /&gt;The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley&lt;br /&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally if we want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you can always find me&lt;br /&gt;We'll have Halloween on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;br /&gt;We'll wish this never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;br /&gt;This sick strange darkness&lt;br /&gt; Comes creeping on so haunting every time&lt;br /&gt;And as I stared I counted&lt;br /&gt;Webs from all the spiders&lt;br /&gt;Catching things and eating their insides&lt;br /&gt;Like indecision to call you&lt;br /&gt;and hear your voice of treason&lt;br /&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;Stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already&lt;br /&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already&lt;br /&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)[x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I miss you, I miss you) [x4]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113975145637879645?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113975145637879645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113975145637879645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113975145637879645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113975145637879645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet-sweet-valentine.html' title='sweet sweet valentine'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113932130490225349</id><published>2006-02-07T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:08:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the longest wait</title><content type='html'>yoh!!! i'm baaaaaaacccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sooooo long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning for friendship week lorh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan and plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan and plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan and plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life revolves about the week now lorh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that the week will be damn fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i will tighten the noose around my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing a real date for valentine's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already have jeannette, nadz and the whole of solico as dates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i supposed to choose???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right... now the critics will suan me for being such a loser (i can hear arseholes saying: go get a real date larh! and stop trying to console yourself)... but valentine's is not about just lovers holding hands on the streets... its about remembering the ones you love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love so many ones lorh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then hor... got element of surprise also good larh... hehe... (*hinthinthint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: people reading this blog not counted as surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and better buy me a bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no element of surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then still buy for someone special niah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no $$$???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group wif a few friends and buy for a mutual friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;join the inter-CT competition and win fabulous prizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempting??? tempting... of course tempting larh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadayada... go visit me in the booth anytime and play with my bear hunny the bunnie (courtesy of nadz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so highly charged on adrenaline now and i rock!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so narcissist :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113932130490225349?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113932130490225349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113932130490225349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113932130490225349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113932130490225349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/02/longest-wait.html' title='the longest wait'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113846398002718014</id><published>2006-01-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:59:40.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEAMBOAT!!!</title><content type='html'>ITS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(eve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went nutters yesterday during cross country... councillors are super &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;AA&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;... wear our super neon green tee... sing CNY songs... took like... erm... i lost count of the number of photos we took... and then... run around cheering people on... then... walked and talked the entire trail (and we came in last :))...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;councillors have all the fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... we gave oranges to our teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth my shoe-lace tie-er came in third for the guy's race!!! hariz and kimwei got second and first respectively... and mr mark lim got first for the staff category!!! and mr heng (my new maths tutor) got third... and mr LAU!!! he got one of the top 10 places... and LAo ShI (ms lim) got a top spot too... woohoo!!! so fun... then councillors were pushed put ot lead a cheer... erm... we had some fun larh!!! haha... a bit zi-high-ing... but who cares lorh... we are happy... and that is enuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and minz and pings took 157 to toa payoh... actually wanna take 156 to bishan wans... then we went home... then we go bugis wif jingyi (saw jieying and sister)... then we go marina eat steamboat (saw junkai and his og)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post i post the pics... now i wanna countdown to cny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy cny everybody!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113846398002718014?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113846398002718014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113846398002718014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113846398002718014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113846398002718014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/01/steamboat.html' title='STEAMBOAT!!!'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113815305069194779</id><published>2006-01-25T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:37:30.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soyousailedaway...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/621/1600/emo.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/621/320/emo.sized.jpg" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I sing emo songs (MCR, even Zui Ai Ni De Ren Shi Wo thanks to pq)... AM EMO (yell at people... scream at everything... complain like there is NO tommorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh sux... Like I was always running away from that emo thang but i found myself more enshrouded by it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I dun dress like an emo person... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(oh wait... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... who else dresses up with a black volcom shirt and baggy cargs for a christmas party???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AND &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always doodle stuff &lt;/strong&gt;of sadism and darkness and sadness... something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="71" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/621/320/lil-emo.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that wasn't drawn by me anyway... but its something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway... Here's a little guide to how to dress emo... for all girls out there&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/621/320/girls.jpg" width="92" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;visit this webbie for more indepth stuff about ME!!! actually not by me but it describes me SO CORRECTLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dobi.nu/emo/girls.htm"&gt;http://www.dobi.nu/emo/girls.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But pls don't become something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/621/320/emo-42587.jpg" width="70" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just kidding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;listen to MCR and the lastest offerings by Sum 41 and make yourself a convert to emo-ism...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah dude...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one from midtown would sum it up best:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnder" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/m/midtownlyrics/index.html"&gt;Midtown Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnderPlain" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/m/midtownlyrics/giveituplyrics.html"&gt;Give It Up Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This silence kills the calm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I force an anxious patience&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Counting every beat and waiting for my turn to die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give it up, Give it up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't fall for the same things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give it up, Give it up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't fall for the mistakes that I've made&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't turn away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I understand your ways&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Won't give it up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not me you're waiting for&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, stop waiting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not me you're waiting for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is where it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not me you're waiting for&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's time to let go, time to let go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you promise to forget&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll try to find a way to make the same mistakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You become&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All you've lost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wandering the streets and searching for a place to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113815305069194779?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113815305069194779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113815305069194779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113815305069194779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113815305069194779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/01/soyousailedaway.html' title='soyousailedaway...'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113798594714076406</id><published>2006-01-23T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:12:27.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the audrey factor</title><content type='html'>HEY!!! This quiz is damn cool!! why... because it tests if you are an Audrey or NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Audrey&lt;/b&gt;. if you picked the right answers you rock! if not you suck! lol not really...well actually it depends on who you are...if i hate you, or u actually suck, then ya...duh! lol=)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Audrey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=139205'&gt;How well do you know the famous Audrey N.?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE DUH!!! of course I scoare as audrey... goes to show I am my name's worth!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113798594714076406?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113798594714076406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113798594714076406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113798594714076406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113798594714076406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/01/audrey-factor.html' title='the audrey factor'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113798519646900593</id><published>2006-01-23T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:59:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderhow???</title><content type='html'>I wonder why everytime I add a post from the school's computer... I end up being very upset... For a variety of reasons (i'm always upset at something)... So today i'm going to add another one again because I REFUSE to believe that it will be damaging to my psychological wellbeing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO STRESSED... got games (o2 and solico)... got this... got that... got EVERYTHING ah!!! plus block test (thanks arh)... feeling damn sian-ded now... ike super duper uper sian... but not as if nobdy else is feeling that way too larh... I think i'm typing so fast and so furious that its making so much noise in the library... Bring it on man... i am unglam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also sandar was mulling over what to do in the U... yah... everyone is now... ARGH!!! I GOT NO FUTURE BECAUSE I'M HOPELESS~~~!!! maybe I'll become a wedding planner lo0rh... really fun... can arrange flowers and see happy faces of brides and grooms... ya right... if only that is true... sighs!!! modern men and women (shakes head)... so picky... so fussy... so whatever... ahhhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make my life difficult only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... the new maths tutor was quite okie today... he very nicely reviewed cmaths topics with us and added in some of his own magic to the math (like... when you do something with cos u will end up with no cos!!!) not bad larh... ex fmaths teacher... I wonder if he taught junren or darrell fmaths... and now he is a j1 tutor... so I wonder whose class is he takin now... hmmm... so fun... the class has only 3 girls (me, pings and zhihui "wisdom")... at least I know quite a few of them in there... actually... I know all except maybe two or three from 9C... okie lorh... at least he didn't make us feel bad about dropping fmaths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I can score in maths soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like... really... SCORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not I can forget about going to the U and become an events organiser already (like what they always make fun of councillors about)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still have more than three quarters of a day to go (phys lect, gp lect, chem PRACTICAL, council camp adhoc meeting, skit rehearsal, salvation army)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its only 11~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day is only starting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113798519646900593?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113798519646900593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113798519646900593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113798519646900593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113798519646900593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/01/wonderhow.html' title='wonderhow???'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113786221887862888</id><published>2006-01-22T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:50:18.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bingbangbong</title><content type='html'>I have gone through many posts without ever writing a constructive post... ha ha... i realised many of my posts are just actual reports of what i do and stuff... very academic tone (as dutifully taught by mrs lucy boo)... maybe i'll get sick of typing one day??? hmmm... at a rate of 161 posts for 2 years running... it might not be the case... yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i finally first slept in a tutorial for 2006... IN GP!!! i think i was being horrid... my favourite tutorial with my favouite tutor??? I was reading the whole lot of passages (which are supposed to get me excited)... and then... poop!!! my head knocked against the table and started snoozing... mrs boo didn't even notice... oh man... and i slept for about 15 to 30 minutes before mrs boo started talking about roses (i'm super sensitive to the word now) and girls and trying to teach eugene how to give flowers to the modern girl and I woke up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am super sensitive to the word roses now because of a big project that is coming up (shhh...)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadever you do... just let yourself be conned by ME!!! thank you very much... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found a few willing soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call them soldiers because i think they are pretty brave!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i started being more hardworking nowadays... I like taking out my lecture notes and reading them especially if i dun understand (note to juniors: LEARN... hehe)... but i attribute it to the time (or the lack of it) that I have... and josh is trying to psycho everyone to take up business in the U... I HATE BUSINESS!!! unless i'm going to be a creative director or something... IF NOT... NO BUSINESS FOR ME!!! I'm going to be a GP tutor!!! a GP tutor!!! a GP tutor!!! and have kids sleeping in my class in ten years time... hey!!! i could even speak about roses to wake them up... ha ha... I shall look and learn from now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its really a short time... a few more months and I be shaking with fear in the corridors of the thrid floor... trying to memorise stuff from a puny card with sweaty palms and weary eyes... and then i'll be puzzled over what courses to choose... or what stuff to do after my A's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus the dilemma that most of us are facing now... what course to go into??? arts seems to attract more than science... according to josh... but yup... i'm going into arts... who cares if its science that i am in now??? and who cares if arts seems to give a "lousier" future??? i refuse to believe in that because thats untrue... i love arts!!! and in words... arts is my passion!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being such an oxymoron now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to hit the books :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113786221887862888?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113786221887862888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113786221887862888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113786221887862888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113786221887862888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/01/bingbangbong.html' title='bingbangbong'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113759362504228261</id><published>2006-01-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:13:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobodyputsbabyinthecorner</title><content type='html'>FALL OUT BOY LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink down that Gin and Kerosene,&lt;br /&gt;And come spit on bridges with me, &lt;br /&gt;Just to keep us warm.&lt;br /&gt;Light a match to leave me be.&lt;br /&gt;Light a match to leave me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep my jealousy close, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all mine.&lt;br /&gt;And if you say this makes you happy, &lt;br /&gt;Then I'm not the only one lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: x2]&lt;br /&gt;Keep quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes as easy as you.&lt;br /&gt;Can I lay in your bed all day?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best kept secret &lt;br /&gt;And your biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The hand behind this pen relives a failure every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep my jealousy close, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all mine.&lt;br /&gt;And if you say this makes you happy, &lt;br /&gt;Then I'm not the only one lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink down that Gin and Kerosene,&lt;br /&gt;And come spit on bridges with me, &lt;br /&gt;Just to keep us warm.&lt;br /&gt;Light a match to leave me be.&lt;br /&gt;Light a match to leave me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wear me like a locket around your throat.&lt;br /&gt;I'll weigh you down. &lt;br /&gt;I'll watch you choke.&lt;br /&gt;You look so good in blue.&lt;br /&gt;You look so good in blue.&lt;br /&gt;[x3]&lt;br /&gt;[During 3rd repeat:]&lt;br /&gt;(Keep quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes as easy as you.&lt;br /&gt;Can I lay in your bed all day?&lt;br /&gt;You look so good in blue.&lt;br /&gt;You look so good in blue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: x3]&lt;br /&gt;[comes back in during chorus 2nd time:]&lt;br /&gt;(So wear me like a locket around your throat.&lt;br /&gt;I'll weigh you down. &lt;br /&gt;I'll watch you choke.&lt;br /&gt;You look so good in blue.&lt;br /&gt;You look so good in blue.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113759362504228261?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113759362504228261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113759362504228261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113759362504228261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113759362504228261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/01/nobodyputsbabyinthecorner.html' title='nobodyputsbabyinthecorner'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113754775547173865</id><published>2006-01-18T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:34:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiztime</title><content type='html'>PEET!!! PEET!!! went the whistle... here's another break... another break... and ANOTHER break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no I'm not talking about soccer (i hate it by the way) but the breaks that I am supposed to "enjoy" when I dropped fmaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now the bored me (who happened to just finished my physics test that was long overdue) have another one and half hour to burn so i decide to go to this thing... quizfarm.com in search of something fun to play... may be i'll discover something about myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Goth&lt;/b&gt;. Your A Goth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Goth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'85'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;85%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'70'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Rocker, Mosher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'65'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;65%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Chav, Townie, Rude Boy, Ned, Kev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Trendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'55'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Skater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Prepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'35'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;35%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha... I'm goth!!! i'm more punk you know... but goth??? hmmm... m,aybe because i clicked " i love black and wear black..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they labelled me as EMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man... sucks... but then i'm quite of a rocker too... which is fine... and then i realised that they don't have punk in there... hmmm... the lines are so blurred now you hardly could differentiate between the rockers you see here and rockers you see there... there IS a distinct difference!!! i think the only person who will make sense of my entry now is liyana, yazid and tanruiwen and maybe some other metalheads around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Tre Cool!&lt;/b&gt;. Hiya Mr/Mrs. Tre Cool, Lucky You! Tre Cool Is Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Tre Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'94'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Billie Joe Armstrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Joel Madden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'69'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Benji Madden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;Who's Your Green Day/Good Charlotte Lover?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least this isn't bad... i'm mrs tre cool (or maybe miss)... woohooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going NUTS... the bolts in my head have all dropped off and sunk into a pool of oil...&lt;br /&gt;okie... last quiz and we are done for the day... i'm getting weird stares from people beside me already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that person walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have been really freaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner by Fall Out Boy&lt;/b&gt;. your favorite song should be Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner by Fall Out Boy! You have most problems w/ other people and this is somethin you can relate to! (rate this quiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner by Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Losing His Touch by Jack Off Jill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'65'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;65%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Novacaine by Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'65'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;65%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Let Me Out by Future Leaders of the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Scars by Papa Roach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'40'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;what should your favorite punk rock song be!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah man... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why i loved these songs... because they are perfect for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to flunk my physics test even though its the easiest physics test on earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry mr (mark) lim ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: at least I didn't cheat and look at answers and i finished it on time... i've got integrity to keep even though i may lose my pride... but who cares???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113754775547173865?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113754775547173865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113754775547173865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am spending time doing this when i am already getting the hang of chem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml is another week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this rate i'm going to be a complete idiot by the time the A's come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113732782714942342?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113732782714942342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113732782714942342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113732782714942342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I mean... I aim to shut doen comp by 12am and then hit the books again... three tests on monday... no joke lorh... wish i wasn't that sick on thursday... then no need to take the physics test tml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the blur me always forget a lot of things... like that mc... and the hieght and weight thingy... and then... no council day... and the format of gp homework and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many typo errors!!! to hell with it!!! im not going to go there and change it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first week of maths has not exactly been smooth sailing... for one the fmaths students... or rather... the drop famths students have been picked on several times... forced to do things that they were not probably meant to do... and being chased out from one lt to another... irritating... why can't i go into lt2 if i want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why i developed a habit of making a lot of noise during maths lectures... maybe a good tys workout will shut me up... or maybe bring me away from the lt if you have to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing forth the bell will also appease my talkative and dig-ging soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah!!! 1minute more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday im going to make an annoucement that will probably cause much disturbance among everyone... hell i bet they are going to hate me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned to monday morning assembly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the mountain fo chem tutorials are piling up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i got inspiration from a person's tutorials...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in i never copy larh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was helping jinfa photocopy this guy's tutorial... think he is an ogl or something... from choy's class... then... his handwriting so nice!!! can put girls like me to shame lorh... then... inspired me to do my tutorials nicely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot lose to a guy mah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like the classic singaporean feminist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... i overshot by another minute... and another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slap me two times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113725424660192433?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113725424660192433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113725424660192433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113725424660192433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113725424660192433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-5mins.html' title='last 5mins'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113693946618303671</id><published>2006-01-11T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T08:31:06.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the college drop</title><content type='html'>now guess where i am now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope... i'm not at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer lab??? close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah hah!!! you got it right... i'm in the school library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO... I did not skip lessons dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually making full use of my 2 and a half hour break before math tutorial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice that I said "math" and NOT "fmaths" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the joy of finally being released from the agony of repeatedly "you have to be smart" lessons and tortorous tutorials...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the joy of being able to catch up on my gp homework and other math stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even having time for physics test revision!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the joy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***plusplusplus: maths lectures with nadz and gang... tutorial with bee bee... now what could have NOT gone better??? :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113693946618303671?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113693946618303671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113693946618303671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113693946618303671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113693946618303671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/01/college-drop.html' title='the college drop'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113689192766229641</id><published>2006-01-10T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:18:47.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL together NOW!!! 1,2,3,4...</title><content type='html'>O1 came crashing in like a meteorite... filled with bursts of flames... before it quickly disintegrated... leaving a crater large enough to be beckoned with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a lovely crater that was left behind... (since when were craters lovely??? hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... so many memories... so much fun... and most importantly... the sense of achievement  in making the O1 dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the many many many new friends (ickle juniors included) made!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had NOT have the time or brain cells to keep this little blog updated... waking up at 4am and getting driven by weirdo taxi drivers with winnie and huminz in the morning and going home at 9pm per night and dropping dead in my bed is no mean feat... yes... NO MEAN FEAT!!! the taxi drivers are SCARY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well during this orientation i was the faction elder of phoenix (with huishan)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised that with every orientation i play different roles... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it means a lot of responsibility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of undone homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will elaborate more when i have time... gtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more homework... tuition... and tests...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113689192766229641?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113689192766229641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113689192766229641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113689192766229641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113689192766229641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-together-now-1234.html' title='ALL together NOW!!! 1,2,3,4...'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113594915877465857</id><published>2005-12-30T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:25:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>The end draws near and this is the time to bow our heads down and observe a minute of silence as we look through the (mis)deeds and (mis)adventures and (mis)behaviour of 2005...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... The reason why i'm doing this annual thing about me looking through myself in the past year on new year's eve eve is because i have to go on an emergency trip to m'sia tml and wun be back until monday... think i'll be too tired by the start of o1... sighs!!! (anw solico if you see this pls pls pls report anything u need to report to huishan and pls pls pls tell my darling huishan i'll be away... thx)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Top 10 misdemeanours of 2005:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not studying hard enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my worst habit of 2005... and I hated chemistry more than ever... to think i still wanted to drop fmaths... maybe dropping chem isn't such a bad idea??? I dunnoe... I'll have chewy to disturb during chem classes (hehe... sorry) and choy to disturb for anything under the sun (bimbo chief rocks... haha)... and mrs tan to disturb for fmaths and cmaths (not anymore i think) and mrs lucy boo to disturb for GP... any other teacher wants to be disturbed by me??? maybe i shud disturb mr mark lim more...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the BIG cleanup: I solemnly promise to study more... and finish my tutorials on time... man that sounds vaguely familiar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  Ponning tuition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm SORRY!!! but I always have meetings... then end up being so tired... but then... those are only excuses... sorry mr chin... sorry andrew...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the BIG cleanup: attend ALL of tuition classes... my teachers are so nice to me!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Going to toilet all the time for friday chem lessons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you wonder why my chem is so bad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the BIG cleanup: Pay attention in ALL tutorials... forget about the toilet unless necessary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.  Forcing myself to hate fmaths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think i'll regret this for the rest of my life... but the tutorials are TOO HEAVY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.  Going nuts over something that I shouldn't be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its the case of the you-know-who&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Over-indulgene in sinful goodies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;chocolates... ice-cream (hip-hop jelly)... and potato chips when I was super depressed the week of open house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the BIG cleanup: I won't even bother to... as long as my waist stays in my skirt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Always making a racket in the library&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;according to the library staff... but... like... wadever... i don't really care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.  Buying too many hairbands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I've amassed a collection which will allow me to open a hairband shop... i just bought another 4 today!!! girls and their shopping obsessions...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Gossiping too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE biggest sin thus far&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But i'm not going to do much about it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Not doing anything outrageously rebellious for once in my entire life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my life revolves about council... and the salvation army... and gp... and cmaths... gone is the rebel of the past... I'VE TURNED GUAI!!! WHY???!!! WHY???!!! WHY???!!! where is the kid that threw sticky sweets at a councillor she doesn't like??? and where is the kid that vandalises without thinking??? where is the kid that always pons stuff??? where is the kid that yells "I HATE YOU BUSH!!!"??? where is the kid that purposely tuck out her shirt in public so that the busybody public will call the school she hates??? where is the kid that likes to make noise in the library??? (actually i still do that so...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SOMEBODY SAVE ME FROM ETERNAL GUAI-DOM!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HELP!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113594915877465857?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113594915877465857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113594915877465857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113594915877465857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113594915877465857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113560605227398394</id><published>2005-12-26T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:07:32.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Little Secret</title><content type='html'>Wee!!! yesterday was a blast... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deuce bigalow was a hit... although it really musn't be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i got this from Lime... super good read!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT 15MINS??? DIG UP A DIRTY SECRET!!!&lt;br /&gt;heres how to get into a person's psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Adopt a relaxed posture. Sit slightly slouched with arms dangling freely so you don't intimidate the person you're about to 'interrogate'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 Start on a totally different topic. Then ask your loaded question at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 Ask smart probing questions. For example, if you want to know if Josh and Pris are still seeing each other, instead of asking Pris outright, casually say, "Is Josh working overtime tonight?" Dig,dig,dig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 Gaze reassuringly into his/her eyes, smile and nod encouragingly. If he/she stops talking, just smile and wait for him/her to start again. Most people get uncomfortable with awkard simlence and end up blabbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 Act like you don't give a damn (*ya right). If he or she's the suspicious sort, act nonchalant, as if you really couldn't care less if he/she tells you the secret or not. Reverse psychology always works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways... here's the song to go with it... its in deuce bigalow too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnder" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/a/theallamericanrejectslyrics/index.html"&gt;The All-American Rejects Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnderPlain" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/a/theallamericanrejectslyrics/dirtylittlesecretlyrics.html"&gt;Dirty Little Secret Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I've known this all along&lt;br /&gt;I go around a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Just to waste my time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all that you've thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Find out games you don't wanna play&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one that needs to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we live such fragile lives&lt;br /&gt;It's the best way we survive&lt;br /&gt;I go around a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Just to waste my time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all that you've thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Find out games you don't wanna play&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one that needs to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she feels inside (inside)&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts I can't deny (deny)&lt;br /&gt;These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie)&lt;br /&gt;And all I've tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;It’s eating me apart&lt;br /&gt;Trace this line back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret)&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113560605227398394?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113560605227398394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113560605227398394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113560605227398394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113560605227398394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/12/dirty-little-secret.html' title='Dirty Little Secret'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113543619678108588</id><published>2005-12-24T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:56:37.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS...EVE!!!</title><content type='html'>if you question my sudden another disappearance from cyberworld these few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask no more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody comfort my dying soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dying dying dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs violently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPSETTING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junhao prank called ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other people (as i heard)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for christmas day present!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fun hor???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya... thats quite creative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~all i want for christmas... is... YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113543619678108588?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113543619678108588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113543619678108588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113543619678108588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113543619678108588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmaseve.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS...EVE!!!'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113508456743788406</id><published>2005-12-20T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:16:07.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME SWEET HOME</title><content type='html'>i just came back from BALI!!! in one piece!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still bloody sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAHLAHLAHLAHLAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... recollection of my trip to BAAAAAAAALLLLIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the rest of the 28th in steamboat dinner!!! SOBS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE:&lt;br /&gt;FREE AND EASY!!!&lt;br /&gt;no tours or anything... we set out to explore the place we were placed in... it is KUTA... where the beach is for surfing and tanning purposes... other than that... the place is tourist-centered... so there were A LOT OF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOPS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were A LOT of surf shops like billabong... roxy... quiksilver... globe... BLAH... they sell everything and anything and its original provided you bought it from THE shop... not the pasar... other than that... there were A LOT of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAKE BRANDED GOODS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they packaged it like the real thing... but i didn't buy any though it was quite tempting... own a prada for less than 50bucks??? hmmm... narh... the surf shops were having big discounts so it was a much better option...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HOTEL WAS... FABULOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like a resort... so there was this holiday feel to it... very modern in furnishing... with orange (nicest colour) as the main theme... staff were SUPER friendly... super good service and super nice bed... so nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had a manicure and pedicure... for a very cheap price!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a tour today... we went to... an art gallery... then to see volcanoes... which i had food that cause my food poisoning later at night... then to a very nice spa that charges exhorbitant prices... i wouldn't pay the price!!! but then they gave us a nice price and my parents obliged... what is it with adults and spas??? but i had reflexology (which is NOT GOOD) and facial (in a very nice surrounding but due to my illness i couldn't breathe for the entire treatment)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to the hotel and suffered the entire night because i kept coughing and my stomach hurt like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had mid day tour... morning... raining again... :(&lt;br /&gt;afternoon was much better... we went to a plantation and had some coffee... then went to this very nice temple... then started raining... but managed to get hold of the miniature yamaha drum set that me and bro wanted A LOT...&lt;br /&gt;and it was dinner by the cloudy sea...&lt;br /&gt;rain rain rain&lt;br /&gt;upsetting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE AND EASY AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning... rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 6 hours to burn after check out... so we went for a little trip down the other side of bali in a taxi (actually we were kind of conned) then took another taxi back to where we started (so dumb)... tried a bit of shopping but it rained very heavily... so we went back to the hotel lobby and had some rest... then we decided to try out the spa in the hotel (again... damn expensive)... but we had vouchers for free foot massage (which my bro hated cos he was convinced the person only wants to touch his butt)... and my parents topped up for a full body massage... i was much contented sitting down and reading my john grisham... then we hit the airport and i managed to catch two episodes of csi on board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can swear singapore looks like a decorated christmas tree at night from above...&lt;br /&gt;either that or i'm already in the christmas mood...&lt;br /&gt;oh ya&lt;br /&gt;there were more caucasians than asians on board... singaporeans are practically non-existent...&lt;br /&gt;on singapore airlines summore!!!&lt;br /&gt;absurdity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mornign went to sentosa... quite little people went... my comm only i go... (my solico gone???)... then we played beach volley in palawan...&lt;br /&gt;then they went swimming...&lt;br /&gt;then we waited...&lt;br /&gt;and waited...&lt;br /&gt;and waited...&lt;br /&gt;and waited...&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 27th finally came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours and dunnoe how many mins how many seconds late!!! (according to jin fa)...&lt;br /&gt;but alyssa got a bee sting&lt;br /&gt;so we forgive!!!&lt;br /&gt;and we...&lt;br /&gt;went kong-ing shortly after...&lt;br /&gt;kong-ing (watch king kong)&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go&lt;br /&gt;got homework to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go for steamboat at cz's house either&lt;br /&gt;feeling quite sick le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so signing off here... i going to hit the bed soon...&lt;br /&gt;i am still sick!!!&lt;br /&gt;somebody save me!!!~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113508456743788406?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113508456743788406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113508456743788406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113508456743788406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113508456743788406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='HOME SWEET HOME'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113465605957572078</id><published>2005-12-15T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:14:19.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fever and flu parade</title><content type='html'>I BLOODY GOT THE FEVER AND FLU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.9*C... haalllleeellluuujahhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm flying off to bali tml!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats this lorh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today early morning took the bus... there was this irritating idiot who flexed his muscles in front of me... not like he got anything to show off... only flab that was blocking my view of the tv mobile... went for breakfast at macs... was still feeling fine... haha... then... went to skit... then... had a great time at skit... then... went to lavender to find my bro who is making his ic... then... my throat started to hurt... over at lunch with mom there was this guy beside me with a pleasant looking gf... then he bloody blow cigaette smoke in my face... like bloody dunnoe larh... i just gave his gf my killer look before he shifts the direction of where he blew out the smoke... not that it made any difference... irritated my throat... irritating idiot... then i felt faint and then requested to go home by taxi... went home and then cz msged me... tml when i go off they can't send me off... because for the first aid thing... sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i wanted to take a nap i suddenly felt really cold... my palms and feet were icy and my head hurt a lot... and then i took my temperature... it was at 37.7*C... then i went to the docs... he looked at me and knew everything about what i was suffering... FATIGUE... goodness... then he took my temperature... 38.9*C... goodness... then he convinced me to take the injection... goodness... MY BUTT BLOODY HURTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my day... a curse-worthy day but i'm thankful i'm still alive... woot... not much of a fever... but still quite fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna chopchop go holiday and go home... i will miss everyone...&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/8855878-113465605957572078?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113465605957572078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113465605957572078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113465605957572078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113465605957572078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/12/fever-and-flu-parade.html' title='fever and flu parade'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113448596027011707</id><published>2005-12-13T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:06:44.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply puzzling</title><content type='html'>so i'll continue with my story fo the ogl workshop... yup... know a lot more people... had a crazy time... but sometimes some things kind of got messed up but sc damn cool... can patch the problem up very well... only persistent problem is the food... but... okie la... got thing to eat still complain???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we played a LOT of games (i didn't even think i had the stamina to last through)... had some cheering... although still not very powerful but getting better!!! now people are taking initiative and stepping out with thei opinions and stuff... clap clap grin grin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing makes me happier than to see people being happy... hopefully everyone left with high spirits today... yup... it has been very much a successful OGL workshop and of course... there are areas to improve on and polish up... hopefully by next year... orientation will rock the school down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm... that looked like a speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today while talking to some fo the ogls... qui fong... the band exco member was talking about their band concert... then i added i was once a flute player... and then christina and marilyn also chipped in... christina was once a french horn player... marilyn was from euphonium... not very euphonium looking!!! christina looks like the french horn player... and jok kuan plays the clarinet... very nice!!! then qui fong asked us all if we wanted to participate in their band concert... as much i wanted to... its quite a difficult decision... i wanna play the flute again!!! goodiness... i still have the instrument!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we had some mass nail cutting session after council debriefing today... huishan had her manicure set and zhiming had his nail clipper... welcome to 28th sc manicure palour!!! actually we were waiting for the ad hoc people so we just happily clipped our nails and polish them and dig the grit out of the nail bed (eww)... and then we posed for some pictures for candice's AEP project... haha... so fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then huishan and josh and me were going home when zhiming told us we left some things behind... so huishan ran up the grandstand and then... she fell!!! poor girl... got her shin scratched... but girl... the white thing on your skin is NOT YOUR BONE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya... so there goes another crazy and harried day... but again... very fufilling.... my stamina is up!!! and so is my tolerance level!!! and my mummy level!!! okie... thats sounds wrong but huishan thinks i'm so mummy-like (as in... the MOTHERLY mummy)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ya... HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAnNETTE AND SIMIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ALSO... my favourites teacher!!! MISS CHIEW... HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love loves!!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnder" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/m/moffattslyrics/index.html"&gt;Moffatts Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnderPlain" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/m/moffattslyrics/missyoulikecrazylyrics.html"&gt;Miss You Like Crazy Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to call you my girl&lt;br /&gt;I used to call you my friend&lt;br /&gt;I used to call you the love&lt;br /&gt;The love that I never had&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even More than words can say&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of every day&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm so down when your love's not around&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, miss you, miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all that I want&lt;br /&gt;You are all that I need&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that my pain's so real&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113448596027011707?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113448596027011707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113448596027011707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113448596027011707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113448596027011707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/12/simply-puzzling.html' title='simply puzzling'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113439448014391349</id><published>2005-12-12T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:34:40.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pride and prejudice</title><content type='html'>yesterday i went to watch pride and prejudice... with my dear old friends vekanesh and poh hwa... i was late... and decided to call vekanesh... but she didn't bring her phone out!!! irritating... luckily poh hwa spotted me... didn't see her for a year le... but she become prettier... haha... turned out vekanesh is horribly late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pride and prejudice is damn nice larh!!! i tell you... the people in there are so good looking... actually i didn't like the guy playing mr darcy but the more i look at him the more i think he is charismatic!!!&lt;br /&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/1681/621/320/ps-pride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there he is... quite typical broody kind... haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today is ogl workshop day one... quite okie today... quite fun... won't divulge more until tml when everything ends...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;till then!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113439448014391349?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113439448014391349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113439448014391349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113439448014391349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113439448014391349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/12/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='pride and prejudice'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113422777860382746</id><published>2005-12-10T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:16:18.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kettlebusiness</title><content type='html'>today i went kettling!!! it was at eastpoint... ping qi couldn't go so its really sad... qiu han and winnie did the early shift... me and huishan took over from them... it was really quite fun... we were given aprons and bells... the apron wrote "SALVATION ARMY - I AM A BELLRINGER"... and it was bright and red!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huishan injected in all the fun... she sang so many chritmas songs!!! then we sort of ran out of songs so we sang any kiddy songs we could find... even zhi zhu!!! the bells became an instrument of sorts... haha... the kids loved us!!! they kept staring and they were the ones that usually made the donations... and then there were the generous old men (again... pls read my memoirs from last yr december when i did some stuff for MAD... it was the same situation)... and then the young and snobbish teenagers (we din receive ANY donations form ANY teenager)... oh wait... there is junhao... who donated 30cents to me and 5cents to qiuhan... ya right!!! and then for this round... the aunties kinda of loved us so they did donate... usually in notes... and the staff of eastpoints kept making fun!!! (ice-cream??? lalala???)... and then there were the curious people who kept staring and not giving anything... but... i dun blame them... they were probably shy or something... i used to be like that!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved the kettling job even though i rang the ball for the entire two and a half hours... and danced around... and sang... quite fun... and there were people who motivated us too... this middle aged woman came and gave us 2bucks and said "very good spirit!!! keep it up!!!"... made us all happy... and then there was another middle aged woman who said "aiyoh... so poor thing... donate to you all k???" then smiled... okie... she was nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was rain but it din dampen our spirits!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is all these people with good spirit and kind hearts that motivated us to press on... i could have endured another hour!!! thats the reason why volunteer work is meaningful... not only you help people... but you know that your efforts are bearing fruit and most importantly... you see that there ARE a lot of humanity in this society... and then there are the people whom you can see and then reflect on yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meenaci came to collect the kettle!!! haha... i haven't seen her for so long... since i stopped tutoring the kids at SA kallang bahru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our shift huishan and i went to the starbucks and ordered a mocha rhumba frapuccino caramel with extra drizzle... the one that yazid had the other day... huishan had to repeat the name to me a few times before i could get it!!! its quite a mouthful you know... then we both sat there and sipped our coffee... i'm becoming a caffeine addict... with the super late nights... super early mornings... and super long working days... its tough not to find caffeine to lea on for that energy boost... especially in the long working days that i have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starbucks... you rule!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113422777860382746?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113422777860382746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113422777860382746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113422777860382746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113422777860382746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/12/kettlebusiness.html' title='kettlebusiness'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113414089094518604</id><published>2005-12-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:08:11.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the laments of a single girl</title><content type='html'>today... i went back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for council...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's programme was kinda fun... council programmes ARE fun... but then... too hyped up already larh... then... drained my energy ALL away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first it was protocol briefing then dance then dance test... then miss chiew broke the news of the change of teacher leadership to the res of the council... so its safe to type it here now... tentatively... mr tonny lim is going to head solico... yeahs!!! haha... oh yarh... mr lim is our co-form teacher... so its quite fine for my comm... i hope... and miss chiew is going to leave solico (sobs) to head the council... go miss chiew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the skit and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well... the 3 attached and 1 single person (who IS ME) stayed back in the hall and talked...  and talked... and talked... mostly about relationship problems and stuff... well... then pings lemme read terence's letter... it was... really sweet... ping qi is really fortunate... yup... after so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... there are so many relationship problems floating in the air right now... really... a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I thought to myself... yup... I need the determination to remain single throughout the rest of the remaining of my jc education...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think about it... i always tell my mom... no rush getting a bf at this age... it be another 10 years before i marry... and that is if i marry at all... (i have a feeling that the government will kick me out of society)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yarh... my new ambition... and i hope to keep it for life... is to become a teacher in ny... a gp teacher most prob... I WANTttthe wantttttheeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today mrs ho came in while we were practicsing our dance... she was taknig a few photos and we even did a cheer... i'm... just upset seeing her taking photos and knowing that she is going to leave so soon... mrs ho is simply out of this world... mrs ho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya... now you know how much i love ny... so no matter how tired i am... no matter how unglam i am... no matter how sick i am... yarh... i can lay my life down for my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyjc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113414089094518604?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113414089094518604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113414089094518604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113414089094518604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113414089094518604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/12/laments-of-single-girl.html' title='the laments of a single girl'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113404770286305104</id><published>2005-12-08T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:15:02.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......living in school...</title><content type='html'>hi i'm audrey... i live in a very neat place in serangoon... it has numerous rooms... toilets... tennis courts... basketball courts... halls... and plasma tvs around the corridors... there is a massive dining hall with a few vending machines... and a library chock full of entertainment (great white shark alert)... and many many computers... and nice labs where I would love to sit down and explore... a cosy nice gym... and a track where i can run free... and did i mention a lot of rooms???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity there isn't a swimming pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place is in avenue 3... i dunno the number nor the postal code... so dun send me a postcard for christmas or anything... and also... there is the ever irritating back door that refuses to open... even up to 12pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to school EVERYDAY (amongst other people)... there are fun stuff to do everyday... like practicising for skit and playing games... but then there are also the serious stuff of sitting down and evaluating yourself and others... and also listening for instructions and attending briefings... there are school rules to be obeyed... expectations to live up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think those people who are having camp in school know us already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given the fun stuff that we do everyday... its a wonder why i'm complaining right??? its the distance... it terribly bores me out to wake up at 7am everyday and STILL be almost late... all due thanks to the horrible side gate... and the dumb rush hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then there will always be the tete-a-tete after council meetings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday after council a few of us trooped to yazid's workplace in lido for a few cuppa of coffee and talk and also dinner... well all of us ordered mocha frapp... yazid got himself the rhumba caramel frapp... very nice with white choclate bits in them!!! so we sat down and  talked and talked and talked... time passed real fast... love stuff like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today I woke up... thinking that i was damn early but then again... when i reached school i was almost late... oh wells... then i brisk walked all the way from the back gate to the front... on the way i met jonathan foo... whom i almost didn't recognise because of his hair!!! well he said the seniors (meaning the 27th) were coming back to meet mrs ho because they couldn't be there at the farewell... saw shiwen and huixiang too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... and i haven't updated about my acting stint in the skit... wells... i'm jean grey!!! not grey jeans or a grey top with jeans thank you... you dumb males... my favourite line thus far is "hmmm... I think your boyfriend is cute" to Firestar (Huishan) courtesy of Magneto (Zhiming)... funny how these funny lines make me actually sitting down to memorise my script... of which I have always hated to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's another crazy week... nest week ogl workshop... those who must come come hor... and being called faction elders... makes me feel old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm only 17 and a few weeks old!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113404770286305104?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113404770286305104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113404770286305104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113404770286305104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113404770286305104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/12/living-in-school.html' title='......living in school...'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113353841027482554</id><published>2005-12-02T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:46:50.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion</title><content type='html'>FAREWELL IS OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough rehearsing... it was ___________ tiring... especially with the backstage work but it was all fun and great... having known that you've done everything nicely... fufilled your objectives without major slipups and enjoying every moment of the event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeettttt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that evening I think I went kinda crazy... firstly it was me advertising for free services because I was one of the only two free councillors around... (free councillor around... use and abuse me at your own free will)... secondly I was rushing like a mad woman doing everything because of the reason stated above (if you'd haven't been reading... serves you right!!!)...  thirdly I was trying to usher people into their respective places but as you know... they are PEOPLE after all... not mechanical dolls that listen to your every beck and call...  so I had quite a tough time... Until fourthly... i grabbed sharkie the toy and asked people to play with it... I think junhao thinks I'm nuts... well I AM!!! oh... one o the j2s kinda of liked it and asked me where sharkie was after the event... LASTLY (phew)... I wore my crumpled shirt in a jiffy and became a calefare for the 9D play... so farn!!! lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then helped mrs ho carry her prezzies!!! we all love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah... I gave a lot of people huggies... until my beebee say she dun wan me anymore because i huggie so many people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday went back to clear the mess... ah... sigh... not we do one also must clear... lalala... life of a councillor... we do everything... clear everything... then people say we do NOTHING... lalala... say then say lorh... one day you'll wake up and find that every event doesn't come by just like that thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made us learn quite a lot as a team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will defend my council!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... just nice... yesterday was chicken little opening day... and cancan going to watch with her family... so she asked if we wanna watch also... about 13 people went??? let's see... girls got me qiqi weiwei nadzie liyana and bimbo chief (choy... actually)... guys got josh jinfa sweewei huangzhiming jonathan cz e(l)ic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya... 13...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken litlle is SUPER CUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THE RED FURRY ALIEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went dragostea came on... the entire row did the maeeeyahhee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is the council special dance by cancan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the angmohs behind us think that we are MAD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do here goes another few days of lunaticiting around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is another song that got my head bopping to it... the person behind it??? none other than MIKE SHINODA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is LP not out with another album???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have FORT MINOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe Me - Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now&lt;br /&gt;believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't want to be the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;You like fun and games&lt;br /&gt;Keep playing em I'm just sayin&lt;br /&gt;Think back then&lt;br /&gt;We was like one and the same&lt;br /&gt;On the right track&lt;br /&gt;But I was on the wrong train&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;br /&gt;Now you've got a face to pain&lt;br /&gt;And the devil's got a fresh new place to play&lt;br /&gt;In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain&lt;br /&gt;Every damn day is the same shade of grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I used have a little bit of a plan&lt;br /&gt;Used to&lt;br /&gt;Have a concept of where I stand&lt;br /&gt;But that concept slipped right out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't really even know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, what do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do what&lt;br /&gt;I have to do to break free&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I thought you were just like me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who could see all the pain I see&lt;br /&gt;But you proved to me unintentionally&lt;br /&gt;That you would self-destruct eventually&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking like the mistake&lt;br /&gt;I made doesn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna work&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's really much worse than&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wished you were something that you were not&lt;br /&gt;And now this guilt is really all that I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned your back&lt;br /&gt;And walked away in shame&lt;br /&gt;All you got is a memory of pain&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what i have to do&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113353841027482554?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113353841027482554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113353841027482554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113353841027482554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113353841027482554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/12/confusion.html' title='confusion'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113301133747448293</id><published>2005-11-26T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:22:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>so long never update le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so must bear with me okie??? i'm going to write down all of my past few day's adventures in here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22ND&lt;br /&gt;early morning... about 1030... we went to ping qi's house to prepare stuff for entertainment... had a great time messing up her kitchen and mixing stuff into the uper disgusting vegetable blended juices and tofu juice and steaming digustingly slimy and mushy vegetables like brinjal and lady fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining so we got caught in it... but we managed to reach pasir ris in time to meet the rest of the councillors... haha... we almost owned the macdonald's... the entire top floor was overspilling with us... our bags and our noise!!! well we took some photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody was getting more and more hyped up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached the bungalow in time... straight after settling in everyone whipped out there devices of entertainment... the television was bombarded with guys wielding ps2 controllers and the sound of mahjong and cards filled the air... well we had some fun before ms chiew gathered all of us and we had our committee review session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the time when i seriously knew and appreciated what i've learnt this past year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not just blaming myself for what I've haven't done for this year... or blaming myself for not being able to handle house matters... committee matters or my own personal problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the committee matters we had dinner... catered and barbequed stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we were gathered again for a game by the teachers... we prepared blindfolds and went around the area while holding on to each other's shoulders... quite like the cho-cho train type... then we were led to our first game... of which we were supposed to form an equilateral triangle while holding on to a raffia string... al blindfolded... what we didn't know was that some people were not blindfolded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that game taught us: BLINDSPOTS... be receptive and listen to other's comments... sometimes they could see better than us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next game.. we were broken into our committees and were supposed to lift a hula hoop with all of our fingers at the same time while keeping the hula hoop at the same level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game taught us: DO NOT BLAME OTHERS... blaming others only hinder your work... uniting to find a solution is more important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that game is the game that was conducted by solico!!! well we made them kind of taste the disgusting food we prepared (all hygenic!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the winning team (which is the exco... OH NO)... got to hit me with eggs&lt;br /&gt;OUCH&lt;br /&gt;eggs... cocoa powder... sparkling juice and glutinous flour went onto me&lt;br /&gt;smelly!!!&lt;br /&gt;but they were nice larh... escorted me to the bathroom... LOL&lt;br /&gt;jeannette screamed that egg whites when hardened will not come off my hair and demanded I bathed immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SMELLED NICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;not like josh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had a very long exco debriefing... van tan was so cute when she entered the room by mistake... haha... love van!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23RD&lt;br /&gt;then I went outside to the cold balmy outside and accompanied merrick and qiuhan while they rollerbladed... then had a long talk with yazid and anyone who'd sit down on the kerb and talk... the weather was perfect... it was about 1am at that time... and everything was so peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after that... something happened that kind of disturbed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night I had a fitful sleep of 45minutes... then decided to wake up instead to prepare breakfast for everyone... it was about 7am... drank 2 full cups of warm water before I called qiu han up and met kah hui... then choy came in to prepare eggs...&lt;br /&gt;i was freezing cold and was feeling really quite down...&lt;br /&gt;but breakfast took it all away&lt;br /&gt;and two cups of warm water really did help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that morning ms chiew gathered us for another activity... building sandcastles!!! we had so much fun... but there was a lesson to be learnt too... it was that initially everybody started off without anything in mind... but as the days progressed... the shape begins to take form and you know what you'll supposed to do... and then its up to you to shape your destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chim theories in simple tasks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to bathe and seperated for various activities... me and others went to have lunch and for kbox... me and simin were going to watch harry potter with the rest... so we went to tm to find cz to get tickets... at burger king... me and simin sat with nadz and yazid and liyana and siti... they gave us a very interesting introduction into their culture!!! very very nice to learn all about that!!! there were a lot of things that we didn't know about the malay culture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went kboxing and qiuhan went home... I shared a room with junyi simin and weifang... so cool!!! we sang our lungs out and danced to every tune... initially everyone was a bit hesitant to sing but when mayday's zhizhu came up... everybody got high!!! the .S.H.E tunes hyped us all up too... and then afterwards every tune became a happy tune... to think about it... zhizhu is a very sad tune!!! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and simin went to meet the rest for the movie... disappointing movie!!! loved cedric dogethery though... upset that he died... no more cedric for the future harrypotter movies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we trooped back after the movies... all were so tired we decided to sleep!!! but then the guys popped by in our room and all of us had a nice before bedtime talk before all decided that they were too tired and needed sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24TH&lt;br /&gt;we woke up to breakfast and most of us left in a jiffy... too bad we missed the earliest bus so we walked to downtown east instead... from pasir ris we parted ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and had a short nap... but I was awoken abruptly because I realised that I was running late for rehearsal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school just in time... and the rehearsal went on quite well...everybody was really shagged out... but it was a full rehearsal... without the teacher's performance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended quite late and me and kah hui and pings went home together... initially wanted to grab a bite or something because i was already having gastric pains... but then all of us were too tired to even eat... decided to go home because it was quite late already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25TH&lt;br /&gt;went to school at 1130 to move all the chairs from the fifth floor to the hall... i entered the school looking super glum because I was tired... swee wei said it just wasn't me... then mrs ho walked nearby with a reporter... the councillors stood up and greeted her... she introduced us to the reporter... whom she said was formerly from nanyang.. she insisted we take some photos with mrs ho which might be publishe din the newspaper... shin min daily news... look out for it okie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got down to moving chairs... clever josh used roller chairs to transport all the heav chairs... it was HARDWORK!!! then we arranged the chairs in the hall and rested for a while before going for lunch opposite zhong hua... the tpm yam fish head there... we were eating happily when wei jun and bee fong found insects floating in their soups and drinks... then I was munching on a piece of fish when huishan scremed that there was a fly in the soup I was sharing with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person returned us the bowl... without the fly... wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and huishan and simin and liyana went back to school for dance... we went to the council room to wait for the rest to come back... i decided to try jinfa's rollerblades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all know I have a phobia of blading??? cos an incident 3years ago gave me the phobia... i still have the scar to prove it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i held the railings and practiced a bit before I let go and bladed perfectly all by myself... which is very much of a surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went down for dance... JOSH IS MY NEW DANCE PARTNER!!! neahneah... wahahaha... he "abandoned" ping qi and I "abandoned" huishan... LOL... no larh... it was just to spite them for fun... plus me and josh learnt the dance a partners beforehand... but then ping qi coupled with choy and huishan with cz... so all of us have partners!!! choy was really bimbotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the dance we sat down and rested... we danced all four dances today!!! it really sucked up all of my energy... then we sang and had some fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I brought my solico for the solico dinner!!! shopped at carrefour for gifts for the 27th solico and ms chiew... me and winnie liked the seal soft toy... huishan and pingqi like the dolphin one... we settled for the dolphin on instead... haha... they say looked like ms chiew... very cute!!! and brought colour into our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met kenneth and gang and went to blend inn cafe for dinner... had a really great dinner full of laughter and gossips... aiyoh... solico the gossipy and kaypoh and kiam siap one... to put it in a better context i would say solico is informative and wants to keep up to date with all matters... concerned about everyone and really knows how to save money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can run an event on plainly 15dollars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody say WOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to play pool at paradiz... ms chiew came along too... for beginners... kai jian and yoga and winnie were really NOT BAD!!! haha... kenneth and ping qi and huishan and yazid were the pros... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ms chiew sent us east girls home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home only about 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th&lt;br /&gt;mom refused to let me go out to day for the council shopping... so spent the day slacking... and sourcing o1 stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell coming le and quite a lot of j1s may not come... I'm super upset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest tml and then i'm off again to rehearsals and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahhhhh tahhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to all who gave me prezzies... and well wishes... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113301133747448293?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113301133747448293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113301133747448293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113301133747448293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113301133747448293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113258220526587368</id><published>2005-11-21T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:10:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweetest things</title><content type='html'>*I've added new songs into the songlist... got a lot more jaychou and leaving on a jetplane and get this... wonderwall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWDDDDDDD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had three surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my classmates did something very sweet for me&lt;br /&gt;2. we ARE going to watch the potter boy&lt;br /&gt;3. my most respected netball direct senior (the previous captain) in woodsville WAS in NANYANG for the first three months for 2004... so woodsville people left their legacy IN NANYANG YOU KNOW...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was already like... very traumastised by the gate which was locked by a PADLOCK and I had to WALK a distance in the wet ground to reach the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was ALREADY late for the class skit rehearsal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well chewy told me to go to the canteen but when I reached there... there wasn't a soul in sight... but then received a call from peiyu... turns out she was with bimbo and bernard... then bimbo happily told me that we are going to embark on a very exciting journey to find my present!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT A SINGLE CLUE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I tried the red cross room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbo gave me a pink balloon flower wrist band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then proceeded to the canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbo gave me a purple flower balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I wanted to go to room 4-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they were there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but peiyu said that all the rooms in fourth floor are locked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I tried all the rooms in the third floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbo gave me a bottle of bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I went to the library where we always hide our gigantic birthday cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbo blew a pink balloon for me (what's with all the airheads???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I saw eugene and the guys loitering outside rooms that were NOT locked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH-HAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chewy dashed into a room and pretended to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND my present under the teacher's table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneaky fellas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to try whipped cream and water syringes on me but I was dressed for council so yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was spared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED THE BIG FURRY DOGGY THEY GAVE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chewy...von...peiyu...sandar...bimbo...luohyiing...eugen(i)e...bernard...kenneth...lucius...wenjun...desmond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus all the others who were not there but still part of 9d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and xinyu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe if sis will remember the date when his sister was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its NOT even the day that I dropped from the sky yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to jo and jon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEL and JONATHAN NG YUXIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yarh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is council retreat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the potter boy viewing comes in on thursday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GV TAMPINES!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'll get to watch it after all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was googling nyjc for some nice pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I stumbled across this very familiar uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the white uniform with a green bow in front and white/black checkered skirt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOODSVILLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"woodsville our alma mater be remembered forever and long..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yarh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sailor-moon-ish uniform...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY UNIFORM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-uniform anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person wearing it is none other than the senior I most respected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos she is my direct senior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the netball captain before me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOCELYN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shows that woodsville got leave its footprints in NANYANG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thought relieves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love both schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I really miss netball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE COUNCIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is going to be my last post until the 25th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;council retreat here I COME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANTAL KREVIAZUK LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leaving On A Jet Plane"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ... I'm ...&lt;br /&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every place I go, I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing, I sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll wear your wedding ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time, oh, let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;And close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I won't have to leave alone&lt;br /&gt;About the times that I won't have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh, kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;But I'm leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)'&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leaving)&lt;br /&gt;On a jet plane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113258220526587368?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113258220526587368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113258220526587368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113258220526587368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113258220526587368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/sweetest-things.html' title='the sweetest things'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113249361371500772</id><published>2005-11-20T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:33:36.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage</title><content type='html'>yesterday was cousin's wedding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a church wedding... quite nice... the hymns and all... the flowers and the aisle... romantic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best was when the groom suddenly stood up to sing for my cousin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was a part when everybody cried!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the groom is sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky lucky cousin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I went home and buried myself into a deep nap... I think the morning process got me quite weak... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the banquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foodwise... the shark fins put me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't eaten a bowl in years... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment I see a bowl I see blood and gore and poor sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the banquet... my auntie pulled me and said... you are next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... she's the mother of the bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then luckiy my bride cousin said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"concentrate on your studies first!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a teacher you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml got council&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113249361371500772?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113249361371500772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113249361371500772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113249361371500772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113249361371500772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/marriage.html' title='marriage'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113232789142851503</id><published>2005-11-18T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:31:31.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!youth challenge</title><content type='html'>I was at many different places today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning... school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three hour straight lecture... actually I only need to come for one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was broken up to two parts... then the very sian me decided to stick with joshua and jinfa for maths c...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr loke kept emphasising resilience... i think i was a bit irritated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all its MY phoenix house marh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he is good at lecturing... I actually could stand listening to the same thing that I listened to back in April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maclaurin's Series mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then happily do the lecture questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem wasn't that bad... sat with the council gang... made a lot of noise... I think the whole lecture hall we made the most noise le larh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;council RWAKS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we waited for cz, weijun, candice and huangzhiming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went to bishan to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus fly (felicia)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed down to city area to the youth challenge HQ later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was josh, me, winnie, cunzheng, jinfa and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place is so nice and comfy... I entered it for less than 5mins and want to call it home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is so going to kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite inspiring... the videos and magazines I saw there&lt;br /&gt;really really really wanna organise OCIP&lt;br /&gt;the coke bottle and nescafe machine was quite fun to play with too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being quite sian and having nothing to do... we decided to go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got led to ALL the wrong roads courtesy of wongjinfa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we like villagers walking all on the wrong side of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super suaku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my camp commandant like that... how to comduct camp next year???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all shagged out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my cousin's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot go for council events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno larh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113232789142851503?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113232789142851503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113232789142851503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113232789142851503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113232789142851503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/youth-challenge.html' title='!!!youth challenge'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113205978977222140</id><published>2005-11-15T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:03:09.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Days</title><content type='html'>bad Hair DaYS beGONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a huff and a puff... and a little twirl of my sparkling red (found in the box in the council storeroom NDP that was destroyed by dunnoe who) magic wand and my hairdresser's help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is messy no more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days... were a major battlefield with my hair... MY POOR HAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dry... so big... so... ewwewweww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just HATE myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it could be PMS???&lt;br /&gt;oh yarh... I read that eating potato chips when you are pms-ing makes your pms worse!!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because of all the fats???!!!&lt;br /&gt;no larh... its some substance in the potato chips that is fatal to your present pms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a really fun day... HAD A BLAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the first day of lectures... yepyepyep... I get to see all of them again (i really miss them)... and I get to see the insides of my beloved LT4 (yeah, right!!!)... it was physics lecture (er... what were they teaching again???)... by mr lau (oh!!! now I remember... it was thermophysics)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't really sleep nor paid attention (tsk tsk tsk)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the lecture... me and bimbo marched straight to the office to obtain the drop-a-subject form (.a.k.a the no hope and want to die form)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvonne keep pulling us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest were like... very sad... esp kenneth... then wen jun happily tot we going to drop chem... but when we said it was f(reaking) maths... he sulked... poor four muskeeters!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... really cannot cope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'll better focus on c(ompulsory) maths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH... THE C MATHS LECTURE WAS SUPER DUPER BORING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it wasn't hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my row was filled with the drop-fmathers... pings... me... bimbo... siu hon (surprise!!!)... derek and in front was timothy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siu hon said jonathan from his class also dropping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15mins to do a graph... and 5 graphs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5mins for drawing axis... 5 mins for drawing dots and 5mins for joining the dots together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so uninspiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I was happily sms-ing eugen(i)e throughout the lecture... he was sitting behind larh!!! last second row... with dunnoe who... only know he blue blue de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lecture ended about half and hour later... so me and pings when over to the canteen to grab some munchies with huishan... the gang went to D'Cafe le... I had dance later so I still had to stay in school... It was physics A's... terence sat with us and endured a torture session with his dragonboat juniors (.a.k.a errol, yuxiang and hariz) while trying his best to study... haha... he and pings real sweet... me and huishan feel so light-bulb-ish... then josh came with huixin, jeremy and xiaoyan... we went to the mpr for dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 to 1800 dance session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really tiring but fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now really caught in a dilemma... miss chiew questioned on our choice of song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pings huishan and josh left for yishun at 1800...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet van at yishun bus interchange before going to nadz house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice and cosy home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great mum too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate meesiam while watching monsters, inc... but stopped the show midway so we could concentrate on talking... we just sat in her living room and ate titbits while talking... talking... and talking... we have so much to say!!! so much to gossip about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left at ninethirty... there was a straight bus from yishun to tampines that will take about 30mins... better than other forms of transport we say!!! so me and pings took ninesixnine... it took less than 30mins... 20mins perhaps???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tampines was pretty much deserted already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home about 11??? super sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning went for chem lecture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly died while sitting in the lecture hall... I was super sleepy... still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I got make a lot of notes okie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notes... not noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the lecture went to the canteen to slack for a little while before we cheong the band room... played the piano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiyu still very pro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which I left for home and slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and they lived happily ever after...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113205978977222140?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113205978977222140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113205978977222140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113205978977222140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113205978977222140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-hair-days.html' title='Bad Hair Days'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113188459020943684</id><published>2005-11-13T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:23:12.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you???</title><content type='html'>yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watch exorcism with moms and pops and bro... at TM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very thought provoking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left me with a really weird aftertaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am every salesperson's nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now don't ask more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't probe into it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't even bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you have to know is I'm a really angsty customer if I am unhappy with the service...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or simply unhappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml start lectures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the happiest person alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml got dinner at Nadz'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noomaanoomaanoomaaiei!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113188459020943684?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113188459020943684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113188459020943684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113188459020943684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113188459020943684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-are-you.html' title='where are you???'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113172111705476479</id><published>2005-11-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:58:37.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW IS OVER</title><content type='html'>PW IS OFFICIALLY OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... I'll better stop being so excited... its been more than 24 hours since PW is over... should calm down... should calm down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit sian-ded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was really a very slacky day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was CUNZHENG and YVONNE's birthdays!!! Yayys!!! me and sandar shouted happy birhtday from the fourth floor to the fifth... where he was already freaking out for his PW... I think both of us caught a lot of attention cos I saw some people bending over to check who the hell is screaming so loudly... typical us???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For yvonne... I went down to the canteen (with an excuse I wan to get somethin got drink) to meet chewy... we didn't expect yvonne to come so early to school... So I got sandar to hold her in the classroom while he rest of the class hid in the red cross room... haha... the I covered the GIANT bear in the blanket and she did a "tresure hunt"... It was quite obvious larh... but then.... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bear so nice!!! so white!!! so huggable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my cough was quite bad... and I NG-ded 3 times while practicising... Nearly DIED... I was suffering from pre-exams depression... more like trauma... then hugged yvonne's bear and started muttering mad things to myself... I was SAD!!! and junhao had the cheek to say "YOU ARE DEAD!!!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I actually believed wad he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bimbo keep emphasising "its just another speech... right???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it went on smoothly... the other team was fang li's team... so nice!!! I didn't cough... didn't NG-ded... Didn't talk too fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the question asked was... a no brain-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was quite lucky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after OP... and handing up of I&amp;R... we went to grab some makan... There was chewy, sandar (who left early), bimbo, wen jun, derek, lucius and squirrel (who joined us later)... after which we walked to lucius' house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate so many expired chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of which has been expired for more than a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tummyache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played ass-hole dai dee in Lucius' room... wen jun IS PRO!!! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the fun... they decided to watch exorcism...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't... mom wanted me home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btu mom and dad and bro and me watching it tml!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... went to school... had a really fun solico meeting (where they plotted "against" me in front of me!!! whats this!!! LOL)... then moved solico stuff from sl to council store room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dusty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so many millipedes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'M BORED AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113172111705476479?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113172111705476479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113172111705476479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113172111705476479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113172111705476479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/pw-is-over.html' title='PW IS OVER'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113154092558230794</id><published>2005-11-09T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:55:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>op and coughs</title><content type='html'>OH NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M COUGHING MY LUNGS OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY??? WHY?? WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS OP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PULLS MY HAIR OUT... &lt;em&gt;so stressed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today even though I took the darndest long time to wake up (i didn't even bother to listen to wong jin fa's call at 0715)... I took the darndest long time to get prepared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I reached school in time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so surprising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did I say again about the more you kan cheong... the later you'll reach school???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again... jx and ah neh were late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah neh late for one and a half hours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then... I saw him limping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bring myself to scold him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we slacked in the library for most of the time... the two bernard and edwin... coverted the library computers in a warcraft lan shoppe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the great white shark swum past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hARHAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their reactions damn farnie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both quit the programs at high speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when danger swum past... they immediately resumed to playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaming in school is a higly dangerous mission...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is SERIOUS business!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slacking business was pretty much serious too... we even went down individually for meals... I went to collect my lost and found thumbdrive from Gareen (thanks!!!) and found hungry wong jin fa... I wasn't in a hurry to go back to the library... there wasn't much to do... there were not many people I could sit down and talk to... jeann was busy with pw... so was cun zheng... who told me about what happened when they went to sentosa (without meeee???!!! okie... i didn't want to go)... who hurried to do his rehearsal while reminding me to memorise my script... then the guys... they were busy playing games... kenneth... bimbo... fishie... were in the same group and they had their OP today... all my bestest chat buddies were busy!!!... and seriously... there were no books to read in the library (some parts are sealed off)... the video screening room was occupied (so I couldn't grab bowling for columbine and watch it)... and there was nobody to look at!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HAPPENING LIBRARY???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I accompanied him to the canteen... where we joined Kah Hui (who "stalked" me yesterday)... Sandar... and jx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wong jin fa so nice... treated me to a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after jx and sandar finished their meals... I went back to the library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE slacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun hao (ah neh) went down for his meal at 12pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we almost took off with his bag and paddle (actually it was fuquan's) until he came back to the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*digress a bit):  I am FORBIDDEN to touch another paddle... FORBIDDEN... kok siang and the rest of the councillors not very happy when I was playing with kenneth's paddle (of course they were not seriously angry... but still)... they all said the same thing: "go join dragonboat larh!!!"... I LOVE COUNCIL too much... COUNCIL is my number one... so from now on... if I do not have any business with a paddle (I was writing kenneth's name on his paddle... so they accepted my excuse)... I will NOT touch another paddle... as long as I'm a councillor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... I kinda like the white adidas bag (   :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the main track... we went to 4-33 to practice... today's practice was a LOT MORE fruitful then the previous practices... I miss room 4-44 already... sigh... I like sitting on the stage... I'm born to love the limelight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still talk too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2minutes 9 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think the assessors are going to be shocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tweak my script a bit more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe can rub past threeminutesthirtyseconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cough more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my misfortune is a blessing in disguise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I mention the more you kan cheong... the worse things will turn out to be???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113154092558230794?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113154092558230794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113154092558230794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113154092558230794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113154092558230794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/op-and-coughs.html' title='op and coughs'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113145998670041722</id><published>2005-11-08T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:26:26.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noomaanoomaaiei</title><content type='html'>SOng of the day: Dragostea Din Tei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken little dance... OMG... the dance that i was addicted to even before it appeared in the cinemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view it now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disney.it/Film/movies/chickenlittle/"&gt;http://www.disney.it/Film/movies/chickenlittle/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to view lyrics plus translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catteacorner.com/dragosteadintei.htm"&gt;http://www.catteacorner.com/dragosteadintei.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this dumb song has a BIG meaning behind it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from the Linden Trees (translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chim title... dumb tune...&lt;br /&gt;still very nice to listen and dance to...&lt;br /&gt;NOW i wanna watch chicken little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma nu ma iei&lt;br /&gt;Chipul tau si dragostea din tei&lt;br /&gt;Mi-amintsec de ochii tai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You want to leave but you don't want don't want don't want to&lt;br /&gt;take me, don't want don't want don't want to take me&lt;br /&gt;don't want, don't want, don't want to take me.&lt;br /&gt;Your face and love fomr the linden trees,&lt;br /&gt;And I remember your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its in romanian... really nice lyrics... even the english version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... went back to rehearse OP again... I managed to talk slower and increase my timing to 3mins plus... phew... I talk too fast le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then played tong hua on the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then fishie said she saw him while i was playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the _ person lorh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chewy also see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing or bad thing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he very weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very very weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;became too quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his moods too extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I ever saw was his friend... UP CLOSE... wanted to shout a nice and cheery "HI!!!"... but then because the situation really quite "gan ga"... like... both of us staring at each other... both shocked because i swung open the door without warning and it nearly hit him I think... then... we peng-ded there for about 3 seconds before I could make my way out of the room and he could pass by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to continue this guessing game... this game of hide-and-seek... this game with my heart... its either this way or the other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love had taken its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have super supportive friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbo was super nice today... he helped me analyse the reasonings behind a jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his analysising showed me a bright light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hanging out with all of them in search of a sneak preview of exorcism of emily rose was the best cure I can find for my confused heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys really nice... know that I like the white kitty in the arcade machine... wasted quite a lot of money trying to get it...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eugenie was my life saver today... my eyes were hurting like crazy from my lenses... and his solution helped me a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I finally managed to write kenneth's name on his paddle... yayys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the BESTEST friends in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM SUPER PROUD TO HAVE THEM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my legs going to break le... i think my stamina gone-ded... gone dunnoe where... 8 hours of walking and I almost cannot take it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss netball trainings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the smell of the ball... the smell of the rubber ground... the sun shining on me while I shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the muscular pains... of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was born for netball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i and r... stupid thing to do... stupid thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set target finish in 30mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if _ will read this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best leave it to fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to decide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113145998670041722?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113145998670041722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113145998670041722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113145998670041722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113145998670041722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/noomaanoomaaiei.html' title='noomaanoomaaiei'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113137179583610667</id><published>2005-11-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:56:35.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPOPOP</title><content type='html'>oral presentation rehearsal was today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it looked more like a class gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all bu yue er tong (literally: never arrange but still meet together) meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except chewy's group... they extra go lucius' house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time 9D meetings go lucius' house larh... then can play bridge... play MAH-jongjong... watch 1001 vcds... and have a lot of food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly his house sounds like paradise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then y-vonne missed her "tang guo" (candy) a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y-vonne cannot!!! later camel jealous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised how much i missed 9d... only one week never see each other i already felt so empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ADDICTED TO 9D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yarhlorhyarhlorh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno what i'll do without them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WATCH EXORCISM OF EMILY ROSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANNA GO WITH MEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO with me larh... (squirrel tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't liddat... (bimbo tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on... (with the kenneth tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't leave me alone (peiyu tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i very poor thing de (y-vonne tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out!!! (chewy tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have a lot of fun!!! (sandar tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or else i will "dian" you (eugene tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait... leave that last one out... i dun wan to "dian" anyone... must conserve energy... got energy depletion in the world you know??? cannot anyhow waste electricity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SCHOOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw mrs tan today then i realised i miss her too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then also miss chiew who sound so cute over the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i heard mr mark lim helped his class A LOT for OP!!! then we very de jealous...&lt;br /&gt;but 9D must still jiayou!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yarh... remember to do I and R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAPPY BIRTHDAY mei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113137179583610667?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113137179583610667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113137179583610667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113137179583610667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113137179583610667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/opopop.html' title='OPOPOP'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113120118427314837</id><published>2005-11-05T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:33:05.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackout</title><content type='html'>i just typed a wonderful post and then my bro HAD to trip a swtich and I LOST MY POST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ccan i swear in here???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just replace the swearing with this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnder" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/k/kellyclarksonlyrics/index.html"&gt;Kelly Clarkson Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnderPlain" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/k/kellyclarksonlyrics/becauseofyoulyrics.html"&gt;Because Of You Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;To never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because you know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaming somebody for ruining your life without sounding like a damn whiny guy like something from a plan that is simple???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wayyy to go kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm want your album...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113120118427314837?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113120118427314837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113120118427314837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113120118427314837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113120118427314837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/blackout.html' title='blackout'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113102379252575266</id><published>2005-11-03T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:16:32.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CinDerELLA's Story</title><content type='html'>Caught yet another movie on HBO... Its A Cinderella Story this time... by HILLARY DUFF... I'm really against her actually (now people... don't throw stuff at me)... her music is fluff... her endless squabble with Lindsay Lohan is puff... her relationship with half of the Madden twins is... well... actually I kinda approve of it... and her goody-two-shoes image??? okie larh... not that bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... except she needs to lose a bit of her weight... just a bit... teeny weeny bit... not like Lindsay... like bamboo ssstick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... down to the movie... I cried like crazy!!! it turned out to be better than expected... and funny with lots of wit and inspiring moments... although I thought that the role Chad Michael Murray was playing... Austin Ames... was pretty much a casanova... I MEAN... why would anyone go around confessing their love to a online email pal??? and the poems and love notes and stuff... and he haven't seen her yet!!! if someone did that to me I'll be more freaked out than flattered... okie... maybe a bit flattered... but... its just WRONG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part when they danced was magical... and when Austin Ames plucked the courage to walk away from his ball game... away from his father... towards Sam and towards his future... AHHHHHH... the rain fell from the drought... AND... I started to cry... BOOHOOHOO... I haven't cried in a movie for AGES... the last movie I cried at was Peter Pan... and that was last last year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I was a bit of an emotional wreck yesterday??? all I remembered was that I had a really bad headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... i'm outta here... haf a good holiday holiday holiday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113102379252575266?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113102379252575266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113102379252575266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113102379252575266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113102379252575266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/cinderellas-story.html' title='A CinDerELLA&apos;s Story'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113085372635616768</id><published>2005-11-01T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:02:06.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>j a y c h o u</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH............... i can barely contain my excitement... i'z gotz thez newz jayz chouz albumz... okie... more about that later... now i will narrate my day's adventure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i slept at a VERY early 3.00pm... Y E S... because i was watching blue crush mah... u noe... the show with the hot surfer girls and blood curdling waves???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ever faithful bio alarm clock woke me up at 7:00am... i comtemplated waking up but then again... there will NOT be much to eat or do anyway... so i continued my slumber until... 9:30am... when I was rudely awakened from my j a y c h o u dream yes... I WAS DREAMING OF HIM... by none other than wongjinfa... yup... it was about the movie outing today... I think I kinda yelled at him or something... then returned to bed only to find that I can't get back to sleep... MY j a y c h o u!!! so I climbed out of bed... feeling pretty pissed that I cannot find my jay chou in my dream... but I was quite energetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got washed... blah... and went to vekanesh's house for Deepavali... tradition to go to her house for Deepavali... i've haven't seen here in the whole year!!! man i miss her... lol... but i couldn't remeber how to get to her unit... and I didn't know what was on my left and right... so I waited there for vickie to come to the floor and pick me up... she was with her two MI friends... they were pretty nice and very humourous... so we headed to her house... which was already quite packed... and we sat down to chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then her other friend arrived... ervin... whom I SOLEMNLY swear that looks like errol... YES... errol of nyjc... heck!!! their names even begin with er!!! I think that they are long lost twins or something... and he's really... crappy... actually nice and friendly... but well... I did hit off quite well with vickie's friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then hosrina, herman, carlo and natthida came... juli was coming too but I left before she arrived... well... had a good talk with all of them... missed life in secondary school (NOT macpherson though)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ervin was going to town too so we left vickie's house at 3:00pm (omigosh i was like... quite late already) and ran to catch 65 to town... ervin made me jealous with his slip of paper for pre-ordering jay chou's album!!! and he almost made me pay 5 buck for the poster he was going to receive when he collects his cd... argh!!! no larh... he was very funny and I couldn't stop laughing... I had a BAD throat!!! and he pointed out these old ah peks and started saying funny things about them... then we approached town and then in the packed bus there appeared this guy in a yellow short sleeved shirt with flowing hair tight jeans... the works... and ervin decided at that point of time to confess his love for the guy... "he so shuai!!!"... jialat... i egged him to go up and obtain the guy's number but he said he was "shy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got off... aiyoh... wasted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no larh... he was purely kidding... because the man... didn't look very manly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we parted ways and i went to find jin fa cunzheng wei jun and swee wei... we shopped around for a while... which i bought my jay chou cd... and got my gigantic poster... cunzheng got his earlier... and then we went to the cinema and sat down on the comfy chairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the legend of zorro turned out better than I expected... hilarious without trying too hard... kickings and punchings aside... I love the spanish accent they have... I think I want to imitate that accent soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thatz iz whyz Iz talkz likez thatz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yarh right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113085372635616768?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113085372635616768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113085372635616768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113085372635616768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113085372635616768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/11/j-y-c-h-o-u.html' title='j a y c h o u'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113077098041829254</id><published>2005-10-31T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:06:26.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh.FYE.S.niah.Dee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY... I HAVE TWO VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENTS TO MAKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seek your kind attention as you scroll down the page to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NUMBER ONE: THOU SHALT NOT CLEAN MY ROOM AGAIN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cleaning my room is a chore... takes up my time... and in the end after emptying the files and shelves of rubbish... it STILL looks the SAME!!! waste my time... sweat... and effort!!! and PLASTIC trash bags!!! I was reading the label for the GLAD brand trash bags... It says it can hold up to 13 gallons of trash (that is... dunnoe how many cans of soft drinks)... anyways... i took one over the popular plastic bag that i was eyeing and happily cleaned up the war-torned area in my room... after cleaning and cleaning and cleaning... i filled up the entire bag!!! i amassed a great amount of trash in the entire HALF a year... and some wonder how i even managed to find space ot sleep in... YES... so i continued to classify my stuff into files... council work included... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finished my hard work and taa-uuuughhhhhh... its still looks the SAME!!! what the!!! i spent my whole bloddy afternoon cleaning the pile!!! and my room still LOOKS THE SAME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thus... from this problem... i've decided NOT to clean my room again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PERIOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NUMBER TWO: CHECK OUT MY NEW BLOGSKIN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT a big fan of Missy Elliot... BUT quite a fan of adidas... and I think the range she designed is pretty cool!!! if not for the hot pink fonts that is... this super uber cool blogskin is NICE... i think... because it kinda reflects the BOLD side of me... LOL... and women power!!! out with the JERKS!!! we women are IN control of our lives!!! RESPECT US!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yarh... i spent a lot of time on the customisation of the blogskin... but at least... hey... it pays off right... NOT LIKE doing something for the WHOLE afternoon and STILL not seeing anything come out of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO HERE IS THE END OF TODAY'S ANNOUNCEMENTS. I THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND ATTENTION. PLEASE HAVE A GOOD NIGHT. (that is if you haven't been haunted by this horrendously posting already)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;END OF ANNOUNCEMENTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113077098041829254?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113077098041829254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113077098041829254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113077098041829254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113077098041829254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/10/ohfyesniahdee.html' title='oh.FYE.S.niah.Dee'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113059749473301762</id><published>2005-10-29T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:51:34.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boringsaturdays</title><content type='html'>i always love sleeping in saturdays... saturday afternoons are a good time to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like a pig!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be studying for chinese now but i am NOT... die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly life revolves only around council... tv... computer... guitar and surprisingly... piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i anged to play tong hua in one go today on the piano... purely form sight-reading... mom was pretty pleased... she's always screaming at me and asking why i'm giving up the piano... i haven't given up the piano... only that i stopped going for lessons (which are pretty much boring) and stopped taking the examinations (of which the pieces are very boring)... maybe when i'm older... i'll go and complete the course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age imposes no boundaries when it comes to learning... right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently not for my mom... ugh!!! i dun want to go back to the piano studios anytime soon!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a very very very happy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... my gp suddenly become so pro... 99% percentile... not bad huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly my other grades are quite unsightly... but got improvement okie!!! i never get any fs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of the people around me got promoted... or made it to honour's list... or made it to top 50... so cool larh... haha... then i look at myself and feel zi bei!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those who got promoted must work harder!!! the a's are coming like... next yr!!! and then there is chinese and oral presentation... work work work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr teo came to me with the sweetest thing i ever heard in a million years... two ex-nyjcians are coming back to rent uniforms for their wedding!!! so sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that means i have to stay back to help them do the fitting... i wonder how they look like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk... with love and love and more love... i wish everyone who are facing their clao exams and ops... Good Luck!!! muacks muacks muacks muacks muacks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113059749473301762?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113059749473301762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113059749473301762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113059749473301762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113059749473301762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/10/boringsaturdays.html' title='boringsaturdays'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113042261806023649</id><published>2005-10-27T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:16:58.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fullhouse</title><content type='html'>watch full house today with josh and pings and huishan... think i'm going to be addicted soon lorh... the girl so chio... haha... omg... sounds so wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second last day of school... well... i was pretty much alone in the morning bus ride... haha... dunnoe where the rest went to... i was walking and walking the same route i walk everyday... but then... i realised... i'm going to be j2 soon... its so fast... time... passes you so quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i felt indifferent... maybe because the holidays require us to stay in school almost everyday... i love school so much... because of my class... my council... my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world and life revolves around them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... today is the day we pick out ogls... the response was overwhelming... so cool huh... but it was heart-wrenching... heart-wrenching to see the people you know and love being rejected and stuff... its really tough... especially when you are the authority... to use or abuse???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why being the king may not necessary be the best thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... tonite... i leave you with this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertical Horizon... Best I ever Had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnder" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/v/verticalhorizonlyrics/index.html"&gt;Vertical Horizon Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="NoUnderPlain" onmouseover="window.status=' '; return true" onmouseout="window.status=' '; return true" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/v/verticalhorizonlyrics/bestieverhadgreyskymorninglyrics.html"&gt;Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning) Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sailed away&lt;br /&gt;Into a grey sky morning&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Love can be so boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's quite the same now&lt;br /&gt;I just say your name now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;You don't want me back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you stole my world&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just a phony&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the girl&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me down and lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send it in a letter&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it may take some time to&lt;br /&gt;Patch me up inside&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take it so I&lt;br /&gt;Run away and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I may find in time that&lt;br /&gt;You were always right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sailed away&lt;br /&gt;Into a grey sky morning&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Love can be so boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I'm haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;The best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;The best I ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*you were the best i ever had... i dun want to lose you... i just wish that it wasn't so hard... NO matter what happens... i'll support you to the very end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113042261806023649?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113042261806023649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113042261806023649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113042261806023649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113042261806023649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/10/fullhouse.html' title='fullhouse'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113032837590483368</id><published>2005-10-26T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:06:15.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113032837590483368?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113032837590483368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113032837590483368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113032837590483368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113032837590483368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_26.html' title='!'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113024462381440078</id><published>2005-10-25T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:50:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blardyrain</title><content type='html'>the downpour was horrendous today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shite (the new swear word i learnt from a book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today with a super dry throat... blocked nose... bleary eyes... violent coughs... and a half-returned soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i shouldn't have ate those junk last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its turning me into trash (pun totally intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discounting the fact that i haven't been exercising (har!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe maybe maybe tommorrow i'll get mom or pops to drive me to school so that i can go running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the feel of the wind in your face and your legs taking your troubles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss running real bad =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shite again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick and on medication!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to go running???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even mentioning OP huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my itchy throat will make me real awkard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone teach me sign language please???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... today wasn't really THAT BAD larh... only that i was kind of irritable and my fuse was going to blow up any moment... that was until jo and i ran out of the library (and mid way through my grp discussion) to stop kah hui from running... IT WAS BLARDY RAINING... WE ARE NOT going to let him risk anything... ANYTHING... but when we reached there he promised us NOT to run (like somebody pls say PHEW???)... so i was stuck there with invest... gossiping (again)... and we gossiped about a few REALLY scandalous stuff (kenneth gummy not allowed to listen... *ahem *ahem *ahem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie okie... gotta go... mom complaining abt my health and sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113024462381440078?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113024462381440078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113024462381440078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113024462381440078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113024462381440078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/10/blardyrain.html' title='blardyrain'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855878.post-113015718570308716</id><published>2005-10-24T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:33:05.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A HOLE new world</title><content type='html'>3...2...1... and BLOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing has been happening to me since friday... every little irritating thing irritates me... but i found out... yup... its definitely PMS... not today though... i was kind of pissed... hurt... and angry  at myself... now why does that sound NOT surprising???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all throughout today i was quite irritable... sorry to the three guys who had to put up with my temper/mood swings these few days...  haha... i had a major all time lowdown on the mood today... typing at the computer and spouting angry words... i think it must have been a terrifying scene... even sister wouldn't want to come close to me after he/she pulled my hairtie out and i didn't respond... talk about the powers of concentration... more like the powers of angst... now what did mr singh taught us about anchors and reverse anchors??? gracious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i had a long long long hug from pings this morning and big big big group huggs from invest (excluding josh again)... i dun care how people perceive us... i just love love love all of them... MUACKS!!! I LOVE INVEST!!! council camp ad hoc is made up of really fun people too... BUT NOTHING BEATS INVEST AD HOC!!! because nothing can compare to the sweat, blood and tears (sad, angry and of joy ones) that invest went through... thats why I LOVE THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't get me wrong... i LOVE council all... because we all went through the same hardships and joys together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SOLICO too... its MY solico after all... its EVERY solico memebers' SOLICO... solico solico solico... now i just want to concentrate on solico and a little lesser on phoenix... solico is now my priority (besides CHINESE AND OP of course!!!) and phoenix needs to take a backseat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most important lesson i've learnt so far???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to learn to let go... no matter how precious the thing is to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET GO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen a lot of my friends... in and out of ny... having SO MANY commitments that they end up suffering and being caught in a dilemma... me too... i'm in the same situation... i have so many projects to attend to!!! and all of them follow up so closely to each other... whats most important eventually is putting the most important first... not forgetting the not so important ones... and organise your work!!! my notebooks are the most precious things to me in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much that they'll probably be the first thing i'll rescue from a fire... other than my age old teddy bear of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ear has a new addition... say hello to silver little stud named stud little (whoa!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... we saw something in a magazine... the whole class is excited... hmmph... but its quite scandalous so i will not elaborate on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current book i'm reading: .P.S., I LOVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reflects my current state and also reinforced my belief that i have to be a strong person because i have people who care about me and love me!!! the people who love me for who i am... not what they want me to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that book i'm targeting another paulo coelho book, or another book from the author of my sister's keeper... which are of pretty much serious fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i can go into the boy's arena and pick grisham (just need to borrow it form er... josh???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i can return to the comforts of girly fiction... like mel something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just haven't been reading fiction that i have forgotten all my favourite author's names!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not catherine lim and dan brown though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished reading most of their books already!!! quite bored... when is dan brown coming out with another book???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just go visit the cinema again and catch something that will thrill me... goodness... the selection now isn't even palatable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then...let me get high on my starbucks iced (NOT BLENDED) mocha again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8855878-113015718570308716?l=sacrificialelement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/feeds/113015718570308716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8855878&amp;postID=113015718570308716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113015718570308716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855878/posts/default/113015718570308716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacrificialelement.blogspot.com/2005/10/hole-new-world.html' title='A HOLE new world'/><author><name>.::KiLL Me::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13042584051416254594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
