<?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-13050106</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:39:05.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mememememe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-7205977542828652941</id><published>2007-07-14T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T21:58:02.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to talk abt smu business camp.&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i got a missed call from some strange number on mon. and someone told me to meet at smu the nxt day at 830am. and i was like "wth.why shd i go to smu tmr when the camp is so much later?"turns out, the camp was the nxt day. and i basically got home at 12 midnight and started packing after tt. (in the rush, i forgot my toothpaste and track shoes and some other random stuff.l not surprising.)&lt;br /&gt;i seriously shd start to get organised again. i mean, after a lvls, im just doing everything i wanna do at whatever time i want. no deadlines to meet, no fixed meeting times and blah blah blah. (that's why i'm loving it.) so anw, i went for the camp, albeit reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;and to my pleasant surprise i kinda enjoyed it. i mean, it was fun. and it was fun because it was slack.&lt;br /&gt;highlights of the camp:&lt;br /&gt;1. FRIGHTNIGHT! changi hospital is just creepy. thank goodness for kaiyuan my hero. haha. seriously. i wld have died ofhorror if not for him. u know it's all fake, but somehow, u just get freaked out. coz of all the suspense and crap. it's a bit like reading gothic texts.&lt;br /&gt;2. amazing race. i cant belive i ran frm smu all the way to raffles place IN SLIPPERS. my toes were totally sore after that. &lt;br /&gt;3. the "party". everyone basically drank and got wasted. but i like it. usually when i get drunk or high i make it a conscious attempt to act sober and think straight. but at smu camp, i just totally cant bebothered. which is gd. and it';s one heck of an experience, dancing in baggy t shirts and slippers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grp has pretty nice ppl. so im happy. they're not boring. but they're nottotally crazy. so it's a prety nicebalance. yay. now im just dreading freshmen camp. i hate obs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-7205977542828652941?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/7205977542828652941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/7205977542828652941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-going-to-talk-abt-smu-business-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-4956562407050444751</id><published>2007-07-08T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:53:53.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Power yoga. it's just, really powerful. and u need ample power to do power yoga. i mean, who on earth lifts their whole body up with one hand,supports  both legs on ur elbows so that the legs are lifted into the air...there are like tons of poses that i dont even know how to describe with words. come to think of it, i think i dreamt of dng crazy yoga poses before. haha. but seriously, the power yoga class today was just .crazy. i think im a naturally flexible person. but im very weak(physically). and now i gotta like lift up my entire body with like one palm while balancing both legs in the air?! i think "crazy" might be an understatement. usually "downward dog" is kinda sian when the instructor kps making u do it during hatha and gentle(yes, we all know the benefits of downward dog,but when u kp repeating it, it can gte qt boring. and it can be qt painful to do the downward dog properly, like fully stretched and all, at least for me.). HOWEVER, in power yoga, when the instructor ONCE IN A WHILE says "downward dog", u see huge sighs of relief all across the room. suddenly everyone just seems to LOVE downward dog. and suddenly all the dificult poses in hatha and sun salutations and ashtanga and everything else just seems so nice and amiable. &lt;br /&gt;there was this pose. we basically lie flat on our stomachs,then lift up one of our legs and stretch our hands all the way backwards to grab the toes, and then proceed to arch our backs to the insane extent of touching our foreheads to the toes. painful. and the instructor basically twisted me into that position.yes,twisted. he pull my legs, pushed my shoulders down and yanked my hands towards my legs. and for the first time in my entire short yoga life, i screamed in a class. i mean, i always liek to scream. but screaming in a yoga class? and when he finally let go of me, nobody can imagine the tremendous relief i felt. it's as ifim suddenly released frm ____(hell/school/prison/etc.) ok, but i gotta give him due credit. seeing that i was in great misery, he gave me a nice massage at my tailbone area afer (dis)contorting my body. anw, throughout the whole lesson, i screamed a few times, and in return got a few nice cracking of the spine and spinal massage.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i kinda like power yoga.it helps in strengthening the body. and somehow if u master it, u can do stuff that's really out of the world with ur worldy body. i mean, honestly, our body can conquer physical limitations. we just gota be strong enough. (and i like the idea of conquering difficulties and crossing boundaries)&lt;br /&gt;and on a more sadistic note,i think i like pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.: because i am now a professional slacker(quitted job, waiting for school to start), i have decided to start blogging again. and i'll try and kp the blog alive thru uni. TRY. it's actually a pretty gd way of reflecting. and it feels qt gd. (i think i got bored of blogging. then after i took a hiatus and came back to it, it feels nice to be writing/blogging again.) anw, i havent told anyone of my blog-revival. but the whole pt is not really to erm, let ppl read my blog. it's more of a self -(i cant find a word, satisfying?) kinda thing. and if ppl happen to read, then ok. by all means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-4956562407050444751?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/4956562407050444751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/4956562407050444751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2007/07/power-yoga.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-2239862235432272943</id><published>2007-07-07T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:37:02.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just took a long walk home from jo's house. ok actually i took a cab until i reached the start of sixth ave, and then i walked home. but still it was pretty long. it was virtually frm one end of sixth ave to the other. anw, that's not exactly the pt. i think it's my period. im feeling exceptionally melancholic tonight/this morning. maybe it was the super heavy dinner. &lt;br /&gt;I like walking along 6th ave. i think it's a beautiful place. i likethe long strech of roads with tress lining from end to end. and i like the houses. and i like the busstops. and i like the street lamps. it's just so quiet and peaceful. it's the 1st timeim walking this stretch of road at erm, around midnight. so i think it's good. because ive walked along this stretch of road in early morning, late evening, afternoon, early evening, late morning and blahblah blah. and at differenttimes of the day, u see a diffeent side of the road. and at different times of the day, i feel different walking the road. &lt;br /&gt;I remember a few yrs back, i was feeling qt upset over smth(i cant rmb what). and so i decided to walk home. and throughout the journey home, i felt kinda lonely(it's like walking a lonely stretch of rd alone in late evening). but when i gothome, i just felt so much better. it just takes my mind off things. and it'slike when i reach home, ive reached a destination, kinda thing, so i think i subconciously see it as the end of the shit im gng through, and that ive reached another phase. and home is where the heart is :) so im happy to be home. &lt;br /&gt;it's like no matter how crappy things go outside, i always have a home to go back to. &lt;br /&gt;this morning, i just took a stroll home again. this time, i's darker and quieter. but there were many cars, so i think it made things a bit better. i actually enjoyed my walk. it made me feel like ive got control. and it makes me feel a certain sense of peace and like tranquility. and i took my time to kinda rmb how the houses looked at 12plus am. and i alsonoticed that the only pathetic playground along 6th ave has NO swings. how pathetic is that. ive nv played at that playground since i was a kid. i always went to my grandma's place. so im glad i had swings for childhood. if that playground had a swing, i wld prolly had gone to play with it during the walk. youknow like how pplalways say that it's the lil things in life that count blah blah. i think a walk like that is one of those lil things. i mean, these walks helped me appreciate the place i stay in.andnot to take things for granted.  and if i ever move to somewhere else, id have memories of 6th ave.i always like to think of 6th ave as a lil suburban town. (coz it's sg, so the best i can do is to PRETEND that i live in somewhere suburban). haha. a bit like wisteria lane in desperate housewives. haha. i like it. &lt;br /&gt;anw, just to sidetrack, i think walking alone late at night or smth is very gd for character. especially for girls. because the walks make u feel super lonely, and u gotta deal wih it. i think im afraid of loneliness, and everyone prolly is, just that most ppl dont liek to admit it, or choose to ignore it. so anw, walkin alone late at night forces u to face up to that loneliness, and somehow i feel it makes u (or at least, me) stronger. it's a bit like "o man im so lonely. i have no one towalk this shit with me. i wished i had soemone by my side. but heck i'll survive anw". &lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i just blogged so much. must have been the food plus my period. plus the walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-2239862235432272943?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/2239862235432272943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/2239862235432272943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-took-long-walk-home-from-jos.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-2137568611037943526</id><published>2007-07-02T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T19:52:22.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't understand why people like to act smart. i like to act dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-2137568611037943526?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/2137568611037943526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/2137568611037943526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-understand-why-people-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-3805897697959228783</id><published>2007-06-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:03:51.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Critique of symbolic culture&lt;br /&gt;Primitivists view the shift towards an evermore &lt;a title="Symbolism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symbolism"&gt;symbolic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Culture" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Culture"&gt;culture&lt;/a&gt; (epitomized by &lt;a title="Virtual reality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virtual_reality"&gt;virtual reality&lt;/a&gt;) as highly problematic in the sense that it separates us from a direct interaction. Often the response to this questioning is, “So, you just want to grunt?" This might be the desire of a few, but typically the critique is a look at the problems inherent with a form of &lt;a title="Communication" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communication"&gt;communication&lt;/a&gt; and comprehension that relies primarily on symbolic thought at the expense (and even exclusion) of other sensual and unmediated means. The emphasis on the symbolic is a movement from direct experience into mediated experience in the form of &lt;a title="Language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Language"&gt;language&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Art" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Number" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number"&gt;number&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Time" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt;, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Primitivists argue that symbolic culture filters our entire perception through formal and informal &lt;a title="Symbols" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symbols"&gt;symbols&lt;/a&gt;. It goes beyond just giving things names, and extends to having an entire relationship to the world that comes through the lens of representation. It is debatable as to whether humans are "hard-wired" for symbolic thought or if it developed as a cultural change or adaptation, but, say primitivists, the symbolic mode of expression and understanding is limited and its over-dependence leads to objectification, alienation, and a tunnel vision of perception. Many primitivists promote and practice getting in touch with and rekindling dormant or underutilized methods of interaction and cognition, such as touch and smell, as well as experimenting with and developing unique and personal modes of comprehension and expression.&lt;br /&gt;kudos to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anarcho-primitivism"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anarcho-primitivism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just learnt today that i have slight leanings towards anarcho primitivism. hah. i was reading thru this article and realised that it kinda echoed one of my former blog posts on communication. anw im damn bored at work. tt's why im updating my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-3805897697959228783?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/3805897697959228783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/3805897697959228783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2007/06/critique-of-symbolic-culture.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-116314233278659083</id><published>2006-11-10T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:05:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o yah n i wanna add in those english men who r gng to be marking my scripts. *muackz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-116314233278659083?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/116314233278659083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/116314233278659083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-yah-n-i-wanna-add-in-those-english.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-116314215018360691</id><published>2006-11-10T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:02:30.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i shall revive my blog with this juicylist!&lt;br /&gt;xuehui's top 10 men of the year 2006(in no order of preference):&lt;br /&gt;1. Keynes&lt;br /&gt;2. Adam Smith&lt;br /&gt;3. Bernoulli&lt;br /&gt;4. Faraday&lt;br /&gt;5. Lenz&lt;br /&gt;6. NEWTON!&lt;br /&gt;7. blake&lt;br /&gt;8. shakespeare ( he's in my list every yr)&lt;br /&gt;9. Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;10. fred botting&lt;br /&gt;o yay i love all these men. they r ooozing with grey matter n they r so intelligently hot!&lt;br /&gt;12 more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-116314215018360691?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/116314215018360691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/116314215018360691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-115684611882623637</id><published>2006-08-29T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:08:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i m so frivolous! i shall try being more serious. hahah. ok, maybe not. being serious is BORING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-115684611882623637?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/115684611882623637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/115684611882623637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-m-so-frivolous-i-shall-try-being.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-115622807230079772</id><published>2006-08-22T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:27:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg the last time i blogged was half a yr ago. wth. i m supposed to be in sch now. but i m at home blogging. i m so tired of mugging. gah.y cant i just be happy. i just want to slack n do what i want. and not like mug mug mugmugmgugm7ug . i feel like a mugging machine! and nobody;s goin to read this i m just ramblingn complaining. so lame lah! i m wasting me time!!!! argh. i m trying to think of smth tt is not frivolous to say. but i cant! sian. life is so boring. 3 more mths!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-115622807230079772?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/115622807230079772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/115622807230079772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg-last-time-i-blogged-was-half-yr.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113842851571569294</id><published>2006-01-28T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:08:35.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay SAT is over. at least now i cansay bye to all those grammar rules n bombastic words. anw SAT is damn brain consuming lah. really. first few sections i was damn on. n i felt damn shuang. after a while my brain speed slowed down.. den i thought slower. n i got sian. n bored. n tired. i wanted to like do smth else. i dunno. anw mebbe it's just me lah. ive got short attention span. anw SAT is really brain frying lah. i think i cant think for the nxt few days. lucky for cny to recuperate. anw i left some qs balnks. hopefully those qs r those tt i wld haf answered wrongly if i haf attempted. so at least i din get marks deducted. aiyah i dun wan to think n get worried ady lah. whatever will be will be. i shall just be contented wif my lot, wadeva happens.sian! ok nvm at least now i can be happy n celeberatemy cny eve, n my SAT-less life. o, anw i think i m damn kuku. i rbought a clock lagh! den de whole hall only i brought a clock. felt so dumb. in the end i nv use oso. haha. n i forgot how to spell "frankenstein"!i always cannot spell his name lah. but i tink i was damn heng. coz de later sections, tt wordactually came out as a qs. so i new de correct spelling n cld change my essay. hahah. yay! o n dree were a lot of rj n hc ppl at de test centre lah. so scary. n MANY prcs!!! liew de competition is like damn tough lah.i hope those ppl get like 2300 so tt i can like get 2200 or smth.,.haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113842851571569294?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113842851571569294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113842851571569294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-sat-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113655735093125723</id><published>2006-01-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:43:44.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was talking to jan today. den we were justtalking while staring at trees at the hc flagpole place. den suddenly, something really intelligent popped out of my mouth! i said" language is a source of miscommunication". i just wanted to like rmb it coz i think it's quite true. n it's really quite an interesting thought. yah, i think it's really a paradox; how language inhibits communication. because like different ppl interpret words n langauge differntly. so how i interpret wad u say might not be wad u r really trying to say. because wadeva i hear n think has been interpreted by me. n it's wad i THINK u r trying to say, but it might not be wad u r trying to say.maybe ppl shd really start communicating with our our eyes. like the women in hotel de dream. so that words cannot mask the real meaning that we r trying to coney. so that everything is natural. actaully, i thought it was quite romantic, to talk with your eyes. like you know, the song, "when u say nothing at all". it's like a higher, purer form of communication. one that requires peple to really enagage n connect, so that they can understand each other perfectly without requiring a medium for the "words" to propogate.so cool rite. heh. just a random thought. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113655735093125723?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113655735093125723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113655735093125723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-talking-to-jan-today.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113605037156683671</id><published>2006-01-01T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:32:55.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! new yr! i m waiting for my hair to dry! i came out of de bathroom, n my sis was like "happy new yr!" yay just in time for de new yr. haha. den i heard firewworks. prob frm de sky symphony countdown thingy. they sent my family some invitation to de countdown thingy there. but like we r all at home. yah. n i m hafing fun being sian. haha. this is the most boring new yr in my 17 yrs. ok mebbe minus de first few yrs of my life when i din know wad i was dng, prob din even know it was de new yr. haha. yah. n i m blogging. hahha.. ok so new yr resolutions. i dunno y i m making dem, i nv kp to dem anw. n i sometimes i forget wad resolutions i make. n mebbe like in may or june or smth i will just come up wif new new yr resolutions. haha. den i'll call dem like "my new may resolution" or my new"july resolutions" , depending on the month. sometimes i change my resolutions. like i will go like "i vow to hate all guys" on 1/01..den mebbe 3 wks later i'll be like "i vow to hate all guys, with the exception of some" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yah ok so wadeva lah. it's gd to haf new yr resolutions so yah, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1. i will be kind to ppl. cut down on unecessary bitching.&lt;br /&gt;2. i will try n look more approachable, after receiving feedbacks tt i look dao n bitchy when i dun smile. so now, i will smile when waiting for de bus. smile when waiting for my food, smile when waiting for a cubicle in de toilet, smile when i m pissed, smile at irritating ppl..ahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;3. i will go to sembawang music centre whenever i need to buy a present. so everybody will just get a cd frm me nxt yr.&lt;br /&gt;4. i will be a gd daughter n sis.&lt;br /&gt;5. i will be try n be smarter. haha. n malu myself less.haha.&lt;br /&gt;6. i will transform into a nerd. n mug damn hard.  i will love econs.  i will adore lit n gp. i will dream of physics n math.yay.&lt;br /&gt;no 6. rox lah. i hope i dun cry too much nxt yr. haha.oopss..i mean this yr.&lt;br /&gt;ok now i will go n slp de first few hrs of my new yr away n wake up to a brand new start! may my new yr be fruitful : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113605037156683671?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113605037156683671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113605037156683671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-new-yr-i-m-waiting-for-my-hair-to.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113602489478914196</id><published>2005-12-31T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:04:49.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o yay! i m officially 17!!! haha when some ppl r turning 18 in a few days time..haha..but nvm i love being young! everybody loves u coz u r young~ !&lt;br /&gt;haha.. ok anw this yr i had many wonderful bdae celebrations!!! haha...first one was like 10 days b4 my actual bdae, wif ocip ppl, b4 david left for taiwan, at david's place.it was supposed to be a ocip gathering..den at de end dey brought out a cake for aubrey n me!:D haha it was really sweet!!:D and it was mango-ish! must thank royston my ever-so-thoughtful dance partner for getting the cake! haha..n my darling lard gang plus aaron got me this nice pretty necklace!n it happens that i haf earrings to go wif it! haha yup..it was super fun!&lt;br /&gt;ok, den the second celebration was with chen chlo sher n cheng..we just like met up n spent time tog.. it was really nice..coz we hafnt seenone another since a long time..haha..which was actually not v long...but yah..so it was gd!: )&lt;br /&gt;den it was my bdae party at my place...invited 6f'00 ppl, some rj ppl, n de hc ppl...yup..i hafnt seen my pri sch frens since erm i dunno when!! haha .. must really thank sheryl n ding xiang for gathering de ppl..coz it was damn last min..de bbq idea popped out of my brain like 2 days b4 de party day.. so yah..haha..n some of dem only got de notice on de day itself..heh..n all demost interesting presents i got were frm 6f ppl lah..liek some kuku horse thingy n a men's healthmagazine..hahah..: ) yup den de rj ppl were playing mahjong..n yiwei was de only 4/3 person who came, coz we all knowwad 4/3 is like..so yah..haha... n i must thank der koon, arthur, yizhi for their great efforts in bbqing for everybody!!!!:D *drumrolls clap clap* haha....dey r my greatest honour lorh! haha...bring glory to the hc race..hahah...such tt the raffles*does the shoulder shurgging thing * ppl r embarrassed of their "un-initiative":P heh...ok jk..later a hc-rj war wage den i die..haha...but anw jonfoo rox! coz he brought mahjong set! n dey surprised me by telling me tt jonfoo is weinian's mum..h a h a.qt funny lah. coz i really tot he was weinian's mum..hahah.. n shanny rox too!! she came over after her 12-hr netball training.. all sweaty n tired! but she still came!:) was really touched!:Do, n mebbe i shd oso thank aaron n wang hao for crashing de party hor..haha..but i shall forgive dem lah..considering tt dey prob missed me too much, plus dey got  cakes for me as surprises when i was NOT at home..:P&lt;br /&gt;ok, den de nxt day,wang hao treated aaron, adrea n i to hagen dazz!!! haha yup..denafter de treat i wen tot meet yoketeng n huiling whom i hafnt seen for ages...yah...den we walked arnd to look for their clothes...n as usual, yoketeng din buy anything..haha...so we were like niaoing her b4 we left her...den after we left for a while, she msged us to tell us she bought something!!! wow!!! haha..den at arnd 5 plus i went to joanne's place for our tcn gathering~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! haha..it was so gd to see all de tcn ppl tog again...xiang came late though...but anyway it was really nice just to sit by de pool, n de empty pool table, n chill out n talk... we just talked abt everybody's lives...abt lame loser-ish ppl:P haha ..n like all our experiences n ecounters de past yr...it was like really nice to hear everyone update on their lives after such a long time....it was really qt romantic .hahah.. o n xiang came late wif a really big n nice pink ballon tt says"happybirthday princess" it was really cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i felt like a seven yr old all over again!:D haha basically talking to tcn gers r just damn nice lah...we can talk abt all sorts of crap..n stuff tt we wun really go talk to other ppl abt..n we can gush over erm, guys, haha wifout being called "bimbotic" or erm"guy crazy"..actually, we r not btichy or wad, it'sjust fun..haha..&lt;br /&gt;ok, den de nxt day, went to celebrate wif lian. i m qt proud of her actually,coz she kept to her promises. bought me a cake, sang me a song, n got me heels. haha.. anw she totally maluated me at sembawang music centre. so much so tt i haf to anyhow buy a cd for like some random person whose bdae is coming soon to save us frm embarrassment. i dun think i wanna go into de details. but basically, we were at de top 10 music cds section..basically, it was smth liddat&lt;br /&gt;me:hah! he hates mariah carey!*reaches out to get her cd*&lt;br /&gt;her cd is like top few lvls lah! so i had to like tiptoe n stretch. n guess wad.&lt;br /&gt;the carrie underwood cd nxt to mariah carey dcides to fall off, n in an attempt to save tt cd, i knocked down a few others..so all de cds were just falling down. yay. n so we were just like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;n i was utterly embarrassed.n to make things worse, de super cute salesman came up to me. i was like thinking" o great. is he gng to scold me or ask to check de cds tt i dropped or wad"&lt;br /&gt;salesman:*smiles* excuse me, did u lose ur hp?&lt;br /&gt;me:*shocked, bewildered, surprised* n when i m shocked my eyes open wide n i gaf tt har? look. den, as if in a trance, i looked at my hands, opened my bag n found my hp missing! n i just nodded dumbly.&lt;br /&gt;salesman:*flashes megawatt smile andpresents me wif my hp frm behind his back, like dng some magic trick*&lt;br /&gt;i prob left my hp somewhere lah. coz my bag was too full. yay. n i forgot abt it.alamak! really damn malu-ating lah. bet dey think we r dumb. o yay. n stupid lian has to giggle non-stop. actually there was something tt was more maluating than wadeva was stated above. but i dun think i shd say. coz it's really qt stupid. haha.:P&lt;br /&gt;ok den i think my bdae celeb marks an end wif de bbq dinner i had wif my family n cousins . basically my mum bought MORE food den de bbq for my frens. double standards lah. dere was satay n sweet potatoes n otah n blah blah blah. yah n so we just ate. hahaha. yup! in general, i think my 17 bdae rox lah...mebbe minus de maluating encounter at sembawang music centre..haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113602489478914196?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113602489478914196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113602489478914196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-yay-i-m-officially-17-haha-when-some.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113535971618235931</id><published>2005-12-24T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:41:56.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just received the prettiest xmas card ive ever gotten in my life a few days ago: ) it was handmade n pink n glittery n damnnnnn nice!! haha n it had nice pink handmade earrings attached. n it was oh-so-sweet. n it was so very thoughtful!: ) it was like specially made for me!: ) haha. so i just wanna thank yiwei for sending me de nicest card ive ever received!: ) i was really v touched!!! n de earrings r just so ver chio!! haha ..thanks! merry x'mas!!!: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113535971618235931?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113535971618235931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113535971618235931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-received-prettiest-xmas-card.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113319699056171399</id><published>2005-11-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:28:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;heyppl !!!!i just came back frm thailand some days ago..but didnt really haf time to get down to blogging..haha ...anw im sure everybody wans to know wad happened to darlingxuehui in thailand rite!:P haha..ok sorry a bit bhb..haha anw..to sum everything up, thailand ocip was enriching, meaningful n inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;i think i gained more den i gave. the thai children taught me lessons (even though we were supposed to be giving eng lessons). sincerity, warmth, helpfulness, kindness. anw i m not like quoting of a moral ed textbook ok! if u tell me these sorta stuff b4 i went to thailand, i'll probably think u r damn fake. i mean like these kinda things sounds too good to be real.but the thai kids really exhibited these qualities. i dunno, depsite de langage barriers, dey just made me feel damn good.&lt;br /&gt;in the school, when we were playing volleyball n i was happily missing all de balls, wang hao';s lover SARAWOOT who's a damn pro vballer just gave me very nice smiles as if to say "it's ok" n den helped me serve. n like even when de other kids were laffing rite, it';s not de mean type of" o i canplay better den u " kinda laughter. it's more of like "haha tt's was funny!" kinda laughter. haha. n i was touched when de kids like volunteered to help carry tables n chairs n clsoe de windows. i mean, dey r v small actions, but it was in them to take de step forward to help. in spore, u haf to haf a duty roster for kids to help teachers clean de board. i rmb how ms yeo had to spend 5 mins tryign tot get one of us to clean de board of switch off de lights. haha. de thai kids r very initiative.or maybe dey sent us there most well behaved students? i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, although the kids we taight were arnd de same age as us, ot msome even older, dey seemed very pri -sch -ish to me. maybe coz we were supposed to teach dem, n de eng we taught we like pri sch eng, but it;s like de way dey behave is damn innocent lah. like de way de gers flocked to wang hao n junwei n just grabbed dem. it;s like so pri sch days! haha...like so young n carefree n innocent..n dey r not fearful or shy or wad...hahah it;s damn funny.. we haf damn a lot of photos!: )&lt;br /&gt;yah n dey were damn enthu in our lessons..n dey all canlearn de dance damn fast lah!like college mass dance..i took forvere to learn...dey took like arnd half an hr dey can danceady?! alamak!!!!!n dey absolutely loved de butt shaking part frm wild wild west.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;actually i dunt hink i formed very strong bonds with the thai kids. as in i cld still rmb some of their faces n all tt.. but i dun think i'll ever see dem again or tok to dem or wad..i mean it was only 3 days..but they made n impact on my life n left some footprints..n dey did change some of de ways i viewed things..&lt;br /&gt;ok now i shall go on to de orphanage tt we visited on sat. t's a real eye opener. de kids looked reeally poor thing. as in their clothes were really qt not v nice. de first thing i saw dem, i felt like hitting myself against de wall for losing de shorts for dem. even de day b4 de orphange, i was still thinking, aiyah lose de shorts nvm one lah. no big deal actually. until i saw dem. seriously i felt like banging myself. like i m so damn mean lah, argh. yah so anw we performed for dem. n maybe dey were a bit zonked out coz we were singing songs in language foreign to dem. i mean like if u sing me spansih songs now, i';ll prolly appreciate it, or try to. but when i was 6 or 7, i'll jsut go n slp. haha..so i dun blame dem lah: ) and den after performance, we took pics wif dem. dey LOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEDDD playing wif cameras..hah dey were damn cute: ) ok, incase ppl start to be mistaken, de orphange has old kids all de way up to 20 plus too, but it seemed like de young kids r de majority.&lt;br /&gt;ok so anw after a while, we went to de open space of the orphange to play wif de kids.. while i was just standing arnd, this young boy came to me n spoke to me in thai..den i din understand him. so basically we were using sign language n bi shou hua jiao-ing. den i found out tt he was inviting me to go fly kites wif him n his frens. i tell u de kite tt dey were flying is DAMNNNNNNNNNNN high in de sky. like really so high it'll touch heaven or smth. it's really v high. n dey r just like 4 or 5 or 6 yr olds? dey r so pro!!!! n de boy taught me how to hold de reels n everything..n coz it was me, de kite started to fly down after a while.. hah..i felt SO BAD LAH...like it was so high n it flew down.. den when it came down i saw tt de kite was actually a makeshift one..like it's homemade by newspapersn sticks.. den i thought of my kite at home..it's like made of nice colourful cloth, handmade by some professional, nice material, nice design of an eagle, and big. n i haf never touched it b4.my mum boughtit for my siblings n i, n i dun think we ever played wif it. i dun even know where it is now. it;s probably lost somewhere. den i just felt so touched. as in , de kids dun haf much, so dey make do wif a not so gd kite. but dey r so happy wif it. n deir not so gd kite n actually fly so very high. (for those who were in ocip, it's a bit like grp one's crumpled paper plane..haha) n de kids didnt blameme for causing de kite to drop down. dey just tried to fly it up again.den junwei came to help, but de kite nv flew up anymore. : ( den i got damn tired, n being lazy i just sat on de grass to stone. haha&lt;br /&gt;den this other boy came over to me. den he satrted tokking to me in thai..den i totally cldnt understand. i felt damn helpless. i was just like.stumped. den he tok for damn long..den i got qt scared..so i just like said qt softly"mai khao zhai"(which means"i dun understand" in eng)..den he din hear me so i repeated 10 times..den he cldnt catch it..maybe i dun haf de thai accent or wad i dunno..den finally i shouted "MAI KAO ZHAI!!!" den he "MAI KAO ZHAI?!!!!!!!" den he started jumping arnd n screaming..haha it was damn funny...if he were singaporean, he wld haf been saying"ALAMAK!"..haha.,so yah...den we were just like gesticulating to each other..haha den after a while this teenage boy came n ask me to play soccer wif dem..so i went to join he n his frens..nit;s de onewhole cricle kidns soccer..not de run on de field type of soccer.den i got qt uneasy..coz i was like de only ger?!den i saw junwei walking arnd so i just asked him to join us..hah seriously must thank junwei, coz somehow he always managed to help me out of awkward situations..(like dancing wif new n all tt..haha) anw soccer was qt fun lah,just not used to kicking a ball wif so many guys. yah dne after a while iw ent to join de soccer match. spore vs thai. we were so bad de nice ppl in thailand had to "lend" us one of their better players n we still lost. hha aanw it was gd fun lah: )&lt;br /&gt;while we were playing soccer, de other ppl were hafing fun piggy-backingde younger kids arnd..dey were hafing damn a lot of fun..de kids were really happy: ) den b4 we left, this young boy came up to cheng n gave her this keychain thingy. n he told her in thai"this is for my sis". seriosuly de sight was damn touching. de keychain is like qt dirty n old. n tt boy still gaf it to cheng. it's prob like one of de little things tt he has. n he gaf it wif so much pride. which means tt it';s prolly one of his best possessions, n he's gifin it to cheng, his sis. he has ady treated her as a family lah. it's liek he dosenhaf much, but he;s still willing to give.&lt;br /&gt;yah..so tt was de orphange. den we went to this rehab centre on sun. de main thing abt de rehab centres r de guys who dressed like gers to cheer on de thai vs spore soccer match lah. dey were like damn gay. so feminine dey put cleopatra to shame lah. but it was really qt gross to see guys heavily made up n sashaying about. n dey were like in dresses n this guy was happily flashing his legs n chest..like omg..seriously? somemore he's like stick thin i was really qt grossed out lah.. but i think dey r qt proud of tt culture.it was really a culture shock for me..u do this in spore, u'll prolly be sued for indecency lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;another impt thing abt ocip is tt it brought me new, true frens. jilyn asked me"how do u know if dey r true?"(or smth to tt extent) n seriously i din really knwo how to answer. i just know. i guessome things, u dun really need to say much or explain much, u just know. : ) group1 rox!!!!!yay!!!! lard gang plus one!! haha..seriously, i m damn happy, elated, jocund, overjoyed to know these ppl!: ) hahah..dey r such strong pillars of supprt n great sources of fun n entertainment. frm de sarawoot plot to the aaron loves heidi scandal to the lard fettish to the asshole daidee all night long to the junwei was my p1 classmate!!!! to de tell xh that junwei is her angel n den try n make her guess david..hahah..n de mtvs n de stupid aaron trying to kick me out of my director post..haha...&lt;br /&gt;o! n on de flight to thai, i sat next to aubrey aaron qibo, n although it was de first time we ever tokked to each other, we act tokked for whole 2 hrs n tokked qt a lot. it was really qt memorable. coz how often do u sit nxt to a stranger on a plane n start telling him abt stuff u only tell close frens. haha. yup, even though we din really tok throughout de erst of de trip, except when he niaos me abt everything, it's gd to know tt we had a pair of trust: )&lt;br /&gt;ok...act i haf so much other nitty gritty stuff to say abt thai..like how my contacts was broken, n i wore cheng's den at de airport i realise di was only wearing one side..n how i always only rmb tt i forgot to combmy hair b4 i go to slp...n how i locked heidi n chengs out of de hotel room..hahha.. yah...butanw dun be too luo soh..thai trip rox lah..it's really one heck of an experience!: ) i shall try n post up pics some other time when aaronwongxuanmingp passes me de dvds or vcds or cds or wadeva wif cde photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113319699056171399?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113319699056171399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113319699056171399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/11/heyppl-i-just-came-back-frm-thailand.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113162686012857235</id><published>2005-11-10T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:31:58.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes ppl r just soooooooooooo happy ti start to wonder if they are really truly happy. it's like how can they be so happy? erm over nuthing?! ok, mebbe dey r just very superly eaisly contented ppl. but it's like a bit weird huh. i mean, u just wake up n start bouncing arnd?! mebbe the happiness is just a facade. mebbe they dun even know that they r putting on a mask demselves because the mask is like stuck to them. dey dun even haf a choice of whether they wanna wear the mask or not. i dunno. mebbe i m just being cynical. haha. dunno just a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile im just glad that pw is over. done with op today. just finished my op. farewell to pw and all thy cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113162686012857235?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113162686012857235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113162686012857235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-ppl-r-just-soooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113161415661774790</id><published>2005-11-10T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T17:15:56.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes the time is so right says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the time is so right says:&lt;br /&gt;haf u checked the email sentby ms lum arh&lt;br /&gt;((: __ haydee* apple crumble [[ifihadnothingbutyouididstillhaveeverything]] says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the time is so right says:&lt;br /&gt;har?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the time is so right says:&lt;br /&gt;are we leaving on 15 or 16?&lt;br /&gt;((: __ haydee* apple crumble [[ifihadnothingbutyouididstillhaveeverything]] says:&lt;br /&gt;16 wad i tot&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the time is so right says:&lt;br /&gt;16~~??~!!!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the time is so right says:&lt;br /&gt;alamak i kept thinking it';s 15&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the time is so right says:&lt;br /&gt;gah&lt;br /&gt;((: __ haydee* apple crumble [[ifihadnothingbutyouididstillhaveeverything]] says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah 16&lt;br /&gt;((: __ haydee* apple crumble [[ifihadnothingbutyouididstillhaveeverything]] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;((: __ haydee* apple crumble [[ifihadnothingbutyouididstillhaveeverything]] says:&lt;br /&gt;stupid u&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the time is so right says:&lt;br /&gt;wah lao&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the time is so right says:&lt;br /&gt;cheat my feelings lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok seriously i feel damn cheated..ive always thought we were leaving on 15/11!!!! n i cancelled all my initial plans for 15 lah!!!! n i told everyone im leaving on 15!!!! ok at firsdt i tot we leaving on 17, den after ms lum gaf us this pc of paper, i rmbed it as 15....BUT IT'S 16!!!!!!!!!!!alamak..now i tell my mum, she'll like laf until her head roll off lah.. n when she tells my dad my dad will wonder why his daughter is so blur...bwagh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113161415661774790?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113161415661774790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113161415661774790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-time-is-so-right-says-hey_10.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113125271026558644</id><published>2005-11-06T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T12:51:50.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"it's kind of like this," Decker said:"you wake up in the middle of the night and u are dyng for a glass of milk. so you stumble out of bed, stud your toe in the darkness, scream with pain, and limp your way to the refrigerator. you open in up and the light is brilliant. u're saved. then u fold back the paper container, open up the milk, take a deep breath, and put it to ur lips. only--&lt;em&gt;yhrch!-- &lt;/em&gt;the milk is spoiled. sure u;re bummed. u fold the thing closed and put itback in the fridge. it's dark again. but as ure making ur way back to ur lonely old bed, u think to urself, wait a min, maybe tt milk wasnt so bad. n i am still thirsty? so u do an aboutface n go back to the fridge. the light warms u up again. u take a sip n, yup, it's still spoiled. tt, to me, is the fitting metaphor for most every relationship i've ever been in. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this frm ethan hawke's book,"the hottest state". thought it was quite insightful n rather apt. haha. anw i just put it here coz i gotta return the bk n it'll be such a pity if i forget this cute analogy. haha. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113125271026558644?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113125271026558644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113125271026558644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-kind-of-like-this-decker-saidyou.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113118372086957447</id><published>2005-11-05T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T17:42:00.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;i tell you&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;you must let me be your bridesmaid if i not married yet ok&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a bridesmaid&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;i've never been a bridesmaid b4!!!!&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;i wan to haf a pretty wedding&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;thanku v much&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;so pretty bridesmaid!&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;which is&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;not u&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;who else but tay yan ling!&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;aa&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;HOI&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha ok lah!&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;i wan a president scholar as my bridesmaid lah&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;nxt time my kids damn smart&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;really can be president scholar lahh!&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;if i president scholar&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;i treat you eat hilton&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;U SAY ONE ARH!&lt;br /&gt;it's not me. wooly wolly says:&lt;br /&gt;ok set&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;i shall rmb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113118372086957447?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113118372086957447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113118372086957447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-not-me.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113118332831279726</id><published>2005-11-05T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T17:35:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;heya!&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking we shd go out for lunch or smth one of these days!&lt;br /&gt;christine says:&lt;br /&gt;are you sure you're talking to the right person? o_O&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;o no!&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;almak!&lt;br /&gt;christine says:&lt;br /&gt;haha blur&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;toss the dice! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhaah&lt;br /&gt;christine says:&lt;br /&gt;haha it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how blur i m lah. i always sms de wrong person. or call de wrong person. n now i msn de wrong person.alamak.mebbe even 10 hrs of slp is not enuf. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113118332831279726?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113118332831279726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113118332831279726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/11/toss-dice-says-heya-toss-dice-says-i.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113111285295440058</id><published>2005-11-04T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:00:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these 2 days r veryy happy days!!! hahah i dunno i always end de days v happily..haha ...i dunno y!!! i think i must thank ystd--the being wif me day...i felt damn shiok being wif myself de whole day!i m such good company!haha..n i felt at peace wif myself... wifout thinking, i thought things thru. as in i feel that everything has been sorted out now. n i m clearer of wad i really feel n think. n i kan kai everything ady...haha..: ) yah...n i felt super comfortable wif myself..n i like being in my own skin...ok this is starting to sound a bit like an expressions ad.."discover the new u!be comfortable in ur own skin!"haha yah...anw a cheaper alternative is just to go shopping in a super crowded place alone... act it;s ok if it';s not crowded i think..but it'smore fun if it's crowded..hahah...yah den buy ppl presents..den after tt go for a swim in de tchs pool...feel damn shiok after tt...hahah...just rmb to being ur"entry pass"to the pool which in layman term means a hc shirt. de stupid lifeguard make me so confused lah...he kept asking me for entry pass n i was like "i dun haf!!where to make!!how to make!1how!!!can i like make now?" den at de end of de whole conversation he decides to tell me it';s actually a hc t shirt. HELLO?!ok anw i feel damn shuang now..hahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113111285295440058?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113111285295440058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113111285295440058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/11/these-2-days-r-veryy-happy-days-hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113085639541263683</id><published>2005-11-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:46:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiyah i m so bored i m like dng stupid online quizzes like "what hat r u?" n "are u a bitch" haha. it's like bleah. it;s deepavali! shdnt i be celebrating wif some indian frens or smth&gt;? ahah..i haf only like 2 indian frens? haha..tt's like how sad lah..de most ironic thing is i live in singapore,a multiracial society, n half of my indian frens is in uk. haha..like yah...&lt;br /&gt;n my husband is not easing my boredom! bleah n i must rmb to ask my mum for money later. gng broke.&lt;br /&gt;anw de past 2 days we had class chalet n den this slpover at my place.&lt;br /&gt;class chalet was fun:) first thing we did was to go cycling. hafnt cycled for yrs. n even if i did in de past few yrs, i hafnt cycled as quickly n happily as i did ystd coz of de trauma of falling into a drain n like gettign scrathes n everything all over. den we had bbq.. n yongxian yanting chlo n i were gambling . haha de rest were cooking. in order to redeem myslef. i went to cook a few marshmallows later. haha at leats got cook a bit. haha.. n dey were damn nice lah. yumyum. den we played ps. i was qt pro lorh. dfe digimon game was qt fun. i just kpt using de yellow thing tt gives off green gas. haha.. n den we played this ninja turtle game hahah...we were all like trying to jumpt over stuff n all tt. o den after tt some of us went to de beach. n i saw a SHOOITNG STAR!:) n i made a wish. act i think if it comes true it'll really be miraculous. so see if it comes true n see if de shooting starts will make ur wish come true thing works,. hahha.. only der koon n i saw it lah! haha tok about fate man.:P (upon reading this, xiang is supposed to be jealous)haha..o den we had fun singing all de sapping love songs n some other random songs. haha.. it was really ncie just to chill out. den after tt we went back n found tt all de beds were taken up so we went to slp by de pool. n coz it;s damn hard i decided not to slp instead. haha. n derkoon oso cannot slp! den we went to walk this foot reflexogy stones path thingy. was painful but qt shiok after tt. den yong xian joined us n he was screaming like siao. haha. den in de morn i stole like a hr slp on de bed. haha. was dead tired. first time i din slp de entire ngiht lah. i always made sure i haf at least a few hrs of slp lorh.&lt;br /&gt;den after de chalet cheng yan chen sher n weeleng came to my place. we weeleng went for training. de rest of us had a trashing out session. it was gd actually. coz we like trahsed everything out. it's like rubbish bin rite. got too much rubbish so u just gotta throw dem away one day. or else it'll start to fill up n it might burst or attract houseflies n stink or smth. ok a rubbish bin is not a v gd analogy actually.. but yah..smth liddat. den we had our slpover. watched movies. the wedding date was really horrible. 1. de ger is not chio. 2. she is flat. 3. de guy is not cute except for his hot bod. 4. de story's plot is like ARGH. typical. i mean like if ur plot is no gd, if it's funny it's still ok. or if u haf ppl who can act it;s not tt bad. or worse coems to worse, everything sucks, u shd at least haf gd looking actors lah. like pls? so basically i fell aslp halfway thru de movie. n de firstt ime i woke up, dey were watching love me if u dare. i saw tt it was french n went back to slp. haha. de secodn time i woke up was in de morn. haha in time for breakfast. hahah.s we watched b4 sunset.&lt;br /&gt;it is damn good. pls go watch it. de ending is a bit like wth? but it's still gd. like it has NO plot, but dey haf really gd actors. n ethan hawke is like so freaking cute? i shal add him on my ewan mcgregor list. haha. anw,just to sidetrack, it think ive grown out of brad pitt. haha. there's this new hongkie actor who's qt cute i cant rmb his name. haha. anw b4 sunrise is just really gd. it's v thought provoking, n touching. yup.&lt;br /&gt;o dena fter dey went home, i watched love me if u dare wif my sis. haha. it's qt interesting. as in de concept. but a bit morbid. ok. VERy morbid. so yah. imagine like wad. being buried in cement wif ur guy? id rather like erm marry him or smth. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113085639541263683?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113085639541263683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113085639541263683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/11/haiyah-i-m-so-bored-i-m-like-dng.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-113085454832329541</id><published>2005-11-01T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:15:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Eros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/eros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about the passion!&lt;br /&gt;And chances are, you're currently in love.&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong physical response to love...&lt;br /&gt;And you are great at committing&lt;br /&gt;(As long as the person makes your toes curl!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-113085454832329541?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113085454832329541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/113085454832329541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-love-style-is-eros-for-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112997857098173340</id><published>2005-10-22T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:56:10.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if I kissed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;Would fireworks fly&lt;br /&gt;Would angels sing with lollipops&lt;br /&gt;Would dinosaurs cry&lt;br /&gt;Would babies all gurgle in laughter and surprise&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;What would michelangelo say&lt;br /&gt;Would he still have sculpted David&lt;br /&gt;Would we be immortalised in clay&lt;br /&gt;Would the poets write of love like ours&lt;br /&gt;Would John Donne have his say&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one for me&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i'll never know if i never try&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to grab you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;and kiss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;Would you lose track of time&lt;br /&gt;Would you feel a surge of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Running up your spine&lt;br /&gt;Would you run naked in the street&lt;br /&gt;with a tattoo of my name on your behind&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;oh, If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;yeah, if i kissed you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112997857098173340?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112997857098173340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112997857098173340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-i-kissed-you-if-i-kissed-you-would.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112991628213754162</id><published>2005-10-22T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T01:38:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i m so important to my mum i drove her to depression when i was young. n she loves me so much she cried because of me like dunno how many times b4. sumtimes i feel like i m drowning in her sea of love.sumtimes i feel like im such a lousy daughter. but den again, i cant really help it. it's just like, id unno, i dun really like to care about stuff she cares about.andi must admit, i m really not her type of daughter. i have a mind of my own. she wans this hardworking, smart, OBEDIENT, RESPONSIBLE,will listen to her, dun really like to go shopping n waste money daughter. but like i m not perfect! ok anw, tt's besides the pt.she wans a daughetr like tt. but even though i m not like tt, she still loves me all the same. in fact, i think she loves me so much she compromised on some of her principles for me. and she's like so afraid tt i wld suffer. n she like wans the best for me. n she pampers me like anything. like i rmb tt time we were on a plane n i was bored n i wanted to play poker cards. de dumb flight attendant took forever. n she ended up arguing wif tt person. i mean, it's just a pack of cards, but like she ended up scolding tt person. haha. n like i dunno. when i forgot to bring my bag to sch in presch. ahha ok i was really dumb. she delivered it all de way to my sch. den like aiyah basically she gives me wadeva i wan(i mean not always when it comes to shopping). but yah, i usually get my way. like even in arguments wif her, i know i'll win in de end. coz she loves me too much. sometimes it's like i haf power over her coz she loves me so much? n like today i made her so worried she cried:( n went to this run down hut or wadeva shit u call it IN DE DARK at 12 am in de morn to look for me:S a bit drama lah..but she really cares.yah n she tolerates wif me, or try to, whenever i m pissed or wad.. esp when i m stressed. n like sumtiems i can get really irritating but she's still nice n all. argh i feel damn bad. yah, basically, it hink if anything happens to me, she'll just like die. o yah, n she's always dere when i m hafing my killer cramps. like she'll ask me to slp den she'll liek help me rub n everything for like 3 hrs until i fall aslp den she slps. tt kinda thing. n she trusts me qt a lot. n she's ok wif bfs n everything. n she toks to me about guys. haha. i think she loves me even more den i love myself lah. i mean i was really qt touched by wad she did today. i mean like she's realy v brave to do wad she did, but she was probably driven to do wad she did out of her love. haiz. i shall try to be a better daughter. n i was thinking, since she loves me so much, i shd love myself more. n stop deprecating myself n place my affections n efforts on unworthy ppl. n if i waste my time n emotions on unecessary things n ppl,i'll be insulting her love! coz it's like she loves me so much, den i go n love some other lousy ppl. aiyah. i think most ppl wun get wad i m talking about lah. but yah. anw joanne said smth like "ying wei ni wo gen ai wo zi ji". applies to my mum n me. heh. anw i will try n be less selfish. yah ok mission be a gd daugther commences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112991628213754162?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112991628213754162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112991628213754162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-m-so-important-to-my-mum-i-drove-her.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112947501683546858</id><published>2005-10-16T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:03:36.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. zihan says i m becoming more cheem. mebbe i shd start using less brains. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112947501683546858?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112947501683546858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112947501683546858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112938653001005940</id><published>2005-10-15T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:28:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's like listening to a really nice song, and then it suddenly gets cut off. and u want the music to go back again. but u dont know if it would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112938653001005940?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112938653001005940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112938653001005940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-like-listening-to-really-nice-song.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112938504305629981</id><published>2005-10-15T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:04:03.063+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/13050106-112938504305629981?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112938504305629981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112938504305629981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112904540327333834</id><published>2005-10-11T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:43:23.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's funny how ppl change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. was like surfing blogs..den got linked to tons of ppl i hafnt been tokking to for a long time..n u realise tt after being non-existent in their lives for like half their lives, u suddenly realise de drastic change. i mean, mebbe if i was in their lives all along, i wldnt really detect anything significant..but like suddenly i see or tok to dem again, den reality strikes me..like WOW...change so much arh...anw wad m i tokking about..i dunnoo..i always feel like i m damn incoherent when i m blogging..coz it's like tokking to myself..like tokking my thoughts..instead of thinking my thoughts..i mean like instead of being in de brains, it;s now like..erm typed out.. i dunno lah..argh ok wadeva..&lt;br /&gt;anw, i was thinking, lit has made me a more cynical person..especially gothic lit.. like all my previous mindsets about life ahs changed..ive changed qt a bit over de yrs i think..aiyah..but tt's qt duh.. yah..like so far de only bks tt hasnt made me more cynical care 12th night n little prince..which is y i like dem so much..o yah..n our town..sriously..it's like a plotless book..n i slept a zillion times while reading it..but at d end i still cried... hah..anw i think my tears r getting more worthless..it's a bit weird..coz de older i get de more i cry...mebbe it';s just coz i get to learn more n more about life's misery..or mebbe coz my tears r really getting cheaper..hah..n i was watching mona lisa smile vcd.n i din like de show AT ALL. it was such a grave dissapointment. n yet, i still cried in de end. de after tt im still like it's a lousy show. n it made me pissed. i felt like i wasted my time watching it. tt's de prob wif watching movies lah. if it;s not gd u get damn gekked, n instead of deriving entertainment, u derive displeasure .. anw i was thinking i shd go get a nice bk tt i can read over de post promos period..rmb last yr i was reading nicholas sparks's crap i forgot de name of de bk..o yah..de notebook..but i can still rmb de plot qt well..haha.. yah..i creid like siao..n for days..n i was immensely touched...it's this kinda bks tt give u more hope in life, but at de same time, remind u tt fairy tales dun exist..anw i think sparks is damn gd wif words..it;s like he puts a few simple words tog to form a phrase n u just feel this whole surge of different emotions upon reading dem..n he said tt lit cannot be analysed..it has to be felt..i think tt's wad he meant, when u read smth n just feel so much w/o knowing why...&lt;br /&gt;i think ive been rambling qt a bit.heh.&lt;br /&gt;o anw post promos period is damn fun... went out wif 4/3'04 ppl, jilyn, lian, xiutang, huibin, tai tai.. heh..i feel like part of jilyn's class lah... haha...o n sharon!!! we even had a slpover! it was like girl talk n all night thru(ok morning) it was damn sweet..hahah...im gng for fest of sports tmr..better be gd..haha..anw i;m happy de way things r now..but den agian, being human, dere is always this thing in me tt tells me things cld be better..haha..so i hope things go well..despite everything, i still bel;ieve in de goodness of Man.. haha...ok i read smth like tt frm sum famous person sopmewhere b4..so i m kinda rephrasing it a bit..i shall continue to bliff in de goodness of an despite being bombarded by so many new discoveries about de bad stuff...life is beautiful:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112904540327333834?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112895659985092630?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112895659985092630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112895659985092630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-multiple-realities-exist-den-by.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112870206125492146</id><published>2005-10-08T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:21:01.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i can finally get my life back : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112870206125492146?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112870206125492146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112870206125492146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay-i-can-finally-get-my-life-back.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112687607713028204</id><published>2005-09-16T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:07:57.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ride your bicycle,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the times you have.&lt;br /&gt;remember the days&lt;br /&gt;when youcan ride on and on&lt;br /&gt;free and easy&lt;br /&gt;happy and carefree.&lt;br /&gt;one day you will&lt;br /&gt;look back and muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least i was once simply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112687607713028204?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112687607713028204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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get out of bed today or get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;Ijust can’t seem to find a way to leave the love behind&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tripping, &lt;em&gt;I’m just missing you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I’m saying, you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;You kept me hanging from a string, &lt;em&gt;why'd you make me cry? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give you everything, but you just gave me lies&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tripping, &lt;em&gt;I’m just missing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I’m saying, you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;yeah &lt;em&gt;Every now and then when I’m all alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be wishing you would call me on the telephone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And say you want me back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you never do I feel like such a fool,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there’s nothing I can do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m such a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I can’t take it, what am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart's still breaking, I miss you even more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t fake it, the way I could before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you, but I love you I can’t stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It’s true,&lt;em&gt; I’m stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Now, love's a broken record that’s been skipping in my head&lt;br /&gt;I keep singing yesterday, &lt;em&gt;why we gatta play these games we play?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tripping,&lt;em&gt; I’m just missing&lt;/em&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;You know what I’m saying, you know what I mean yeah&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then when I’m all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wishing you would call me on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;And say you want me back but you never do&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a fool&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take it what am I waiting for&lt;br /&gt;My heart's still breaking, I miss you even more&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t fake it the way, the way I could before&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop thinkin’ of you&lt;br /&gt;It’s true, I’m stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then when I’m all alone&lt;br /&gt;I be wishing you would call me on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;And say you want me back, but you never do&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a fool, there’s nothing I can do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m such a fool for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take it what am I waiting for&lt;br /&gt;My heart's still breaking, I miss you even more&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t fake it, the way I could before&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m stuck on you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112637242779088404?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;3. guys dun care if their guys dun wait for dem in de toilet or canteen or wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;4. girls gossip.guys gossip MORE.&lt;br /&gt;5. guys think being bald is cool.&lt;br /&gt;6. o yah..guys love dota.. dey enjoy like shooting imaginary things at non-existent monsters. seriously i.dun.understand.why.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;lip thru the pages of ur life... says:&lt;br /&gt;guys are all dirty-minded creatures&lt;br /&gt;...flip thru the pages of ur life... says:&lt;br /&gt;no matter how demure they look on the outside&lt;br /&gt;(quoted frm a guy)&lt;br /&gt;girls prefer to think about erm innocent stuff.&lt;br /&gt;8. guys laugh over freaky friday.girls(ok it's just me) cry over freaky friday.&lt;br /&gt;9. they like werid stuff like sports cars n planes n dey like know everythingabout dem. even the petrol they use. girls prefer barbie dolls.&lt;br /&gt;10. - i cant think ady-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>eh now yan asks me to update..n i m updating..y m i such a nice n subservient fren? haha.. anw i haf been hafing "heavy" dream for 2 nights straight.. which explains my crappy mood swings n weariness n dark eye circles... pheng hui says i look gothic..hahha..like wadeva? haha./.. anwmy drems r damn interesting..i think i can like just write story bks based on my dreams n make big bucks n quit sch lah..&lt;br /&gt;dream on night 1:&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt tt for some weird reason there's like a golden brand of pork ribs n bronze brand of pork ribs..n my mum gaf me bronze n my sis gold!!??&lt;br /&gt;n den there was magi mee..she gaf my sis curry flavour which is likle my fav flavour!!!n she gaf me some weirdo plain flavoured magi mee??!!!! like boo?!! (ok i think i dreamt of curry flavoured magi mee coz i was hafing dem at my cous's place..damn yummy..haha)&lt;br /&gt;den i dreamt tt she got wad fresh orange juice i n got dunno wad lousy orange juice..basically my mum was just being irriatting n i was DAMN PISSED....cliched as it may sounds..no words cld describe the wrath i felt in my dream lah...i was so pissed i started knocking things dopwn n being pissed...n my parents were trying to come up wif some lame excuses for their obvious favourtism(n how do u spell de word?)..even after i woke up i was still pissed wif my mum lah...(BLURRING OF BOUNDARIES BETWEEN DREAMS N REALITY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;damnit i feel like gothic lit is really dng smth to my life... hotel de dreame is such a "influential" bk i m influenced by it after i finished reading it like a few mths ago..&lt;br /&gt;yah so anw, like wad most gothic writers love to do...i haf rationalised my dream..i was prob just hungry n pissed wif my mum for making me teach my sis some nonsensical stuff in de evening..haha&lt;br /&gt;night 2:&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt tt i was einstien..yesh...is tt how u spell his name? i cant eevn spell my name...i think einstein is my alter ego..he's everything tt i wanna be but i cant..like i wanna be smart n haf a lot of white hair n look likev some kuku..haha..so anw i, being en\instein, was somehow stuck in WW2 and ppl were trying to kill me coz i m too smart..haha..yah...so i m trying to project out my alter ego by getting rid of him frm my subconciousness.... i dunno if this is considered as repression or suppression..coz i dunno if i m making a concious effort to get rid of my aletr ego..anw..i think most ppl wil,l think i m losing my brain n merely crapping by now..yah..gothic is all about de loss of sanity n reign of madness.say yay!&lt;br /&gt;o n other stupid dreams i dreamt of include...weimar republic vs hitler in sch during swimming lessons.. leekuanyew n gohchoktong offering to lend me their houses for my 16th bdae..haha..anw i think a lot of ppl will be reading my blog now..coz i added "leekuan yew" n "goh chok tong".. and so when ppl search for their names, dey will be directed to my blog, thinking it;s some political website or smth..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... so yah... i hafnt been slping well!!!crappo..i shall like try n slp well tonight...yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112541399799066274?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112541399799066274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112541399799066274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/08/eh-now-yan-asks-me-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112446328754948831</id><published>2005-08-19T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:54:47.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since chen says i shd update, i shall assume tt my blog entires r of high entertainment value n r inspiring n erm good! hehe&lt;br /&gt;anw, today i had a hot date wif xiang before school. i mean we din go after school coz we skipped de last few lessons. so if we din go after sch, we went before sch. anw tt's really out of pt. so anw we went to sixth ave centre for starbucks. n becoz we r so lucky ny gers r hafing x-country today n venezia is upgrading, ny gers basicaly invaded the whole starbucks. I told xiang we shd haf went to the READING ROOM!!!!!but ok, so she dun wan to see..so anything..hahah..she's scared she get caught in school..but latyer she oso get caught out of sch..so actually there's no diff.. so anw we went to holland v's starbucks..den essential brews..yah norm stuff..tokked mugged drink .erm wen toilet..tokked to some ang moh guy who started asking about xiang's lit text n wincing at my math stuff..haha.. den wad arh..yah liddat...so anw conclusion is: we should go to the READING ROOM!..&lt;br /&gt;ok so anw i rmb xiang n i were toking about wad arh..o yah..JERKS....so anw, since pheng hui has de theory of duno wad dunno wad for game cards, n einstien(or is it newton? i dun ever seem to get dem rite)  has his law of relativity..i m gng to haf a law of jerks.. assuming tt all jerks r guys, jerks are nice ppl. it's really a paradox. it's like they are nice, that's y dey can be mean. i mean like if dey r not nice, gers will not even be bothered about dem. it's because dey r nice, so gers like dem n because gers like dem, dey can den be mean to gers. n dey can do stuff tt will hurt gers. like if dey r just plain dumb n not nice, dey cant really break de heart of gers coz gers wun feel anything for dem! yah..n of coz dey r usually cute lah..coz dey noe dey r cute..so dey exploittheir gift..n gers hoo haa overd em coz dey r cute, which makes it easy for dem to manipulate gers,,ok..i know i m supposed to gif real life examples since econs teachers say so...but i wun lah.. abit bad to call ppl jerks..haha...&lt;br /&gt;anw yah..i thik dere r of coz some exceptions lah..coz like any other theories, there r exceptions lah..like some guys just haf de luck to be jerks..dey r not nice N not cute...but dey can still make gers cry..so yah..&lt;br /&gt;ya anw my cousin just called me. n guess what?! no matter how many time si try to answer de phonecall, i cant ! my darling mum who's like so scared  of everything has decided tt she will not only lock our doors she will lock our house phones!!my phone has been locked!! like wadeva?!! so i had to get my bro to unlock it..like wth lah...argh...wad's she gng to lock tmr...  de cookie jar?&lt;br /&gt;o yah! and another thing! most jerks dunno tt dey r jerks!!! like dey think dey r nice n all!! but dey r unaware of deir bastard-cy... like i mean ppl wun really go arnd thinking..hey im a jerk coz i blah blah blah..esp guys coz dey r ego...dey will most prob go..i blah blah blah BUT it's because blah blah blah...n dey happily fnd excuses to free themselves of de guilt..in fact, they r so used to cooking up excuses to themselves tt dey dun even know wadeva reasons dey r cooking up r just excuses..it's like dey r living in self denial, thinking tt dey haf done de right thing. but deep down dey know tt's not de case like for eg, some jerkswill prob go like i m breaking up wif this ger because i dun haf enuf time for her. studies, cca, frens lah lah lah...they will tell tehir frens tt..worse still, deymight make themselves sound so altruistic..i dun wan her to wait for me..i dun wan to see her suffer aiyah all those melodramatic crap..&lt;br /&gt;but den after de break up, wah suddenly he has SO MUCH time for another ger. which means he is not mr busy after all! so his "i dun haf enuf time" wasjust an excuse. he just dosen like his gf anymore. face it!&lt;br /&gt;yah so anw de jerk remains un-jerk to himself n his frens..but to other ppl, he's reallly a jerk..so yah..&lt;br /&gt;anw i think i sound really qt crappy..so erm ok..i think my writing style is a bit gothic..like i haf terrible punctuation, terrible spelling..terrible grammar..like basically everything is just terrible..lucky thing this thing is typed..so there are none of my terrible handwriting... yah..mebbe i shd blog my next entry wif iambic pentameters..i'll haf nice pauses n run-on lines and shared lines...yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112446328754948831?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112446328754948831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112446328754948831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/08/since-chen-says-i-shd-update-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112392882292802556</id><published>2005-08-13T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T18:27:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 things u can do when u r bored:&lt;br /&gt;1. count the no. of toes on ur legs.&lt;br /&gt;2. sms any no. and start talking to that stranger.&lt;br /&gt;3. practise spelling ur name.&lt;br /&gt;4. start drawing stick figures.&lt;br /&gt;5. start a tone deaf club. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;6. look out for pink cars on the road.&lt;br /&gt;7. record the time taken for the green light to come up.&lt;br /&gt;8. name ur fingers.&lt;br /&gt;9. stone.&lt;br /&gt;10. blog about stupid things like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah im so bored i m gng crazy. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112392882292802556?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112392882292802556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112392882292802556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/08/10-things-u-can-do-when-u-r-bored-1.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112279281658798648</id><published>2005-07-31T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:53:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>end of 2 weeks : )&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of myself!!!: ) i kept my promise to me!! hahah im qt happy now..n i'm qt pleased with the way things r : ) things will work out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112279281658798648?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112279281658798648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112279281658798648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/07/end-of-2-weeks-im-so-proud-of-myself-i.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112194935658714649</id><published>2005-07-21T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:35:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haf fantabulous sweet lovely darling precious and all the good adjectives u can find frens.. sometimes i wonder what i haf done to deserve such good frens....or whether i deserve such frens....despite all tt crap in my life, i feel really blesssed. i wld have crumpled without all these ppl w\o arnd me..ppl who love me so much n whom i love a lot also..haha..ppl who wld come all the way down frm rj just to listen to me rant...all four of dem...even though ppl look at dem as though dey r invaders of some sorts,..haha..just because i m feeling sad..n as i m typing i m tearing..call me emotional call me wadeva u wan...ppl who wld let me throw peanuts at dem just to make me laff..ppl who wld miss three buses just for me..ppl who wld play hide n seek wif me at tchs...n kick the cones on de road wif me..hahahha...ppl who still care so much for me even though we r like a few thousand miles apart./..ppl who still think of me n miss me...ppl who make stupid phonecalls for me..ppl who dun slp the whole night(or half slp) just to listen to me complain...u all know who u r: )&lt;br /&gt;i have frens who compose music specially for me..fren who write poem for me..frens who hurt when dey see me hurt.... frens who really truly sincerely love me..so wad if i live in a  crappy world..dey make everything worthwhile...&lt;br /&gt;i have frens who light up my life..n let me see the light at the end of the tunnel...i love jilyn, xiang, huilian, jo,huibin,xiutang, chen, chlo, yan, sher..sounds really cliched but honestly, no words can express wadeva i m feeling now..they always say true frens r those who wld stand by u when times r bad...n i haf so many who wld be there for me!!! n dey dun even mind..in fact they WANT to be there for me..to lend me there shoulders..deir time.,.wad more can i ask for???i shd be happy..for myself..for those who carefor me..&lt;br /&gt;hahah..i haf a gd life...i just need to get over some crap first..2 weeks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112194935658714649?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112194935658714649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112194935658714649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-haf-fantabulous-sweet-lovely-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112159233690974316</id><published>2005-07-17T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:25:36.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love jo</title><content type='html'>Was a habit, now an addiction. says:&lt;br /&gt;girl, i know better than to wish to make big changes to the world, but if there's anything i want to leave behind, it's a message to people i love and care about that they are don't deserve the hurt and pain, and they are worth more than they like to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, jo rox. i really wan to thank u for being there for me. even though u r not in singapore n all tt, u still care so much for me!!:) i m serioously severely touched. to be honest, i nearly wept when i read tt. i was really v touched. i;m really really thankful for frens like u: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112159233690974316?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112159233690974316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112159233690974316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-jo.html' title='i love jo'/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112143904113943545</id><published>2005-07-15T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:50:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything was so happy n pretty.. the skies r blue n de waters r blue..hahah..ok sounds lame..anw just picture a v beautiful scene of a beach in de morning..nice weather..cool breezy.. green coconut trees..yah....den.&lt;br /&gt;TSUNAMI strikes...n u r caught unprepared. n u r washed into the waters..wad was blue n pretty is now engulfing u... trying to like erm eat u up n kill u? n suddenly u r like CRAP. wad happened? n the worst part is u dun even know what exactly happened.. but it happened anw..n u r like damnit... n u cnat even o anything about it..n u cldnt even see it coming..yes..there might be signs..like the weather grew colder..or it started drizzling abit...or smth...but the signs r like so not obvious..like hello? it cld be drizzling coz the clouds got too heavy n just had to let go of some water droplets? n so u took notice of de changes but din really care...n den tsunami came...gah..&lt;br /&gt;ok so anw u r like caught in de tsunami n u r like in de waters struggling for ur life. what do u do?&lt;br /&gt;1. try n find a wooden plank n just cling onto it until everything is over den throw the plank away. but tt's like so irresponsibl;e. u r just like making use of tt wooden plank!!! n de wooden plank might not help anw... it'll prolly just make u feel better n believe tt mebbe, just mebbe, u wun die.. it's like smth u use to dleude urself.&lt;br /&gt;2. scream. hello? heard of noise pollution? ppl might get irrtated n ur enighbours might not be happy. worse still. they might complain. or worse. u scream n noone hears u! everyone is caught up with his/her own life.&lt;br /&gt;3. ask whoever started tsunami to stop. yah right. like how?&lt;br /&gt;4. swim for ur life. but i i cant swim well!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. just like give up. and die. and know tt u died because u gaf up.&lt;br /&gt;ok so basically when u r in a tsunami. u r HELPLESS HOPELESS N DESOLATE. n yay. but, of course u know tt there r still frens n family who love u a lot.&lt;br /&gt;ok so my whole pt of saying wadeva i said about tsunami is to like describe the situation i';m in.  yay.it's called ANALOGY for ppl who dun know. happy figuring out wad everythingg means. haha.&lt;br /&gt;o yah anw. after tsunami ppl will like rebuild everything.. n hopefully things will go back to being pretty n nice..n de birds will satrt singing again. n tourists will come back.. n economy will pick up..yah.so hopefully everything will still be a happpy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112143904113943545?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112143904113943545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112143904113943545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/07/everything-was-so-happy-n-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112099575080735541</id><published>2005-07-10T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:23:39.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mulan*muackz*</title><content type='html'>went back to ny ystd n fri to help out as usher for mulan:D mulan rox lah!!!!!i m so super duper proud of our darling jnrs!!!!dey r so damn freaking gooodddd!!dey r damn zai!!!!!@@@@@ like super gd!!!!haha i m super proud of dem!!!!hahah n we were all so freaking high ystd night... jilyn, lian, xiang jan n i were just like being stupid in de audi after de performance..haha...it was damn fun...it all started when jilyn n i went to drink water n came back n started singing tt thing u do to de rest of dem...den we all started singing..&lt;em&gt;n u !doin tt thing u do!!breaking my heart into a million pcs...like u always do...lalalal..&lt;/em&gt;haha...n jilyn was super off pitch..haha n so were we lah..haha..den we sang bananarama's love in the first degree..&lt;br /&gt;den i saw us performing our syf pc n dancing around..haha...n i suddenly felt this sense of..i dunno...but it felt gd..haha...i rmbed how all of us trained so freaking hard n all..n arts fest when de night show was qt a flop but all of us managed to do a fantabulous job de nxt day for syf nonetheless..haha..i think i can still rmb my movements..n my monolouge..haha...&lt;em&gt;i rmb many yrs ago when i bought a swan in shanghai for a foolish sum..this bird. boasted the market vendor, was once a duck that stretched it's neck in hopes of becoming a goose, and now look! it's too beautiful to eat!&lt;/em&gt; haha...yah..my memory rox.. heh..n i rmb how i nearly fainted frm running 15 mins non stop arnd de hall..haha..n how we were made to bounce on rubber balls ..o n i rmbed playing touch rug!!! n tang was like "ask u to run dun wan to run..ask u to play u run so fast" haha...n i rmb how i was always called lan chong coz i dun push myself hard enuf..haha..owell..n tang is still calling me lan chong lah!haha...&lt;br /&gt;haha den after bananarama we sang ye lai xiang..haha tt was our sashaying song..i still rmb how all our feet haf to end JUST at the right time IN UNISON...for every single step we take..how we all had to walk in straight lines with our head tilted in such an angle tt if a book was on top, it wont fall down.n how we were all madeto SMILE n erm yah charm de audience..haha.. it was damn tough...esp when i haf no sense of rythm n i was standing at de side...i rmb i was always off beat..hahah...&lt;br /&gt;yah den wad did we sing after tt arh...erm...i want to hold ur hand!!!! den we repeat track n wentback to singing tt thing u do..haha...den we all sat on de stage n just kept singing when de rest of de club was sloggingout n clearing everything..haha..it was so much fun!!!! haha...we performing to like all de empty seats in de audi..i think all of us really miss performing..haha...so we were all damn excited when tang told us about our alumni pc..haha..&lt;br /&gt;o!!!!!n we made a THEATRE SONG!!!!! hahah......it's damn good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we love theatre, yes we do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gary tang he knows it too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;family, joy luck n alice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the-en mulan came along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're loving theatre(x3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;n theatre loves us too!:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it's to the tune of some song..i dunno wad song..hahah..&lt;br /&gt;o!n i went home n i was thinking...10good things about tcn gers:&lt;br /&gt;1. we can act.&lt;br /&gt;2.we can dance. even singapore's top notch dancers watch us.&lt;br /&gt;3. we can sing! (even if we cant,we dare to..haha)&lt;br /&gt;4. we can even spin our own song!&lt;br /&gt;5. we can fight! (yah, be careful!!!haha)&lt;br /&gt;6. we can write scripts.&lt;br /&gt;7. we r damn smart.haha. we get good results.(haha..look at my batch)&lt;br /&gt;8. we r fun!!! nothing is ever boring wif us around..&lt;br /&gt;9.we r not THAT dumb. look at pt. 7.&lt;br /&gt;10. we r good!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah yay!!! ok i m super proud of tcn!!i m damn happy i m part of the BIG thing in ny..haha...n i totally love tcn peeps..esp those who went back to usher..hahah,... ok i m totally obssessed..haha. butit's good:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112099575080735541?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112099575080735541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112099575080735541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/07/mulanmuackz.html' title='mulan*muackz*'/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112063268991172748</id><published>2005-07-06T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:04:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;a href=" /&gt;http://www.quizdiva.net/icecream/chocolate-chip.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font&lt;&gt;%20color="#000000"&gt;You are kind, popular, and generous.You tend to be successful at anything you try.A social butterfly, you are great at entertaining a crowd.You are most compatible with strawberry ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;eee strawberry ice creamm is my least favourite la..n it;s one of the few pink things i dun like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112063268991172748?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112063268991172748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112063268991172748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/07/hrefyou-are-chocolate-chip-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112063093640674771</id><published>2005-07-06T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:22:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i din go lit test today..haha..i got mc..ok..n b4 everybody goes like "eh y u pon  lit?" ,which is the most common response so far,i must clear my name!!! haha...everybody thinks i wan to pon lit lah!! but i'm REALLY sick..haha...as i told cheng, ppl shdnt doubt my integrity..y wld i pon lit test? esp when i love my lit teachers soooooooooo much? haha..&lt;br /&gt;ok so block tests r officially over for me anw!!so yay!!!!:D:D:D no more guilty shopping trips!! no more guilty tv watching!!no more guilty sleeping at 10pm!!! haha...yay!!!freedom!!!!! ok wadeva lah...i think we r getting back econs tmr.wantian just told me..so yay...&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cld be sick forever..haha...although it's qt physically uncomfortable..it's better den going thru mental hardships in sch...we seriously shd conserve our brain cells for better use...&lt;br /&gt;o yah n i m blogging coz i m sick n stuck at home wif nothing better to do..yay again..&lt;br /&gt;wah crap i feel like eating ice cream but i m supposed to be sick! alamak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112063093640674771?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112063093640674771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112063093640674771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-din-go-lit-test-today.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-112005475433783272</id><published>2005-06-29T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:19:14.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohhlala...ok i dunno wad to blog about but i dunno wad to do now..n i m so hungry!:P haha...dey always say ppl blog coz dey r sad n miserable...but i blog coz i m really bored..n i dun even know who will read lah..like wadeva...n i dunno how to like get a tagboard n plunk it on de blog coz i dunno how. haha n i must thank darling jilyn for helping me change my blog template such tt the html will not be all over de place..haha...ok anw i haf nuthing to say..yah..o n i think some ppl r really qt big mouth...n dey still like to pride demselves as gd secret keepers..like plssssss...argh...&lt;br /&gt;anw i think 12th night rox..haha..if i haf time i m gng to read de whole bk all over again..n it'll be like de erm..4th or 5th time reading it??? but this time i wldnt be reading it for o lvls..haha..i realised shakespeare is damn smart...he's super gd in telling us abt life...he rox lah...my darling sec 4 crush...i think i haf damn gd taste to like such a smart guy like him..haha..o!!!!n i'll appear so  smart n cultured if i can just like quote off shakespeare!!! hahah....like in sec4 heh...de only quote i rmb now is "so big to holdso much"haha.. i m so gng to dig out my 12th night bk one of these days..ok i think i sound liek this lit fanatic:s ok qt bad...i dun really like kotc but i seriously like 12th night..n shakespearean lang rox lah..too bad no more shakespeare in jc...&lt;br /&gt;ok...n i m rambling on again..haha..i shall go slp now!!! yay... i cant wait for block test to be over....den i can go shopping n watch movies..n slack arnd..n dun study...n just live life normally...o yah..n i can go dig out 12th night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-112005475433783272?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112005475433783272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/112005475433783272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/06/ohhlala.html' title=''/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-111839932019867558</id><published>2005-06-10T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:28:40.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>booooo i m terriblyyyy borrredd...i m online at like 5 50???? alamak...anw i shall blog abt our darlllllliinnnggg tcn gathering ystd night!! it was so much fun!!!! hahah..n it was a gd excuse for me to wear de skirt tt i;ve only wore once to some dinner function..haha...coz i know i can only wear it to formal events or when i;m wif tcn ppl coz basically i can wear anything wif dem lah..hahah....(yah, xiang, i can even wear just&lt;br /&gt; a coat wif u ppl:P) haha..&lt;br /&gt;yup, anw, as usual, i was late..heh...so basically i was at de entrance of cartel..when i saw these 3 gers taking pics..n immediately i was like "it's dem"..hahha...so i walked to dem n made my grand entrance n sat down n eveyone was fighting to take pics wif me!!:P hahah....yah den as usual, xiang was later den me, so she came last! hahah..wif her bomo, boho, (alamak i forgot tt word again!)o! i know!! bohemian!!! yah..wiof her bohemian get up...it was kinda chic..hahah ...den jilyn had this like big ribbon on her skirt...but it;s not pink! o! n i din haf a single touch of pink on me ystd lah!!!surprise!!!!heh eexcept mebbe my lips were errm red?haha..ok so anw we started tokking n ordering food....n i was nice so i volunteered to go get bread...n den xiang came to help me..n we suddenly felt the absence of jo!!! if she was here we wld be hafing some concoction of erm olive oil n xx suauce n vinegar to go wif our bread!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;yup so ane my order was 1st o come n i ordered spahgetti wif carbonara sauce wif a egg yolk!! haha....den stupid lian had to tempt me wif her grilled chicken which was like YUMMY.....ok, she din do tt on purpose lah..but i wanted her chicken!!!i shd haf ordered tt lah!!!! ok..mebbe it's just me..mebbe if i ordered chicken i wld haf wanted de spag instead..haha i tend to prefer other ppl's food..haha..coz it's not mine!!! ok n i think my eating habits extend to other stuff oso..hahah..&lt;br /&gt;yah den we were all eating n catching up...basically we were like comparing guys in rj n hc...haha...n i came to a conclusion tt dey r all weird...n jilyn n i came to a conclusion tt guys frm a certain sch a certain sport will nv make gd bfs..hahah..dey can only be frens...n jan was like in her smsing mood...busy smsing some erm guy.hahaha...yah n we were tokking about how proud we r of oursleves...coz of de legacy we left behind..hahah...tcn is now getting sponsors n all coz of us...because ppl take about one yr to decide tt dey wan to sponsor..hahah...we rox lah...:) yah but of coz we haf gd jnrs oso lah!!!o n i was hafing so much fun playing footsie wif xiang :P haha...&lt;br /&gt;basically, all of us were tokking n laffing n erm bitching:P hahah(n we were qt loud) hahah...n i think if zihan n der koon were dere dey wld go like " ATTACK OF THE CLONES!!!!!" haha....but who cares... we r clones of a super gd spieces lah..hahah..anw i think it;s just theatre gers to be expressive..haha..like if we wanna scream we scream.. if we wanna cry we cry...we wanna laff we laff. ..we just do it, n we dun really care...hahha... n act i think we r all qt similar...but different in our own ways oso...like jilyn is de bimbo who's bimboticc.. n lian is de blur queen who's blur..n xiang is de funny ger who says really funny stuff, tt's qt sarcastic sumtimes..haha...n jan is de erm...artistic n cute one..haha...n i m de nicenicenicenicenicenice n sociable ger who can tok v well to guys gers lesbians n gays...yah...i m gng to learn how to tok to dogs n cats later...hahah..&lt;br /&gt;n i think i haf fantabulous frens..haha...as in i was really happy last night...coz it's like...even though we r in different schs now(ok, act it;s just rj n hc) we r still so close!!!!n we can still gossip n tok like we used to do!!! n we r still so comfortable in each other's presence!!!n yah WE ALL LOVE XH!!! hahah..den i think of my other frens who r not frm tcn...like yan chen sher chlo ting... like frens who will always be dere for me n love me...hahah...i feel damn blessed...n sumtimes i';m qt scared some other part of my life wld be taken away coz i haf such wonderful frens...i dunno..choy touchwood...yah i m really really really happy..it's like i dunno how to say..but i feel v contented...&lt;br /&gt;a yr ago, i cld picture a scene of us,already in different jcs, gathering at our usual place, catching up n ger-talking,..haha..n i smiled...coz i just felt this sense of i dunno sisterly bond when i think about it..n i was rite! a yr later wadeva i imagined came thru!!! haha i think i can predict super well.... i'm pyschic!!! hahah...so nxt time u ppl better believe me when i say smth's gng to happen:P hahah...&lt;br /&gt;den after our dinner which was i think 2 or 3 hrs long...we went to do out tcn fav past time...neoprint-taking!~!!!!!!! hahaha...basicaly jilyn was screaming like crazy in de machine...n dere was one whole bunch of tj ppl outside..hahha...den b4 we left de machine i was like "eh!!! dun tell ppl we r frm rgs arh!!!"hahah..it was damn funny.. anw de pics look damn gd...:D haha..i l-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uhuh-uh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhv jilyn, xiang,lian jan..n of coz pq n jo(even though dey cldnt make it)!!!!tcn was like one of de best things tt has happened to me:) i dunno wad kinda person i'd be if not for tcn.haha..yay!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anw i haf to go for dinner now...i shall go get someone to change my blog template later coz i dunno how!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-111839932019867558?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/111839932019867558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/111839932019867558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/06/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-111780430738157831</id><published>2005-06-03T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:11:47.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you!!!!</title><content type='html'>i miss ny!!!!!!!!!!! omg!!!!i wld nv have tot tt i'd be saying this one yr ago!!i was wishing n praying tt i cld leave ny ASAP...n now!!!!i miss ny!!!i really really miss sec sch days...i miss theatre!!!! i miss de familiarity n homeliness.. n de ppl!!i think i even miss gary tang!!! o dear...basically i wish i cld turn back time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-111780430738157831?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/111780430738157831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/111780430738157831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you!!!!'/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-111700291879921192</id><published>2005-05-25T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T16:12:15.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for jilyn yeow to call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PHONE" target="_blank"&gt;phone&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=RING" target="_blank"&gt;ring&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for her to finally get &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for.i dunno what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the way u make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the way i need u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- and jilyn called. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will u ever stop the wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13050106-111700291879921192?l=xhrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/111700291879921192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13050106/posts/default/111700291879921192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xhrox.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>teo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14100150260787793266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13050106.post-111700247366688144</id><published>2005-05-25T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:27:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm waiting for jilyn yeow zhining to call me! 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