<?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-13945643</id><updated>2011-11-11T01:16:43.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thatblog.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6350070113269438268</id><published>2008-07-22T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:45:04.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;indefinite hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6350070113269438268?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6350070113269438268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6350070113269438268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6350070113269438268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6350070113269438268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/indefinite-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7858473108008813172</id><published>2008-07-19T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:04:11.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think we should strike a match and we'll hold it in the wind to see how long it lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7858473108008813172?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7858473108008813172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7858473108008813172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7858473108008813172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7858473108008813172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-we-should-strike-match-and-well.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-4586393416751197508</id><published>2008-07-16T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:05:29.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/SH396hZsc4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EhYIOJfn_dg/s1600-h/o_polly_gypsy_wagon_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/SH396hZsc4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EhYIOJfn_dg/s320/o_polly_gypsy_wagon_dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223610324660024194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo credit: ioffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really bored today so i dug out my polly pockets (the old ones, not the bloody ugly mattel ones that they're selling now) and well, took a good look at them. was actually intending to play with them actually (i was that bored) but my fingers have gotten too big for polly and i had a lot difficulty trying to make them stand. anyway, my point is, i miss the old polly pockets and if you (or your sister/girlfriend/mother) have any of them lying around in your house, could you please kindly donate them to me? i take better care of them now than i did back then, really. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-4586393416751197508?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4586393416751197508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=4586393416751197508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4586393416751197508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4586393416751197508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/photo-credit-ioffer-i-was-really-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/SH396hZsc4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EhYIOJfn_dg/s72-c/o_polly_gypsy_wagon_dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7955819362280514660</id><published>2008-07-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:05:29.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very unflattering angle and all, but still, i love fat cat very very very very very very very much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/SHTDuKGDeOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LM4yRirP2GM/s1600-h/08.05.08+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/SHTDuKGDeOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LM4yRirP2GM/s320/08.05.08+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221013065780394210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, please do sms/call/msn me randomly ok? i'm really bored at home and i could do with the company. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7955819362280514660?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7955819362280514660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7955819362280514660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7955819362280514660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7955819362280514660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-would-be-happiest-girl-on-earth-if.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/SHTDuKGDeOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LM4yRirP2GM/s72-c/08.05.08+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3941322418035556005</id><published>2008-07-05T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:19:52.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>googoogagagaaaaaaaaaaaaa. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3941322418035556005?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3941322418035556005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3941322418035556005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3941322418035556005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3941322418035556005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/googoogagagaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7393941026354828222</id><published>2008-06-30T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:05:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a good year for finals thus far. djokovic won, mj won, nadal won, celtics won and spain won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/SGh9uFXMIJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vSb5WQ2Nb28/s1600-h/81762561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/SGh9uFXMIJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vSb5WQ2Nb28/s320/81762561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217558398975615122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i know the gettyimages logo is very ugly but i couldn't find any free pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the commentator's best comment throughout the entire game came from this scene - "put the man down, he's 69!" hahahahahahahahhaha! that said, he looked pretty terrified when they were throwing him up and down and up and down. i was almost certain he was going to get a heart attack or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lukas podolski wasn't as handsome as i remembered him to be but there was torres, alonso, fabregas and gang for me to oogle at, so i wasn't too disappointed. :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7393941026354828222?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7393941026354828222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7393941026354828222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7393941026354828222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7393941026354828222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-has-been-good-year-for-finals-thus.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/SGh9uFXMIJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vSb5WQ2Nb28/s72-c/81762561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-164475642579628792</id><published>2008-06-27T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:31:16.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¡viva españa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-164475642579628792?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/164475642579628792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=164475642579628792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/164475642579628792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/164475642579628792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/sighhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7800424381710938592</id><published>2008-06-22T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:44:17.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poor poor poor kimi. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least his hair looks better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7800424381710938592?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7800424381710938592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7800424381710938592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7800424381710938592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7800424381710938592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/poor-poor-poor-kimi.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3845818290581534456</id><published>2008-06-03T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:58:37.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I believe in God and life after death and you do not, and if there is no God, we both lose when we die. However, if there is a God, you still lose and I gain everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3845818290581534456?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3845818290581534456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3845818290581534456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3845818290581534456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3845818290581534456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-believe-in-god-and-life-after.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8071090739619807999</id><published>2008-05-26T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:40:17.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the celebs' kids totally ruined tong hua. it was so bad, it's not even funny anymore. anyway, the widest part of the monaco circuit is apparently narrower than the narrowest part of the singapore circuit. so maybe kimi would do better in singapore, yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8071090739619807999?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8071090739619807999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8071090739619807999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8071090739619807999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8071090739619807999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/celebs-kids-totally-ruined-tong-hua.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8458880341151579227</id><published>2008-05-24T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:57:21.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'In PJC, the topic of conversation was no longer "What did you get for your O-levels?" because: (i) People who did badly would not tell you no matter how much you asked them; (ii) People who did well would insist on telling you without you asking them.'&lt;/span&gt; - The Teenage Workbook by Adrian Tan, 1989.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the nineteen years since then, nothing much has changed. i, as a rule, don't really like to share my results with people because: (i) if my results are better than theirs, by sharing, i feel like i'm rubbing their results into their faces and i don't feel good; (ii) if my results are worse than theirs, by sharing, i feel like they're rubbing my results into my face and i don't feel good either (not sure if i used the phrases correctly, but you know what i mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said, results have played a huge role in the last 12 years of my life. i've lived through the horrors of psle, the pure joy of o levels and well, the a levels (and everything in between). frankly, i don't really know how to describe the a levels. sure, i can tell you that the process was hell and the immediate aftermath was pure ecstasy, but the results day itself? it's something that i can't put in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i can tell you, i wasn't overjoyed. yes, i was happy initially but a glance at the results slip revealed to me the "C" grade i've got for my gp and i was... sad. angry, even. after all, what was gp? english. and what was english? arguably my strongest subject throughout my education life. i expected at least a B, despite the nightmare that was paper 1. but, i guessed it was too screwed up that the most my (awesome, if i dare say so myself) paper 2 could do was to pull it up to a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soon stopped harping on it, however (though i do complain about it sporadically). why? because&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "...its really sad when you see people complaining about the b they got even though there are people behind them crying over the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; u they got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; be contend with whatever you have..."&lt;/span&gt; (16/10/06 entry) and yes, i should be contend with whatever i have, because many will kill to have my grades, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is my point in writing this? after all, results day was long gone, no? but in the wake of the universities' acceptance letters and rejection letters, i realised something. people who complained all day and all night long about their results are the ones who eventually got the acceptance letters from the universities. they are the very same people who wanted me to believe that they "did badly" when i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, the people who kept mum, the people who didn't whined about their results, they  are the ones desperately waiting for the acceptance letters to come. these people are probably clinging on to nothing but hope, nothing but faith, yet you would never realise it by looking at them, by talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i understand it's hard to distinguish between "doing badly" and "doing ok," especially since one  may only be a grade away from making the cut. therefore, i do apologise if anybody felt hurt by reading what i've written. that said, "doing badly" is not because you fail to get into the course you wanted, which i think is what many people judged their grades by. just as many would kill to have my a level grades, many more will kill to have their hands on an acceptance letter, your acceptance letter. so the next time people ask, refrain from saying that your results were "very bad."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8458880341151579227?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8458880341151579227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8458880341151579227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8458880341151579227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8458880341151579227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-pjc-topic-of-conversation-was-no.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6802354339697479831</id><published>2008-05-23T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:40:18.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i still hate starhub. booo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6802354339697479831?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6802354339697479831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6802354339697479831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6802354339697479831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6802354339697479831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-still-hate-starhub.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1515502400094133541</id><published>2008-05-21T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:50:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJC 2-1 VJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mj brings home the championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1515502400094133541?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1515502400094133541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1515502400094133541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1515502400094133541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1515502400094133541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-mjc-brings-home-championship-d-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-2017103344269619841</id><published>2008-05-18T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:48:05.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'A' DIVISION SOCCER (BOYS) FINALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VJC VS MJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 MAY 2008&lt;br /&gt;JALAN BESAR STADIUM&lt;br /&gt;1500 HOURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-2017103344269619841?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2017103344269619841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=2017103344269619841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/2017103344269619841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/2017103344269619841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/division-soccer-boys-finals-vjc-vs-mjc.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-4873625859941970119</id><published>2008-05-09T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:10:17.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." &lt;/span&gt;- Jeremiah 29:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-4873625859941970119?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4873625859941970119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=4873625859941970119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4873625859941970119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4873625859941970119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-i-know-plans-i-have-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1932482234466486408</id><published>2008-04-28T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:26:57.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love kimi and all but i couldn't help but laugh for a long long looooooong time when i saw him with his botak head. i hope his hair grows back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm now a certified cyclist by iris &amp;amp; kai hua! so please feel free to ask me out for a cycling date! i promise not to (nearly) kill any more dogs or indian men. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1932482234466486408?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1932482234466486408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1932482234466486408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1932482234466486408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1932482234466486408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-kimi-and-all-but-i-couldnt-help.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3253573808379901758</id><published>2008-04-26T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:14:23.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think kimi raikkonen shaved his bloody head. and despite doing so voluntarily, he refused to take off his stupid cap. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, chelsea just won manchester united which i guess, was pretty nice. i'm rooting for chelsea in the title race because i kind of feel sorry for grant. yes, he is ugly and all, but he is so much nicer than that asshole mourinho. at least, that's what i feel. and besides, like my brother put it, "we can always claim chelsea bought their way to the title. and man u will not be closer to liverpool's record." haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3253573808379901758?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3253573808379901758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3253573808379901758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3253573808379901758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3253573808379901758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-kimi-raikkonen-shaved-his.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-5459084511707225971</id><published>2008-04-16T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:21:42.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think maybe i won't call my son kyle anymore. that way, my son &amp;amp; jun yu's son won't end up having the same bloody name and that way, i can name him patch, which conjures the image of an adorable &lt;s&gt;little mommy's &lt;/s&gt; sweetheart that all the girls want to be with. haha! or maybe i will just give him two names and let everybody think we're catholic, ang moh, bo liao, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm experiencing a gamut of emotions right now and though there and a million and one things i feel like blogging about, i just can't seem to bring myself to do it. gah. i wish somebody (preferably fernando torres) would whisk me away to a place far far away from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-5459084511707225971?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5459084511707225971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=5459084511707225971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5459084511707225971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5459084511707225971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-maybe-i-wont-call-my-son-kyle.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6906259290792945312</id><published>2008-04-09T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:43:17.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the most memorable part of the liverpool vs arsenal match was not the "contentious penalty" that arguably gave us the win. IT WAS FERNANDO TORRES AIRKISSING THE CROWD. i giggled, swooned and like an idiot high on drugs, airkissed back to my tv. hahaha! that said, torres should just cut his hair already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6906259290792945312?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6906259290792945312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6906259290792945312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6906259290792945312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6906259290792945312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/most-memorable-part-of-liverpool-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6831094394994539223</id><published>2008-04-05T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:14:26.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tried to be chill, but you're so hot that i melted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6831094394994539223?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6831094394994539223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6831094394994539223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6831094394994539223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6831094394994539223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-tried-to-be-chill-but-youre-so-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-579409583311830734</id><published>2008-03-31T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:47:28.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wrote huan (pay) as huan (change) in a note to my mummy. she took it as a sign that her precious daughter's chinese is in need of some desperate help and is now desperately trying to get me to watch a channel 8 show hosted by guo liang to "learn chinese." no kidding. she even called my brother to tell him the exact same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-579409583311830734?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/579409583311830734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=579409583311830734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/579409583311830734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/579409583311830734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wrote-huan-pay-as-huan-change-in-note.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-5102779469677904632</id><published>2008-03-27T19:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:22:06.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people have difficulties writing a 150 words essay and i have difficulties trying to keep my essays to a maximum of 300 words. like, hahaha. anyway, i think the essays i have written so far are just plain crap can. i was never good at writing about myself, especially if it involves reflections and achievements. i guessed it's just my bloody luck that that's all they ask you about in all those bloody applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, university applications are a bitch and i still don't have any idea what am i going to be when i &lt;s&gt;grow up&lt;/s&gt; graduate and that is really irritating the shit out of me. i feel like deferring my studies for year, but i think i can only do that after they've sent me their acceptance letters. yeah, i know with my grades i would probably get into pretty much everywhere but seriously, these kind of things very hard to say one ok. i don't want to get my hopes too high and have them all dashed at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm going back to editing my essay. i think i'm so going to bore the people reading through the application forms. haha! anyway, i'm moving my blog soon. not to livejournal because not a lot of my friends have lj accounts. i would leave it to you to guess where am i moving to. what fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should learn to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mei:&lt;/span&gt; bloody applications is the word. haha. looking forward to tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kenny:&lt;/span&gt; you know, i think your grades overestimate your intelligence. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joyce:&lt;/span&gt; haha. scully we end up being classmates again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pin hua:&lt;/span&gt; if your thighs are fat, my thighs are sumo wrestler like can. haha. and yeah, we should meet up soon. don't be so down alright, i'm sure something good will happen in the end. it always does to nice people like you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jun yu: &lt;/span&gt;i've disliked hamilton since he swore at ron dennis because in my opinion, ron dennis is a very cool guy who didn't deserve to get sworn at. you can check my previous entries, you kuku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;michelle:&lt;/span&gt; don't worry, i will. we really take too much photos. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-5102779469677904632?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5102779469677904632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=5102779469677904632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5102779469677904632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5102779469677904632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-people-have-difficulties-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6909762752624486854</id><published>2008-03-16T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:05:30.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kimi raikkonen is the king of bad lucks, i tell you. i hope he wins in malaysia and that lewis hamilton will crash out or something. i don't know why but i really really really dislike hamilton. in fact, if i have to choose between fernando alonso &amp;amp; lewis hamilton, i will choose the former anytime. and that's saying a lot because alonso ain't exactly anywhere near the top on my favourite people list can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, time really flies. it's kind of cool that when we have a student pass again in july, we won't be a) wearing school uniforms or b) attending morning assemblies. and despite possessing a student pass, we won't be known as students! WE WILL BE KNOWN AS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UNDERGRADUATES&lt;/span&gt;! like, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, for old times' sake, here are some photos taken while we were still students (yes, it's another excuse to play with picasa):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FENGSHAN PRIMARY SCHOOL (1996-2001):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R9zO0z-P36I/AAAAAAAAAEc/aWHvv4gdP-w/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R9zO0z-P36I/AAAAAAAAAEc/aWHvv4gdP-w/s320/collage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178241078269042594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R940YT-P3-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/HZWuZlkcZow/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R940YT-P3-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/HZWuZlkcZow/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178634213805514722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you were probably expecting some toot toot pictures of teeny-weeny us in school uniforms &amp;amp; two ponytails, but unfortunately, i think digital cameras weren't invented when we were still in primary school so i could only show you pictures of us when we were (much) older instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEYLANG METHODIST SECONDARY SCHOOL (2002-2005):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R9zXIz-P37I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5T9Aq54FqxU/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R9zXIz-P37I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5T9Aq54FqxU/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178250217959448498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R940qj-P3_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/IyyWjz9B_9Y/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R940qj-P3_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/IyyWjz9B_9Y/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178634527338127346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in case you're wondering, the last picture of the second row is the famous "shit on the ceiling" of the old faith 1-3 classroom. the building was demolished and the shit probably disappeared in thin air, but well, it was fun while it lasted. anyway, though i think digital cameras were invented in secondary school, none of us were stupid enough to bring it to school with us everyday and since camera phones were expensive (and therefore, rare) and lousy then, i didn't have a lot of gm's photos as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERIDIAN JUNIOR COLLEGE (2006-2007):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R909oD-P39I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GtkxAgXdtV8/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R909oD-P39I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GtkxAgXdtV8/s320/collage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178362905016393682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the past 2 years were a wild, crazy &amp;amp; memorable ride and i'm really glad that our phones were all equipped with state of the art cameras to capture almost every single moment of it. i currently have 2900+++ photos, which i must admit, is a bit too much, but hey, i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, open houses were interesting. we behaved like cheapos at nus, complained about the lack of hot guys in ntu and laughed at kai hua's sheer stupidity at smu (actually it was just me &amp;amp; her at smu, but, well). my choices are pretty much decided i guess, but i think i will think it over again before actually submitting my applications. and i am really really grateful to God for blessing me with grades that could get me pretty much anywhere i want. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6909762752624486854?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6909762752624486854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6909762752624486854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6909762752624486854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6909762752624486854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/kimi-raikkonen-is-king-of-bad-lucks-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R9zO0z-P36I/AAAAAAAAAEc/aWHvv4gdP-w/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-4854199948302713511</id><published>2008-03-02T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:05:30.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, i was expecting to be disappointed. but, look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R8qSh4-48tI/AAAAAAAAADk/9PKm0Z9zVRM/s1600-h/67466746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R8qSh4-48tI/AAAAAAAAADk/9PKm0Z9zVRM/s320/67466746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173108232917938898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L LOOKS &lt;s&gt;PRETTY&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;VERY VERY&lt;/s&gt; SUPER DUPER GOOD IN REAL LIFE TOO! in fact, he looks better in real life. let's admit it alright, l's hair (and makeup) can bit a bit freaky at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(actually there are nicer pictures of him over at gettyimages. but as usual, the watermark covered his handsome face so i had to make do with this uglier - but still very handsome! one instead.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-4854199948302713511?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4854199948302713511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=4854199948302713511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4854199948302713511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4854199948302713511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-i-was-expecting-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R8qSh4-48tI/AAAAAAAAADk/9PKm0Z9zVRM/s72-c/67466746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-828582840709176260</id><published>2008-02-29T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:15:12.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think it's incredibly stupid that mas selamat managed to escape from &lt;s&gt;prison&lt;/s&gt; detention center. of course, the straits times would like to point out to me that since even the great us of a has had terrorists escaping from their prisons before, it's, you know, reasonably alright for people to escape from our &lt;s&gt;prisons&lt;/s&gt; detention centers (seriously, can someone tell me what's the bloody difference?). ok, so they didn't exactly say that, but that's obviously what they're implying, no? why else would they want to inform us that a certain terrorist (can't remember his name) has escaped from us custody before, you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, anyway. it's just damn bloody idiotic alright. dustbins were taken away from us in the name of security, and yet we let the most wanted man in singapore slip away via a TOILET. seriously, a TOILET. maybe if he had an elaborate escape plan (a la michael scoefield), i won't be so damn pissed. but he had escaped from a TOILET. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TOILET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!! he gives hope to all those prisoners who are avid fans of prison break but do not possess the brains of michael scofield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, in other countries, politicians resign over silly matters (like losing an election). in the funny little island like singapore, however, you can let the most wanted man escape from &lt;s&gt;prison&lt;/s&gt; detention center to heaven knows where and still keep your cushy job as a minister. and your super duper high (and totally ridiculous) pay. and get away with a "very sorry." even edison chen had a tougher time apologizing can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is a damn incoherent entry but i'm feeling very anti-government right now. so, there. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-828582840709176260?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/828582840709176260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=828582840709176260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/828582840709176260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/828582840709176260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-its-incredibly-stupid-that-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8796363802207846474</id><published>2008-02-20T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:55:36.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not a girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, people. i'm not blogging very often nowadays because i can't seemed to put most of my gazillion and one thoughts down on &lt;s&gt;paper&lt;/s&gt; screen. maybe it's because i haven't been writing in a long time (goodbye gp!) or maybe it's because my brain has stopped functioning since i haven't studied in a long time as well (hahahaha!). but either way, i don't think i will be updating this blog as regularly as i did back when i was in school. oh, and i am also considering a switch back to livejournal (after correcting my horrendously horrendous entries that i've wrote in secondary school. you know, lolX).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, i hope everybody is settling down in their new lives as the working gals or the dirty, smelly, botak blackies (aka the army boys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not yet a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8796363802207846474?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8796363802207846474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8796363802207846474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8796363802207846474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8796363802207846474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-not-girl-hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6944438096917546658</id><published>2008-02-12T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:09:10.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but in the unlikely story that is america,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope obama wins the presidential nomination &amp;amp; election. americans are so lucky, no? they get to vote so many times in their lifetime. in singapore, you would be lucky if you got to vote once in your entire life (unless you live in places like potong pasir, of course, but that's another story). if i'm an american, i would vote for obama, no doubt about it. it isn't often that a nominee is a two-time grammy award winner ok. and you know, his full name is actually barack HUSSEIN obama, which i think is &lt;s&gt;quite &lt;/s&gt; very very very very very very very very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today is the 6th day of the lunar new year. i hope your angpow collection is still not yet complete and that in the remaining 9 days of this new year, it will grow to mind-boggling proportions. i've read in the sunday times that the average money per angpow this year is 10 bucks for most people but i think the bloody reporters interviewed the rich people only. boobooboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i hope djokovic gets well soon. and do something to his hair. and i need to find a permanent job, babysitting is not very regular (heck, it's not regular at all). i hope mediacorp is hiring. i won't mind being a personal assistant to elvin ng or something! hahahahahahaha. actually, i missed the last episode of shou zu (because i was busy playing with my adorable, handsome and beautiful cousins' babies), which is quite irritating. but then again, considering the standard of the entire season (?), maybe i didn't miss out much after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;there has never been anything false about hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6944438096917546658?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6944438096917546658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6944438096917546658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6944438096917546658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6944438096917546658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/but-in-unlikely-story-that-is-america-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-2289982214480408723</id><published>2008-02-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:32:38.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it's beyond me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new pink ipod nano flew in from shenzhen, china (seriously, of all places) yesterday night! i've already spent the bulk of this morning and yesterday night trying very hard to find and upload all the album covers but i'm only up to the letter k. :( and the thing is quite idiotic sometimes can. i put alicia keys as the album artist but it still comes out as alicia keys feat. tony toni tone in the &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; pinky ipod. that said, i think the new ipod nano is nicer than the previous one. the previous one is too skinny for my liking. ya la, i have a fetish for fat things can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after much thought, i've finally purchased the goong dvd and predictably, spent the bulk of yesterday re-watching the show. it's the malaysian version (i don't think the us one is available here and the rest doesn't feature english subtitles) and the english subtitles were quite crappy. but well, i guess its' better than nothing. and i must say, watching it the second time made me realize that yul actually looks quite gay. hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i've spent the past two days babysitting classes. it was quite a experience but i shall not talk about it until the whole thing is over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i cannot carry the weight of a heavy world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-2289982214480408723?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2289982214480408723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=2289982214480408723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/2289982214480408723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/2289982214480408723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-beyond-me-my-new-pink-ipod-nano.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1770166445451902852</id><published>2008-01-28T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:05:30.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;at five minutes to midnight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HERO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R52d75PWZQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YxhlDRbZMUY/s1600-h/79283690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R52d75PWZQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YxhlDRbZMUY/s320/79283690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160454400339502338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVAK DJOKOVIC, 2008 AUSTRALIAN OPEN CHAMPION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank heavens he didn't waste 7 set points again. actually, i wanted to post the picture of him was his incredibly cute little brothers but unfortunately, the getty images logo covered the youngest (and cutest) brother's face in that picture, so i have to stick with this instead. both his younger brothers are so much better looking than him can. i think it's the hair. but it's ok, i still love you djokovic, don't worry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pink ipod nano is in singapore! i still prefer the white one, but i guess pink is fine. i can't wait till my phone becomes only a phone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my attachment was great. i got to wear slippers (haha!), enter the esplanade's backstage, figure my way around the civic district (and beyond) and meet wonderful, lovely people. seriously. everybody from the artistes to my "bosses" were all very very very very very nice. if you want elaboration, try and catch me on msn (which, i know, is hard, but you can always try).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle's birthday celebrations went very well. haha! we went to bugis and to a certain shop there to look for a certain someone so that &lt;s&gt;somebody can finally see someone&lt;/s&gt; kai hua can get a 30% staff discount for her tank top (which reminds me, i really need to get more friends to work in shops). then it was off to minds cafe for another hilarious round of taboo (and other random games). dinner was steamboat and it was off to the merlion park to shoot a movie starring *** ***, the bear (no kidding). anyway, for photos and details, please visit iris'/kai hua's/michelle's blog, i'm too lazy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never understand what is it with army boys and their caps. come on, boys! BE PROUD OF YOUR BOTAK HEADS! you are serving the nation and we girls are very grateful for what you're doing (better you than us). haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we'll see our names in city lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1770166445451902852?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1770166445451902852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1770166445451902852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1770166445451902852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1770166445451902852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-five-minutes-to-midnight-my-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R52d75PWZQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YxhlDRbZMUY/s72-c/79283690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3135757526062723840</id><published>2008-01-25T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:49:54.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i've been looking for that someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who sleep on the train should be shot. i mean, seriously. i think the only time anyone should be allowed to sleep on the train is when there is a glass panel/wall next to them so that they can rest their bloody heads on it. i was on the bloody train yesterday and i sat next to this asshole who was sleeping so soundly and leaning so bloody close to me that i am sure had he woken up a second later, his head would have been on my lap. needless to say, i was petrified alright. there were no other seats i could go to and i didn't want to stand up because my bloody blister was killing me. it was such a horrifying experience, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said, on the same train, i saw a very very very very very very very good-looking guy! or at least, his side profile was. he was tall, thin (not peter crouch's thin, novak djokovic's thin), carrying a zara bag and was totally engrossed in his psp and ipod. like i've said, very very very very very drop-dead gorgeous side profile. unfortunately, when i alighted, i saw his entire face and i must admit, i was quite disappointed. he looked like a bloody anime character can. maybe it was the japanese influence over the past few days and maybe it was his hair, but he really look like an anime character straight out of animax. gah! where are the fernando torreses of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll never make it on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3135757526062723840?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3135757526062723840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3135757526062723840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3135757526062723840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3135757526062723840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-been-looking-for-that-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-865909149414784262</id><published>2008-01-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:53:58.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stop and stare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've cracked the 2000 games mark in freecell and i'm feeling pretty darn good about it. there are still many many many many more games to go, but at least i'm one (very very very very very very very very) small step closer to finishing the entire freecell game! then again, i'd probably switch over to a mac before i'm done. oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i used to hate rafael nadal and all, but in recent months i've actually started to like this guy. he's not that bad looking and he's probably the only one that can unseat stupid roger federer (i kind of lost hope in djokovic after his irritating loss to federer in last year's u.s. open). ok, so he likes to scratch his backside/crotch (i don't know why), but still. anybody who can beat federer is good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not chat about soccer because liverpool's recent worse than awful form is getting on my nerves. it's a torture watching them play and having learnt that lesson after luton &amp;amp; manchester city, i've stopped torturing myself. besides, my blood pressure tends to rise whenever i watch them play too. on a side note, i hope the american owners will just go back and vote for obama or something already. i'm quite tired of them. sure, they got me fernando torres, but big fat deal. without torres, there's still alonso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim is leaving hi5 due to a serious motorcycle accident and his replacement is super duper ugly (i saw his picture). first kathleen, now tim. i feel kind of sad actually. i think when i have a chance to go australia one day, i will step into a dvd shop and purchase all the hi5 dvds. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish people would just stop asking me what am i going to be when i grow up already. like, what's the point? they can't handle the truth anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i think i'm moving but i go nowhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-865909149414784262?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/865909149414784262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=865909149414784262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/865909149414784262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/865909149414784262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/01/stop-and-stare-ive-cracked-2000-games.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-9143130210214745812</id><published>2008-01-10T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:49:21.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this is my now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;DO YOU KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I WAS THE TOP STUDENT FOR H2 ECONOMICS IN THE 2006 MERIDIAN JUNIOR COLLEGE'S JC1 MID-YEAR EXAMINATIONS?!!!&lt;/span&gt; wahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaha! (wipes tears away from eyes) anyway, you can check your rankings too, it's available on the new mj portal under "my exam results." haha. i hope you will have a fun time exploring the portal. i know i did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and i am breathing in the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-9143130210214745812?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9143130210214745812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=9143130210214745812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/9143130210214745812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/9143130210214745812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-my-now-hello-my-name-is-jasmine.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6534435651431045956</id><published>2008-01-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:35:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;in this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think novak djokovic looks soooooooo charming when he smiles. i can't stand that hair of his though, he should really learn how to style it. but i still adore him and i hope he wins the australia open (though with that idiot federer around, i highly doubt he will stand a chance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its' five days into the new year and i still can't get used to the bloody expensive adult fares. of course, the government (if they are reading this) will probably point out to me that singapore's transport fare is amongst the cheapest in the entire world but i hate the government and i won't listen to a word they say, so there. besides, i am sure there's a perfectly good reason why other countries' transport fares are more expensive than us. like, maybe their country is bigger so the distance between stops are longer? and so, they have higher costs? but, of course, i'm just utilising my imagination. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i also can't really get used to the fact that as of 2008, i am no longer a student. i'm not complaining, really. it's nice not being a student. i get to wake up at noon everyday, there is no homework and i remember things like, "a transition  element is a d-block element which can form one or more ions with incompletely filled d orbitals" for fun (and to show-off, haha!) and not because i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help but just miss schooldays a teeny-weeny bit. those days spent laughing and giggling and bitching and talking with my fellow schoolmates. and it's kind of sad that those days have come to an end. the boys are going botak (and bringing back with them endless army stories) and the girls are busy working (or finding jobs, damn it!) and any chance of a reunion seems remote in the near future. and since i really suck at keeping contact, i can't help but feel, well, sad. that the last 2 years may just be it and we'll never be as close as we once were. oh, well. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing is certain but death and taxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6534435651431045956?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6534435651431045956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6534435651431045956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6534435651431045956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6534435651431045956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-this-world-i-think-novak-djokovic.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-764304039511896681</id><published>2007-12-30T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:05:31.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;today is a winding road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R3eUL8l1jHI/AAAAAAAAADI/fo-Td4_2cZg/s1600-h/MJC2_SMALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R3eUL8l1jHI/AAAAAAAAADI/fo-Td4_2cZg/s320/MJC2_SMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149747631885749362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they very good-looking right? actually, if you look carefully like i did, you would realise &lt;s&gt;mereith's&lt;/s&gt; mereboi's hand kind of disappeared and it's quite creepy, but GOOD-LOOOKING RIGHT? :D look, i don't care if you agree with me or not, just go to http://playnetearth.com/interjcpageant2008/ and vote ok. voting requires registration and is quite troublesome, but once registered, you can vote as many times as you like. so if you were not from mjc and would like to see your jc triumph instead of mine, you can vote 50million times for your jc's reps and 10million times for mine. it's a good deal. oh, they are m6 &amp;amp; f6, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the year is coming to an end and everybody's has been looking back. but because i suck at reflecting, not that there's much to reflect anyway, i shall look forward instead! in 2008, i hope that... actually i am quite bad at looking forward too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new year means we are getting old, but still, have a happy happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me where to start and tell me something i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-764304039511896681?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/764304039511896681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=764304039511896681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/764304039511896681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/764304039511896681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-is-winding-road-look-they-very.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R3eUL8l1jHI/AAAAAAAAADI/fo-Td4_2cZg/s72-c/MJC2_SMALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-77760783870866279</id><published>2007-12-25T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:02:38.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's you and me and all of the people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernando torres shouldn't have rebonded his hair. makes him look quite... how should i put it? he still looks very handsome, just not as handsome as before la. i think his hair is too long now. he should stick to the hairstyle he had when he first came to anfield. or go back botak or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i downloaded some movies that i wanted to watch but for various reasons, didn't get a chance too. and, man. it feels really really good to break the law. i think i should do it more often. haha. anyway, i have been eating so bloody much lately, i feel like a fat little turkey about to be killed for dinner. i need to lose weight, pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a blessed Christmas everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and i don't know why i can't keep my eyes off you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-77760783870866279?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/77760783870866279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=77760783870866279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/77760783870866279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/77760783870866279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-its-you-and-me-and-all-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-5180284836905338379</id><published>2007-12-19T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:45:43.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause it's us against the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first 2 episodes of shou zhu er bored the bloody shit out of me. too much crying and too much... crying. it's like the writers are trying to make the characters cry for the sake of crying and hopefully the audience will cry along too. even the actors looked pained at the fact that they are crying and crying non-stop can. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HADY MIRZA IS THE FIRST ASIAN IDOL. nearly collapsed with laughter when i heard the news. like, hahahahaha. still prefer jonathan leong, but oh well. hady is very nice too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to baby blues, pregnant women needs to eat enough broccoli, spinach and whole grains during the first few weeks of pregnancy lest the baby's nervous system be compromised. so, i guess you know what this means. i am going to adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me and you against them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-5180284836905338379?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5180284836905338379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=5180284836905338379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5180284836905338379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5180284836905338379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/cause-its-us-against-world-first-2.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3033381658777149487</id><published>2007-12-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:57:38.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't waste your time on me, my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think roque santa cruz is very good looking. but unfortunately, i don't think he is very photogenic because i cannot find a very nice picture of him over at getty images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, like i've said before. the star awards show had overrun for the past few years and we are still living in peace and harmony. so just let the damn show overrun, damnit! the last 10 minutes made me feel as though somebody had push the fast forward button at the studio AND IT WAS DAMN IRRITATING. doesn't help that (almost) everybody looked so ugly today. maybe they had used up all the nice dresses for last week's show. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the lead singer (tony?) of 5566. look, seoul hosted the olympics in 1988 and tokyo in 1964 alright. so your beijing wasn't the first asian city to host the games, unless of course, south korea &amp;amp; japan didn't belong to asia then... but i highly doubt so. tempted to say what a himbo that guy is, but realised he doesn't have much looks to go with it in the first place, so, oh well. chinese boybands. pah. give me my westlife and backstreet boys anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am in an extremely foul mood right now, thanks to liverpool's irritating loss to manchester united a while ago. i swear, i will kill if anybody dares to gloat. i am in that kind of mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friend, what does that even mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3033381658777149487?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3033381658777149487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3033381658777149487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3033381658777149487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3033381658777149487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-waste-your-time-on-me-my-friend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-827878250354338042</id><published>2007-12-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:18:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;today is a winding road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prison break should just end after two seasons. haven't watch season 3, but i was getting pretty bored towards the end of season 2. doesn't help that abruzzi is dead and scofield looks better with less hair on his head. but at least he looks botak again during the last few episodes. yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after much thought, i decided i am not going to give gossip girl a shot after all. the show veers too much from the books for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, capello is the new england manager. i hope he sacks terry and gives gerrard the captain's armband instead. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i am really really bored. and i just realized tomorrow's liverpool vs man u match is going to clash with the star awards. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thats taking me to places that i didn't want to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-827878250354338042?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/827878250354338042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=827878250354338042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/827878250354338042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/827878250354338042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-is-winding-road-prison-break.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8666072223577373832</id><published>2007-12-10T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:05:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;when the sun shine, we'll shine together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think fann wong really shouldn't change her dress halfway through the star awards show. she looked sooooo gorgeous in the first dress. too bad everybody would probably only remember her super ugly outfit during the latter part of the show. yikes! and that bloody dawn yeoh's show actually won for best theme song. like, hello. what about dou fu jie's theme song? fu man ren jian's? CHU LU'S??!!!! my goodness. are those people voting deaf? and for heaven's sake, can mediacorp just let those winners finish their bloody speeches instead of having to cut it short here and there? i don't care if the show is going to overrun.  IT HAD OVERRUN FOR THE PAST FEW YEARS AND WE ARE STILL LIVING IN PEACE AND HARMONY. the mediacorp's ceo should be sacked. and his hairstyle is really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and channel 5's sea games coverage suck alright. i was happily watching our singaporean swimmers swim to glory when dear mark richmond have to announced that "sorry, but we don't have time to show you the women 4X100 freestyle relay." because they have to show stuart little 2, a movie, which if i recalled correctly, was both a critical and commercial flop. ha-ha. ok, so our dear women were disqualified eventually, but at least give me that few seconds of joy at seeing them clinch a silver alright? bloody hell. i tell you, if they are going to give the olympics the same shit coverage, i would go berserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still sick. sigh. and you know, i have been adding and adding and adding applications to my facebook account in the past hour. and i am still not done. !#&amp;amp;*($&amp;amp;*(@$^*(#&amp;amp;$(*&amp;amp;$@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, MY TOP 10 FAVOURITE (SORT OF) PICTURES FROM PROM (in no particular order and out of 139, if you really want to know):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the class girls (minus 4) - hsin mei, kim, tanvi, pam, me &amp;amp; gen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1z0TpPK4MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KhQp5uxI8gE/s1600-h/prom%21+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1z0TpPK4MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KhQp5uxI8gE/s320/prom%21+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142253492874436802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. the goldfish gang - mereith, me, zul &amp;amp; michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zt8pPK4DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2InQwrPzv4g/s1600-h/prom%21+079a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zt8pPK4DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2InQwrPzv4g/s320/prom%21+079a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142246500667678770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. the gmss representatives of the night - anna &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1z0B5PK4LI/AAAAAAAAACw/cdJbTeOgEjk/s1600-h/prom%21+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1z0B5PK4LI/AAAAAAAAACw/cdJbTeOgEjk/s320/prom%21+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142253187931758770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. we were (very) young once - tian hon, me &amp;amp; wei wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zzupPK4KI/AAAAAAAAACo/ougzLS9UJ0g/s1600-h/prom%21+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zzupPK4KI/AAAAAAAAACo/ougzLS9UJ0g/s320/prom%21+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142252857219276962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. the &lt;s&gt;famous&lt;/s&gt; notorious hsin mei with me in a MERCEDES (taxi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zvSpPK4FI/AAAAAAAAACM/eBG04qjqdRw/s1600-h/prom%21+006a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zvSpPK4FI/AAAAAAAAACM/eBG04qjqdRw/s320/prom%21+006a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142247978136428626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I LOVE MAYO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zukpPK4EI/AAAAAAAAACE/IrQmT9AgB4k/s1600-h/prom%21+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zukpPK4EI/AAAAAAAAACE/IrQmT9AgB4k/s320/prom%21+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142247187862446146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. dustbin sisters unite - me, iris &amp;amp; michelle (it's yi ming at the back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zruJPK4AI/AAAAAAAAABk/j_27sL7gQSA/s1600-h/prom%21+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zruJPK4AI/AAAAAAAAABk/j_27sL7gQSA/s320/prom%21+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142244052536320002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the lovely family &amp;amp; the crazy pets (and a whole lot of random other people at the back, bloody hell) - papa kenneth, mama kai hua, dustbin sisters, "bimbo" zul, "himbo" jun yu, "jubo" julian &amp;amp; "angelC" christopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1ztcZPK4CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7gwgXyElrA0/s1600-h/prom%21+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1ztcZPK4CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7gwgXyElrA0/s320/prom%21+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142245946616897570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the sky is blue, was blue, and will always be blue till the Almighty decides to change His mind - hsin mei, me, mak, zhihan &amp;amp; jun yu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zza5PK4JI/AAAAAAAAACg/fSMURIyWfIs/s1600-h/prom%21+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1zza5PK4JI/AAAAAAAAACg/fSMURIyWfIs/s320/prom%21+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142252517916860562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i am a councillor and am sure as hell proud of it - jun yu, eugene, christopher, hengky, yi ming, kenneth, michelle, qi qi, siau ling, kai hua, shiqi, me, iris &amp;amp; mr hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1z0gpPK4NI/AAAAAAAAADA/j7Sd_LoX-io/s1600-h/prom%21+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1z0gpPK4NI/AAAAAAAAADA/j7Sd_LoX-io/s320/prom%21+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142253716212736210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i love all the other 129 photos too. but it will really be a cold day in hell before i am going to upload all of them. so, anyway, please send me photos if you see me online! i will return you the favour. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;told you i'll be here forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8666072223577373832?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8666072223577373832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8666072223577373832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8666072223577373832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8666072223577373832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-sun-shine-well-shine-together-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/R1z0TpPK4MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KhQp5uxI8gE/s72-c/prom%21+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3587390097996343799</id><published>2007-12-07T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:39:40.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sendin' out the message to all of my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, well. the day after prom and i am sick (like, hahaha) and nobody's online to post me pictures. pictures up another time. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we'll be lookin' flashy in my mercedes benz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3587390097996343799?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3587390097996343799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3587390097996343799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3587390097996343799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3587390097996343799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/sendin-out-message-to-all-of-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-981488488420807070</id><published>2007-12-05T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:17:27.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;now we're spinning empty bottles, it's the five of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enchanted was sweet though the ending part (the ball) was very very very very very boring. and the switching of lovers part was quite predictable, saw that coming quite early on in the show. i would have preferred if edward ends up with giselle though. never thought patrick dempsy was as &lt;s&gt;hot&lt;/s&gt; mcdreamy as everybody makes him out to be. give me james marsden (cyclops, haha! no wonder the name sounded so familiar) anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started watching lost 3 (slow, i know, shut up). it's really a shame they killed boone off so early in the series. i miss him and his incredibly good-looking face. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom is tomorrow. somehow, i don't feel as excited about it as a few months ago. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those crazy old times of the past, when we were still kids. no nc16 or m18 movies, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;with pretty-eyed boys girls die to trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-981488488420807070?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/981488488420807070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=981488488420807070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/981488488420807070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/981488488420807070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-were-spinning-empty-bottles-its.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7921660297544737229</id><published>2007-12-02T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:58:11.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;jealousy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my brother is gone, food seems to disappear less slowly around here. in fact, come to think about it, food no longer disappears. tells you a lot about my brother's eating habits. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today's trip to the changi airport (to send the above mentioned brother off) was quite fruitful. i &lt;s&gt;saw&lt;/s&gt; heard a super duper nice guy's voice! ok, so his looks didn't really match the voice but the voice was really really really nice. some prefect's babyish 'hi' still ranks as my favourite guy's voice of all time, but this one nearly came close to toppling that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw someone who looks a hell lot like you. wish i could go up and clarify if that someone is indeed you instead of having a nice (rather) long staring match but, well, we don't really know each other very well (save for her and songbook) and i think it will be super embarrassing if that someone turns out not to be you, or if you don't remember me... you know, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the killers' lead singer is actually not bad looking. not a great fan of their song, but quite a fan. and i can't believe westlife's home is actually included in mtv's top 100 hits of 2007. like, hello. i love westlife but home is definitely not one of their best &lt;s&gt;songs&lt;/s&gt; covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;turning saints into the seas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7921660297544737229?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7921660297544737229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7921660297544737229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7921660297544737229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7921660297544737229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/jealousy-after-my-brother-is-gone-food.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-2749640435342809734</id><published>2007-11-29T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:56:53.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;these things i found are special now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sea games is starting, and i can't help but feel a little bit excited about it. there's no jeremy wariner or michael phelps but at least i can watch singaporeans kick our neighbours' asses in things like swimming. and i think baihakki (?) is easily the best looking player in the singapore's football team. i kind of forgot all about him (with fernando torres and... uh, that's all) but the with the football team's recent exploits, i suddenly recalled, that ah yes, i was quite disappointed when i found out he was malay. hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the navy sent me some very stupid board game. what a waste of money. speaking of money, i am going to splurge on simmies once i get my $$ back. HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family outing yesterday was hilarious as usual. yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the knot is in my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-2749640435342809734?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2749640435342809734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=2749640435342809734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/2749640435342809734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/2749640435342809734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-not-over-tonight-sea-games-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8708722529233107280</id><published>2007-11-27T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:45:55.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;next time i see you, i'm giving you a high five,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always think drowning is the worst possible way to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something quite upsetting happened today, though i must admit it could be quite amusing from another point of view. oh, well... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why people bother queuing at the lv store where there is a perfectly nice chanel store next to it. and an even nicer celine store further down. and a super duper nice stella mccartney store upstairs. i could never understand the appeal of lv. in my opinion, those monogram bags are really ugly and people should just exchange them for some of the nice dior bags that kate moss was flauting in those ads a few months back. but then again, unlike me, they are rich and they can buy whatever they desire. even if it looks downright ugly. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first heard of sean kingston, i thought he was some bloody rapper like 50 cent but his songs turned out to be quite sweet after all. and i think sir paul mccartney is a very nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still debating if i should watch gossip girl. i detest the fact that they have relegated erik van der woodsen to be serena's younger brother. and the fact that he attempted suicide. like, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause hugs are overrated, just fyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8708722529233107280?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8708722529233107280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8708722529233107280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8708722529233107280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8708722529233107280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/next-time-i-see-you-im-giving-you-high.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7537635999211095067</id><published>2007-11-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:03:59.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll do whatever it takes to turn this around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just realised the 4400 is remarkably similar to heroes. its' a pity though, that the guy i don't really like ends up to be the good guy and the guy i adore (kyle, there's something about the name, i tell you) ends up being the leader of the organisation that i dislike, even though it turns out that it was a good organisation in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's dinner was alright, i guess. i didn't eat half of the dishes (prawns, cold dish, dessert, rice, duck) but i was just living for the shark's fin, so it was okay. my mom said something classic though (translated from chinese) - "wah, they very clever now hor? serve in individual plates so won't waste." thank heavens that someone kindly pointed out to her that it was only because she is sitting at the vip table (being the groom's mom and all) that she gets such privileges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an angmoh auntie airkissed me when we said our goodbyes. hahahahahahahahahhahahaha. that, i must say, was the highlight of the day even though i was very shocked by the suddenness of it. hahahahahahahhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to lose weight. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i know what's at stake, i know that i've let you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7537635999211095067?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7537635999211095067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7537635999211095067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7537635999211095067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7537635999211095067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-do-whatever-it-takes-to-turn-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1736656295204906910</id><published>2007-11-24T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:36:01.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, babe, i know, it's a light and somewhere for us to find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's wedding's camera man is very good-looking! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, in case you're wondering (which you shouldn't be since i haven't exactly been keeping my mouth shut about his nuptials), my brother got married today. one offers congratulations to the groom and condolences to the bride. hahahahahaha. nah, i'm just kidding. somehow, i think i'm going to miss having that idiot around. imagine, no one to practice my squabbling skills with, and the horrors, the horrors, no one to fix that bloody computer when it crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weddings are all pretty much the same, so i shan't bore you with the boring details. it was a nice wedding (my cousin's &lt;s&gt;baby&lt;/s&gt; boy look sooooooooooo handsome as a ring boy - that guy is going to have girls swooning all over him when he grows up, i tell you), the bridal car was so pretty, the food was great and it was nice watching my brother and his brothers doing stupid thing. and HA, the stupid lame shit about the sin square theta that syafiq (i think) came up with a few months ago actually proved to be quite useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is tiring being the groom's kid sister. i want to go sleep now. byeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s and hahahahahahahahha, MUNCHY DONUTS HAS OPENED IN BEDOK. goodbye donut factory and long queues and plans to go tanjong katong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tonight, chase this light with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1736656295204906910?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1736656295204906910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1736656295204906910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1736656295204906910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1736656295204906910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-babe-i-know-its-light-and-somewhere_24.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1951360103858902376</id><published>2007-11-22T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T11:17:06.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;watch it burn, let it die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the wasted time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the hours that were left behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the answers that we'll never find, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they don't mean a thing tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big a's are well and truly over. and for the rest of the days till the results fly back from nice dear beloved cambridge, we shall have no more sorrows, no more worries, no more handaches. unless you suffer from pms, like me, of course (though that won't include handache). yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta las vista, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause we're finally free tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1951360103858902376?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1951360103858902376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1951360103858902376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1951360103858902376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1951360103858902376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/watch-it-burn-let-it-die-all-of-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7479068573567305443</id><published>2007-11-20T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:31:49.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;would you catch me if i have to fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pmsing. so, a thousand apologies in advance if i am not exactly smiley and friendly over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i don't know how to use facebook although i have an account there. so pardon me if i am supposed to do something when you do something to me and i didn't. i will try and learn how to use it when my pms is over. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;would you even find the time for that at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7479068573567305443?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7479068573567305443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7479068573567305443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7479068573567305443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7479068573567305443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/would-you-catch-me-if-i-have-to-fall-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-4748338794919184371</id><published>2007-11-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:40:40.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;well, you may be the trigger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm @_*%(@_%*()%*()#*%()*#(*)(*$_)!*# irritated by something. i keep pushing it to the back of my mind, but it keeps forcing its' way through the other things in my mind to irritate me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hucking fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will hold the smoking gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-4748338794919184371?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4748338794919184371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=4748338794919184371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4748338794919184371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4748338794919184371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-you-may-be-trigger-im-irritated-by.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-5404005423471067446</id><published>2007-11-15T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:57:09.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm miss bad media karma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think karma is coming to bite me in the ass for laughing at all those combined science and art people two years ago. THAT IS WHY I STILL HAVE A WEEK MORE TO GO WHILE MAJORITY OF MY FRIENDS ARE GOING TO PARTY TILL THE SUN COME DOWN WHEN TOMORROW ENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;britney's new single is super catchy. the horrors, horrors, but i am actually considering getting her album. the previews i've heard over itunes were impressive, especially considering the fact that in my personal opinion, she has gone bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i adore friends. tears always come to my eyes when i watched the series finale. speaking of which, I AM SUPPORTING THE WRITERS' GUILD OF AMERICA STRIKE. because i really support them and because, thinking about it, it gives me time to catch up on shows that everybody has been talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;another day, another drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-5404005423471067446?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5404005423471067446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=5404005423471067446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5404005423471067446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5404005423471067446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-miss-bad-media-karma-i-think-karma.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-433915863459637473</id><published>2007-11-13T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:22:41.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;if i never see your face again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i normally wish the couples i know a happy ending. may they love each other forever and have tons and tons of healthy, bouncing babies, that sort of thing. BUT I REALLY REALLY WISH BRAD PITT AND ANGELINA JOLIE WOULD JUST BREAK UP ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-433915863459637473?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/433915863459637473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=433915863459637473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/433915863459637473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/433915863459637473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-i-never-see-your-face-again-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-4768920059115871806</id><published>2007-11-07T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:16:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;even if it takes forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think kyle patrick has such nice long skinny legs for a guy. and i feel for the poor plmgs girls. if the click five had been scheduled to come to my school but my ass of a principal decides against it, i would probably curse her entire family from top to bottom. ha. no, i'm just kidding. but kyle patrick really has nice long skinny legs and the poor plgms girls were robbed of a chance of seeing those legs in real life. oh, and i think kyle is such a nice name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll get my shit together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-4768920059115871806?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4768920059115871806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=4768920059115871806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4768920059115871806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4768920059115871806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/even-if-it-takes-forever-i-think-kyle.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3169932429110136220</id><published>2007-11-03T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:43:48.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but, i'm no gentleman, i can be a prick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the star awards prelude show when they showed joanne peh in tj. then jessecca (spelling?) liu. i was kind of jealous, like, why they went tj instead of mj that sort of thing. but, then, i thought, at least elvin ng is not there, so that's not too bad. and of course, the next face that appeared all smiling and gorgeous was elvin ng. it nearly made me want to smash the tv screen in protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, papers are depressing and sad dreams make it worse. and i feel like my mood is swinging from one extreme to another. i could be really happy for one second and everything will come crashing down the next. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if hobbes is a human, i will marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and i do regret more than i admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3169932429110136220?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3169932429110136220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3169932429110136220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3169932429110136220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3169932429110136220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-suspect-im-traitor-i-was-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8135455772597283415</id><published>2007-10-23T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:45:36.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this is my potential breakup song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will hate lewis hamilton for life if he is going to win the bloody drivers' championship through an appeal, i tell you. that said, kimi's win was a VERY VERY VERY VERY bright spot in an otherwise quite horrible weekend, thanks to england's defeat to south africa in the rugby world cup final. but, i still love the england rugby team. they (for me) play with a lot of heart, unlike the other english national team. and besides, the english rugby players are taller, fatter and cuter. ESPECIALLY PHIL VICKERY. ok, i am drooling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i need a bloody ipod. i am getting really fed up with my phone and my old shuffle is as dead as john lennon. i cannot revive it. if you can get me an ipod (i want the new plump nano), i will be your slave for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am considering a switch back to livejournal. i need to first figure out what was the damn password that i used 4 years ago though. and i know they can send you your password via email, but as fate would have it, i have no bloody idea what was the email i used then as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye. mug hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;our album needs just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8135455772597283415?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8135455772597283415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8135455772597283415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8135455772597283415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8135455772597283415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-my-potential-breakup-song-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8974966213491525293</id><published>2007-10-15T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:33:04.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;your subtleties, they strangle me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep farting. i don't know why. and its those smelly, silent farts. hahahahahahahahahahaha! apparently farts are made up of quite a number of gases. unfortunately, i don't remember how many. don't ask me why i want to remember things like that. maybe it's because i keep farting. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to take great joy in announcing to the world that i can't stop farting. see, there i go again. whatever, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't explain myself at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8974966213491525293?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8974966213491525293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8974966213491525293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8974966213491525293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8974966213491525293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-subtleties-they-strangle-me-i-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7867384513212442123</id><published>2007-10-08T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:26:40.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;well i believe it all is coming to an end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have no love, I am only  a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love never fails. But when there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; whee there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;oh well, i guess we're gonna pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7867384513212442123?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7867384513212442123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7867384513212442123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7867384513212442123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7867384513212442123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-i-believe-it-all-is-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8700446328440492125</id><published>2007-09-25T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:53:04.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm closer to where i started,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shall be my last post in a long long long long time. there are two reasons for this. the first is that i really really really need whatever little time i have now to study. i know i sound like a bloody mugger but if i don't bloody mug now, you would probably find my bloodied body at the bottom of my block come next march... actually, i made a promise never to commit suicide via jumping down a building, but you get my idea. the other is that i seemed to have lost my blogging abilities (and my writing abilities as well, judging by my recent grades in essays) and words don't come to my brains and fingers and what not as easily as it used to be in the past. so even if i want to blog, i don't really know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it when people smile like that. and i don't like to have dreams like that. honestly, if dreams are really wishes our hearts make when we are asleep, i wish to disown my heart. i'm not making any sense, am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, everything is going to be over soon, so let us all hang on for dear life and hug each other when it is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm chasing after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8700446328440492125?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8700446328440492125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8700446328440492125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8700446328440492125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8700446328440492125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-closer-to-where-i-started-this-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8001882180602662433</id><published>2007-09-20T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:12:58.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i tried to change but i changed my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you have been living under a rock, you would have known by now that JOSE MOURINHO HAS LEFT CHELSEA BY 'MUTUAL CONSENT.' GOOD RIDDANCE TO BAD RUBBISH, I SAY. HA! now, if only roman abramovich will do the same - it will be the best thing that has happened to the world over the last decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i saw this really sweet dress at daniel yam's and i think i'm going to buy it for prom and my brother's wedding. i know everybody say daniel yam's stuff is really common and that there's a big chance that someone else will turn up in same dress, BUT I AM TOO LAZY TO GO AND LOOK AROUND ALRIGHT. and besides, if everybody decides to skip daniel yam because they think everybody will go there, nobody will buy from daniel yam and i shall be the only one wearing daniel yam, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is such a pity marc jacobs is gay. he is very good-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, does anybody out there own the sopranos' dvd or something? i think i would really like to watch it because it is about the mobsters! and you know i have been in love with mobsters ever since john abruzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;michelle: ok! can we watch the rat one?&lt;br /&gt;zhihan: exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;think i'll have another glass of mexican wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8001882180602662433?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8001882180602662433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8001882180602662433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8001882180602662433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8001882180602662433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-tried-to-change-but-i-changed-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7548564208801635865</id><published>2007-09-15T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:44:40.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't want my love to go to waste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think chris crocker is nuts. if you don't know who chris crocker is, i suggest you go search youtube. try very hard not to cringe though. oh, and it's a he, though he really looks otherwise. that said, i think britney's new song is pretty catchy and for some strange reason, i really really like the first line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, did you know england kena trashed by south africa 36-0 in rugby? SO EMBARRASSING CAN. thank heavens i didn't stay up to watch the match, i would probably have killed myself. speaking of killing, i really felt like killing novak djokovic while i was watching part of his match against roger federer early monday morning. SEVEN set points, can you believe it? thank heavens i only had to witness two of them. i still adore djokovic though, he's like the dorkiest tennis player in the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims inflicts really terrible pain on your fingers. i think after the whole thing, i shall treat my fingers to some pampering by not doing any writing (ie no homework).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLY:&lt;br /&gt;michelle: SO GOOD!! you know i just realised that so far, i only watched ONE movie this year. so pathetic, right?! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want you and your beautiful soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7548564208801635865?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7548564208801635865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7548564208801635865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7548564208801635865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7548564208801635865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-want-my-love-to-go-to-waste-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-5622851539165350014</id><published>2007-09-05T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:24:09.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;now that it's all said and done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering why did fernando torres look so different at last week's derby county match when i realised that he curled his hair. !!! well, normally i really really hate guy with curly hair because most of the time they really look ugly with it (see justin timberlake, kobe bryant etc.) but it's fernando torres and fernando torres looks good in everything. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love library @ orchard. why do they have to close it down, WHY??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i think tim and kellie from hi5 grew fatter, which is a pity because he was handsome and she was quite pretty. i am not saying that they look ugly now, but they were much better-looking in the past. and i really miss kathleen. that new girl just don't feel right. i just found out from wikipedia that her leave is permanent, which is really really really really sad. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is this really weird person who wore leopard prints to her match during the us open. she's american and she plays in the double. i really don't know what on earth is she thinking when she wore the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLY:&lt;br /&gt;rinna: awwww, i miss you too. and we sound really les. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i think i should like, start hitting my notes now. like, literally. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't believe you were the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-5622851539165350014?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5622851539165350014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=5622851539165350014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5622851539165350014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5622851539165350014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-that-its-all-said-and-done-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3394024748265185715</id><published>2007-09-01T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:48:20.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hate is a strong word, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually quite disappointed with gossip girl's ending. as much as i love serena and dislike blair, its really really really hard to picture serena really in love with nate and nate in love with both the girls. and i really really think they should end the series instead of continuing on with the triplets, because, well, there can only be one serena, blair, nate, dan, vanessa blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i sound as though they are real people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i stayed up last night (well, this morning technically) to watch djokovic &amp; stephanek (spelling?) match and let's just say it's totally worth it. i adore djokovic, even though his hair is a bit too thick for my liking and he does weird things like smelling his shoes after the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need to pee. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but i really, really, really don't like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3394024748265185715?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3394024748265185715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3394024748265185715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3394024748265185715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3394024748265185715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/hate-is-strong-word-i-am-actually-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-5475110944468422511</id><published>2007-08-31T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:29:27.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's you and me and of all the people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! WARINER WON!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WARINER, WARINER, WARINER! YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my mom mistook mother theresa for virgin mary. it's a funny story, but it sounds funnier in chinese so i shall save it for face to face conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAARRRRRRRRRINER! gosh, i love this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, stupid liu xiang just has to spoil my joy by winning the 100m hurdles. GAH. and that means, of course, straits times will be all over him tomorrow instead of jeremy wariner. !#*)($@&amp;%)*(&amp;amp;$*(%&amp;@*(%&amp;amp;*(%@&amp;%*(&amp;amp;%*(%@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;with nothing to do, nothing to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-5475110944468422511?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5475110944468422511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=5475110944468422511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5475110944468422511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5475110944468422511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-its-you-and-me-and-of-all-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7330536508884093728</id><published>2007-08-30T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:21:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's still so hard to be who you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the men's 400m finals is tomorrow. i can't wait. there is no 'live' broadcast, but i guess i could tune in to iaaf radio and utilise my imagination to picture jeremy wariner running to victory (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mtv should really just keep to showing mtv. and they should just stick to english songs. some chinese songs are nice, but, there is a channel called mtv mandarin for a reason alright. and i think rihanna is super unimaginative. first, it was umbrellas for "umbrella" and now it's cars for "shut up and drive." seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just wondering how old james blunt was in 1973 when i went wikipedia and realised he was born in 1974.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but you come this far with a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7330536508884093728?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7330536508884093728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7330536508884093728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7330536508884093728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7330536508884093728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-its-still-so-hard-to-be-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-9034284320186605610</id><published>2007-08-29T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:46:39.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;those are all very beautiful words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;s&gt;quite&lt;/s&gt; upset with the world (wide web). BECAUSE I SEARCHED AND SEARCHED AND THERE IS NO VIDEO OF JEREMY WARINER IN YESTERDAY'S 400M HEATS! !@#$%^&amp;*())(*&amp;amp;^%$#@! that meant that i only got to watch the heat ONCE, when it was shown on eurosport early yesterday morning. and once is NOT enough, alright. it's jeremy wariner. and besides, it was quite a funny, weird and really cool heat. also, the world wide web do not have the videos of the 4 goals liverpool slammed past toulouse this morning. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think justine henin's dress at the us open is very nice. i'd hate to admit this, but serena williams' dress is also very nice. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLY:&lt;br /&gt;kenny: no, he doesn't. and the more you keep talking about hewitt, the more i am going to think you are GAY. haha. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall go. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but actions speak louder, in case you haven't heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-9034284320186605610?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9034284320186605610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=9034284320186605610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/9034284320186605610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/9034284320186605610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/those-are-all-very-beautiful-words-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3227379581860818966</id><published>2007-08-27T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:48:56.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i never thought you could break me apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD ATHLETICS CHAMPIONSHIPS HAS STARTED IN OSAKA. and starhub, despite making &lt;s&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt; my brother pay SO much more for the sports package, is NOT showing it live. !(*!#*()&amp;%@)(*()&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;$!*&amp;$ anyway, i think carolina kluft is very pretty and her legs are like, super long and nice. ok, i think i sounded very lesbian saying that. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i really can't seem to get my butt down to studying. :/ and my stupid head is still hurting thanks to some "tension headache." and my mom is  scared that i might have gotten water in my brain since i always sleep with my hair wet. haha! oh, well, i guess dying of brain damage won't be that bad. it will be quite instantaneous right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i think kasper whatshislastname is super adorable. i feel like flying over to manchester now and pinch his cheeks. haha! and i think man u has the ugliest squad this season, seriously. the most decent-looking guy in the squad is like... ok, i really cannot think of a decent looking guy. and chelsea squad is just as bad, if not worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention that i have cracked the 1000 games mark in freecell? i think from now onwards, one of my ambition in life is to finish all the games in freecell before i die. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think this is a very weird post. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i keep a sinister smile and a hole in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3227379581860818966?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3227379581860818966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3227379581860818966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3227379581860818966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3227379581860818966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-never-thought-you-could-break-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8140332642148390838</id><published>2007-08-23T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:20:49.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hey hey you you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very happy because i just borrowed the last gossip girl book. ANYWAY, if i have a lot of money now, i think i would just go amazon.com and order all the books. it takes forever for nlb to purchase them, it seems. and even when they do finally purchase it, it takes forever for me to find it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;england lost again which is really crappy. frank lampard was the one who scored some more, which makes it even more crappy. i used to adore lampard and all that because he was good looking but that was before he broke xabi alonso's ankle. and besides, it was around that period when michael owen started shaving and frank got fat, so he easily lost the crown of england's most handsome player back to owen again. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what you said make a hell lot of bloody sense. i always get the kick out of doing 'well' (reasonably, at least) in subjects that my teachers were certain that i would fail (or do badly, at least). HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, this may be my last post for quite a while because i really need to study. ok, i am really tired. i think i shall go sleep now. BYEBYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag reply:&lt;br /&gt;michelle: :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't like your girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8140332642148390838?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8140332642148390838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8140332642148390838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8140332642148390838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8140332642148390838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-hey-you-you-i-am-very-happy-because.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3423972962032818586</id><published>2007-08-20T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:56:28.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"if chelsea are naive and pure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, I AM EIGHTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE ROB STYLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to swear like a true red bloody eighteen years-old, but decided against it, since it is my big day and i should stay happy. anyway, &lt;s&gt;my dear&lt;/s&gt; jose whatsyourlastname, SAYING YOUR TEAM IS "NAIVE" AND "PURE" IS LIKE SAYING PARIS HILTON IS "VIRGINAL" AND "INNOCENT" ALRIGHT. !*()%@&amp;*()@$^&amp;amp;amp;(!*^%(*@&amp;%(*$&amp;amp;@*(%&amp;*()^%&amp;amp;#^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said, fernando torres did give me a lot to cheer about. look jose, even though torres is not "naive" and "pure," AT LEAST HE LOOKS SOMEWHAT LIKE IT. tell me, do (name any player in the chelsea squad) looks somewhat "pure" and "naive" to you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to go ntuc and buy some liquor and cigarettes today just for the heck of it. my mom said i am "heng wu liao," and after thinking it through, i realise she was right. thus, so far, i have not made use of my 18-year-old privileges. except maybe the cursing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, thank you all very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very veryvery very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very much for your well wishes and gifts. I LOVE ALL OF YOU. especially my family (and pets) and michelle tung. the former because they woke up so early to celebrate my birthday with me and the latter because she queued up to buy donuts. :D:D:D:D:D:D YAY. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;then i am little red riding hood."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3423972962032818586?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3423972962032818586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3423972962032818586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3423972962032818586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3423972962032818586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-chelsea-are-naive-and-pure-hello-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-793371851557940555</id><published>2007-08-18T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:28:09.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;let's rearrange,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a picture of ALL my stuffed toys just now. and did a so-called population census. very lame, but i was bored. and besides, i was reminiscing alright. the last time i took a picture of all my stuffed toys was a long long time ago. when i was in primary 6, i think. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have been having a lot of dreams lately. dreams that involve at random people at random places doing random things. weird, but strangely comforting because in my dreams, i saw many many many people that i miss so much and haven't had a chance to see them over the past year. actually, i think i really suck at maintaining contact. i don't really bother to call, sms, email or msn people to ask them how they are and stuff. i just leave them to take the initiative, you know? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went wikipedia and scan through the articles about the 43 usa presidents. oh, and i read up about the jfk assassination. it was not as interesting as i thought it would be though. :( oh, and apparently, the cinematic version of the butterfly effect had a different ending from the dvd version. a HAPPIER ending. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall go bathe. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i wish you were a stranger that i can disengage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-793371851557940555?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/793371851557940555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=793371851557940555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/793371851557940555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/793371851557940555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-rearrange-i-took-picture-of-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6207856430950039674</id><published>2007-08-17T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:41:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;as long as we live, time passes by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT I THINK WILL HAPPEN AT THE END OF SHOU ZHU 2: yingjun, yusheng and the rest of the good people will live happily ever after. and all the bad people like shuiling and martin will either die, get disfigured or turn over a new leaf. or something. very cliché and very channel 8, but i like happy endings. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can't help but feel jealous towards the hong kongers, indians blah blah blah because THEY HAVE ESPN/STAR SPORTS' COVERAGE OF &lt;s&gt;EPL&lt;/s&gt; BPL AND I AM STUCK WITH STARHUB'S. who apparently do not think it is really weird, lame, ridiculous and stupid to show the SAME match on TWO DIFFERENT channels AT THE SAME TIME.  i would feel indignant and cheated for my brother (for having to fork out so much extra for this crap) had he not deemed me a bimbo a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bored, and i just recalled this fun thing from michelle's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Using the song title to answer each question, even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;4. Tag 5 people at their tagboard to ask them to do this!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boys like girls - hero/heroine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i am actually feeling quite heroic since i just typed out the ENTIRE mj subject combination for my junior a while ago. bloody mj website. so beautiful and yet do not provide useful information such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big &amp; rich - lost in this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably not since i keep getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plain white t's - our time now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! i don't want to get married now can. not in my brother's room anyway. but this is a happy lovey-dovey song so i guess it is a good sign. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lostprophets - 4am forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my best friend suffers from insomnia. or maybe she is just a freak that wakes up really early! haha! sorry, rinna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plain white t's - hey there delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SONG DOES NOT HAVE A HAPPY ENDING! :( oh, well. at least there is some random guitar-playing boy pining for me somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was primary school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;justin timberlake - summer love/set the mood prelude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fengshan IS love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bon jovi - (you want to) make a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fill everybody's brains with memories of me, i guess. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sum 41 - underclass hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are all heroic people, like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the red jumpsuit apparatus - face down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face down in my notes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evanescence - good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self-explanatory. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rihanna feat. jay-z - umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elliott yamin - wait for you&lt;br /&gt;because i will wait for them up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hannah montana - nobody's perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not perfect, but good enough. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelly clarkson - sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ciara feat. 50 cent - can't leave 'em alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take that as a yes, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simon webbe - my soul pleads for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by pleading for someone, i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lifehouse - first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit! people are so going to think that i had a shotgun marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;joyce: thank you sooooooooo much! you made my day!&lt;br /&gt;michelle: :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and we won't get it back when we die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6207856430950039674?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6207856430950039674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6207856430950039674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6207856430950039674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6207856430950039674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-long-as-we-live-time-passes-by-this_17.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1053229924901585463</id><published>2007-08-15T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:12:28.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a pebble in the water makes a ripple effect;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHANG YING. i think he is the funniest, cheekiest and most idiotic badass ever. i think i will miss shou zhu when it ends this friday. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MUNCHY DONUTS. it is just as nice, if not nicer, than pop doh. but, no people, go on and queue at donut factory so that when i finally am hardworking enough to make a trip down to muchy donuts, i won't have to queue, yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep. and i think school is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; fucked up that i should just pon as many days as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;jun yu: ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;hsin mei: ok.&lt;br /&gt;zhihan: over my dead body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;every action in this world will bear a consequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1053229924901585463?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1053229924901585463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1053229924901585463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1053229924901585463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1053229924901585463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/pebble-in-water-makes-ripple-effect-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-4064855720960112831</id><published>2007-08-11T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:55:02.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;time square can't shine as bright as you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want man u, or worse, chelsea to win the premiership. and though my heart begs to differ, i really doubt liverpool will claim the title either. so i hope some team, like, wigan (i have a soft spot for them) will stun everybody and walk away with the premiership crown instead. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;alicia: haaha. you should have went for mr. lee's birthday party. and yeah, a's suck. :(&lt;br /&gt;jun yu: omg, please don't.&lt;br /&gt;hsin mei: GOT THAT PICTURE? I DON'T HAVE IT IN MY COM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i swear it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-4064855720960112831?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4064855720960112831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=4064855720960112831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4064855720960112831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4064855720960112831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-square-cant-shine-as-bright-as-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-5545212175485902422</id><published>2007-08-09T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:42:54.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really bored. i know i should be studying, but i think it is very disrespectful to the nation if i spent her birthday studying instead of celebrating. i mean, how would YOU feel if your friend canceled out on you on your birthday because he/she wants/needs to study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i spent the day downloading nice songs. and i need to get yellowcard's new album. the reviews i read were all good and the 30 seconds preview i heard over itunes were like, whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went blog hopping recently (because i was really bored) and well, i just realized that it has been a bloody long time since i last bitched about someone. like, really really really bitched. the post about our lovely teachers don't count alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, it was quite an old issue and i was willing to let sleeping dogs lie. but since miss piggy decides to rake up the issue in her blog again, i shall complement her and rake up the issue in my blog... no, not again because i was too slow to participate in the bitchfest last year. but it's ok, it's always better late than never and besides, i am really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, quoting from her blog directly is an infringement of some copyright law (i really doubt so, but never mind), so i shall try to paraphrase whatever she said. mind you though, my paraphrasing skills suck so pardon me if whatever i say in the latter paragraphs make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think my lovely classmates are idiots with no brains. idiots, maybe. but, NO BRAINS? oi, you are talking the people that make up the second smartest class in mjc, &lt;s&gt;my dear&lt;/s&gt; miss piggy. if we are stupid, what are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, i seriously doubt you did any better than the two people you were targeting at for the mid-years. so like i said, if they are brainless morons, what are you? it's either you are their equal or something worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and don't give me the crap that they probably mugged harder than you. i am their classmate, their friend, their comrade, do you seriously think you know them better than i do, miss piggy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i am tempted to throw in an expletive here and there, but apparently miss piggy doesn't like them, so never mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry that you had been forced to tie your hair and take off your really ugly bling (trust me, some people just cannot carry off so much bling) by me during the camp, but like they said, when in rome, do what the romans do. and if you had just listened and did what you were told to do when we were exiting the school, i wouldn't have to accost you in the mrt. seriously, if you feel paiseh (but i doubt you did, because you have really thick skin, even for a pig), you think i don't feel the same huh? it's a public place and it's not really nice to have 4768787687 pairs of eyes staring at you while you try to talk some sense into a pig. and i think your memory must have a little bit rusty, because i certainly don't recall shouting at you in the mrt. raised  my voice, maybe (but i really don't think so). but, shouting? in your dreams, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people may don't like me after what i did, but let's just say, you ain't no better, miss piggy. and, why do i get the feeling that people like me more than they like you? hmm... NAH, my overactive imagination must be misleading me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, miss piggy used this very very very very difficult word in trying to, i don't know, justify her reason for not getting even with my friend. i tried to find out the meaning, but failed because according to dictionary.com, such a word don't exist. shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said, i don't think my friend is blind at all. the girl, she's pretty, skinny, sporty, more so when compared to you. if my friend is blind, i really really cannot imagine a) the kind of brain damage that your ex-boyfriends were suffering from when they agreed to go steady with you, b) the trauma they must surely had when they were with you and c) the relieve when it is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch, was that too mean, miss piggy? pardon me then, i am really bored. so i apologise to make you feel better (if you even read this blog in the first place) ok. I AM REALLY SORRY MISS PIGGY, BUT I WON'T ASK YOU FOR FORGIVENESS BECAUSE I KNOW I DON'T DESERVE IT. i am off to eat my pork chops now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag reply:&lt;br /&gt;zhihan: lol. what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'cuz our run would never be over, not at least until we say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-5545212175485902422?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5545212175485902422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=5545212175485902422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5545212175485902422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5545212175485902422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-if-you-see-us-in-club-go-on-and-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6552249387241978383</id><published>2007-08-07T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:05:32.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;look at this photograph,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the xiao hong dian show on ch8 and they went to elgin bridge, which really brings back memories of orientation 2, which was only, if you think about it, FIVE months ago. i miss orientation and those crazy days as a freshie, an ogl, a councillor. and if you think about it again, good heavens! in another 2 months, we will be bidding goodbye to our wild days in the jc and hello to god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will you miss when it's time to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RriGybfTyYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I9b_GUnt9JI/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RriGybfTyYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I9b_GUnt9JI/s320/collage4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095971179300374914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RriJ97fTybI/AAAAAAAAABU/5Pdr51JUi9U/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RriJ97fTybI/AAAAAAAAABU/5Pdr51JUi9U/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095974675403753906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RriJ97fTycI/AAAAAAAAABc/1HLSsYpuPQg/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RriJ97fTycI/AAAAAAAAABc/1HLSsYpuPQg/s320/collage6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095974675403753922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RriGyrfTyZI/AAAAAAAAABE/dXbZa9VPJFg/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RriGyrfTyZI/AAAAAAAAABE/dXbZa9VPJFg/s320/collage5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095971183595342226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RriGx7fTyXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3EUWZXlm_-I/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RriGx7fTyXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3EUWZXlm_-I/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095971170710440306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, i am just looking for an excuse to play with picasa and make these nice collages. they are so nice, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think kimi raikkonen should just stick to speaking finnish because i cannot understand a single word of english that comes out from his mouth. and i don't like lewis hamilton as much as the rest of the world because he swore at rod dennis. and in my opinion, rod dennis is a very cool guy who doesn't deserve to be sworn at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epl is starting soon, yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;joyce &amp; hsin mei: www.brancia.com... the hidden web counter is actually at my credits there. it has the logo, but just not the actual counter. haha. and hsin mei, i haven't watch rush hour 2. :(&lt;br /&gt;michelle: no leh, i think they got together at the end of this part, i think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;mich: of course, he is torres can! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;everytime i do it makes me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6552249387241978383?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6552249387241978383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6552249387241978383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6552249387241978383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6552249387241978383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/look-at-this-photograph-i-was-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RriGybfTyYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I9b_GUnt9JI/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-5800342478403584489</id><published>2007-08-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:04:44.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this world we live in;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this secret desire/wish that china will not win a single bloody gold medal at next year's olympics. and i think jeremy wariner should NEVER take off his sunglasses. he looks really really really really really weird and unchaoahbeng and uncool without them. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually had a nice blog post about the &lt;s&gt;funny&lt;/s&gt; stupid things that footballers sometimes say, but the different font sizes made the whole thing look super ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some idiots are screaming at the top of their voices into the mike outside the cc that is near my house, which is damn irritating. and they just blasted deng li jun's songs. like, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch simpsons, disturbia and 881.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think some people are just so wrapped up in their own world that they are completely oblivious to their surroundings. that comment was uncalled for and it is ridiculously lame and lamely ridiculous. i am being discreet here, so don't bother to figure out who am i referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wish that the things that someone said will come back to haunt them in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i now have a hidden web counter installed. it gives me more reliable information as to how many people are viewing this blog now as compared to my beloved taggyboard. it also gives me other random interesting information like, what web browser are my visitors on. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x games is awesomely cool. i can't believe i used to switch the channel whenever i see "x games" on the screen. too bad the looks of the participants don't really reflect the coolness of the sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-5800342478403584489?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5800342478403584489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=5800342478403584489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5800342478403584489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5800342478403584489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-world-we-live-in-i-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1649467520802705857</id><published>2007-08-04T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:28:28.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face down in the dirt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM 29/07/07's EDITION OF THE NEW PAPER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  David Beckham ensured that he left a lasting impression during one of his last appearances in England.&lt;br /&gt;  At Silverstone early this month to catch the British Grand Prix, he was asked by a television presenter, "is this your first time here for an F1 race?"&lt;br /&gt;  Beckham's reply?&lt;br /&gt;  "This is the first time I have been able to make it in person."&lt;br /&gt;  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;  A superstar footballer he may be, but Einstein he is not.&lt;br /&gt;  Like his fellow millionaires in the sport, Beckham is often accused of lacking something in the logic department.&lt;br /&gt;  As they say, it's a funny old game. But some footballers take it too literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;BECKSPEAK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My parents have been there for me, ever since I was about 7."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Alex Ferguson is the best manager I've ever had at this level. Well, he's the only manager I've actually had at this level. But he's the best manager I've ever had."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're definitely going to get Brooklyn christened, but we don't know into which religion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's going to be difficult for me - I've never had to learn a language and now I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I can play in the centre, on the right, and occasionally on the left side." - Beckham, when asked if he thought he was a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;volatile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;OTHERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't settle in Italy - it was like living in a foreign country." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian Rush&lt;/span&gt;, on why he failed at Juventus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to play for an Italian club, like Barcelona" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Can someone show &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark Draper&lt;/span&gt; where Spain is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The important thing was we got the three points" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wayne Bridge&lt;/span&gt; on Chelsea's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carling Cup final&lt;/span&gt; win over Arsenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was watching the Blackburn game on TV on Sunday when it flashed on the screen that George (Ndah) had scored... My first reaction was to ring him up. Then I remembered he was out there playing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ade Akinbiyi&lt;/span&gt; probably carries his mobile phone with him on the pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've had 14 bookings this season - 8 of which were my fault, but 7 of which were disputable"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Gascoigne&lt;/span&gt; shows he's no maths genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Glenn Hoddle said one word to his team at half-time, it was concentration and focus." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ron Atkinson&lt;/span&gt; is no maths genius, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Robert Lee was able to do some running on his groin for the first time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glenn Hoddle&lt;/span&gt; lauds Lee's pain threshold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They could've thrown a kitchen sink into the box and one of the guys would've headed it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Lambert &lt;/span&gt;lauds the Scots' bravery/stupidity against the Dutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"When you're 4-0 up, you should never lose 7-1." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laurie McMenemy&lt;/span&gt;'s logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Home advantage gives you an advantage." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bobby Robson&lt;/span&gt;'s logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I always used to put my right boot on first, and then obviously my right sock." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barry Venison&lt;/span&gt; is obviously one confused lad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would not be bothered if we lost every game, as long as we won the league." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Tell us how, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark Viduka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wayne Rooney can go all the way to the top if he keeps his head firmly on the ground." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Unsworth &lt;/span&gt;knows a way to handle Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The 33- or 34-year-olds will be 36 or 37 by the time the next World Cup comes around, if they're not careful." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Wise words from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin Keegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"What i said to them at half-time would be unprintable on radio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerry Francsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If history is going to repeat itself, I should think we can expect the same thing again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terry Venables &lt;/span&gt;illustrates the art of stating the obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Germany are a very difficult team to play - they had 11 internationals out there today." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Northern Ireland's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steve Lomas&lt;/span&gt; explains why Germany outplayed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she said, "this doesn't hurt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1649467520802705857?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1649467520802705857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1649467520802705857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1649467520802705857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1649467520802705857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-you-walk-away-from-290707s-edition.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1579590148732268329</id><published>2007-08-03T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:35:16.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and all at once, the crowd begins to sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY WISHLIST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;8 days subscription&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbie dolls&lt;br /&gt;birthday cardssssss&lt;br /&gt;brown-black pen&lt;br /&gt;camera&lt;br /&gt;chocolates&lt;br /&gt;cute think's nice cloth cat wallet&lt;br /&gt;donut factory's donuts (i never eat before :()&lt;br /&gt;food (e.g. roti prata, lasagna, blah blah blah)&lt;br /&gt;gv's gold class tickets to some random movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;fernando torres&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;first class sia air tickets on the new airbus plane&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipod nano/shuffle&lt;br /&gt;koka's stir-fried flavoured instant noodles&lt;br /&gt;mac&lt;br /&gt;mob tv subscription&lt;br /&gt;nice creamy chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;nice dress by celine&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'paper walls' cd&lt;br /&gt;old polly pockets&lt;br /&gt;slippers, i like. :D&lt;br /&gt;stuffed toyS, i like more. :D&lt;br /&gt;the sims 2 pets&lt;br /&gt;the sims 2 seasons&lt;br /&gt;the sims 2 bon voyage&lt;br /&gt;the sims 2 celebration stuff pack&lt;br /&gt;the sims 2 h&amp;m fashion stuff pack&lt;br /&gt;storybooks&lt;br /&gt;swimsuit :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;world peace.&lt;/s&gt; haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, in case you were wondering, this is my very (x1000) important post. and no, it is not complete. but at my present groggy state now, i can't really think of more. if you really really really want to know what else i really really really want, feel free to browse through my christmas' wishlists over the past few years. my wants don't really change very much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i am not really looking forward to turning 18. it is getting absurd that at my age, i am still mistaken for some bloody 15/16 years old kid. and besides, turning one year older means you are getting older. :/ and it also means you have one less year to live... ok la, maybe it's not that bad after all, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must remember to wish me happy birthday ok, it will make my day. hoho. and if you still don't know when is my big day, what can i say? you must be tired of living. haha! ok, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLY:&lt;br /&gt;michelle: nooooo! got another 40 more showing at the end of the year haha. and no, it's not my birthday post, but close enough. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1579590148732268329?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1579590148732268329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1579590148732268329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1579590148732268329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1579590148732268329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-all-at-once-crowd-begins-to-sing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8029083357813892548</id><published>2007-07-31T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:50:13.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you're so ridiculous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to my mom, i apparently ate two already spoilt sausages without knowing it. so i hope that my tummy will be so weak that i will end up diarrhoea-ing for the next two-three days so i won't have to got to school, YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could twitch my nose a la samantha in bewitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce: haha, stuff like that is always fun can.&lt;br /&gt;hsin mei: oi! my chinese not that lan can!&lt;br /&gt;iris: i donno! :( but next week yingjun got hold press conference and declare his love for yusheng, yayness!&lt;br /&gt;jun yu: you better be. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i can barely stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8029083357813892548?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8029083357813892548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8029083357813892548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8029083357813892548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8029083357813892548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/youre-so-ridiculous-according-to-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1088300172249241866</id><published>2007-07-29T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:05:33.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when darkness turns to light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i had a dream on friday night that i got, hahahaha! suspended because of my friday's post*. and though i don't belive it will happen ('cos i don't think the relevant authorities read my blog), i think it is better to err on the side of caution and kick my beloved post into the archives. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am quite surprised that the new paper and straits times didn't like, laugh torres for missing the penalty or something. but then again, look at him, WHO ON EARTH WILL BEAR TO LAUGH AT SUCH A PRETTY FACE, I ASK YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RqwYWLfTySI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2dZW3axmtF8/s1600-h/75028653ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092472047969487138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RqwYWLfTySI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2dZW3axmtF8/s320/75028653ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;actually, he looks a bit gay at times, but, never mind. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ok, i am back to posting about mindless, aimless and harmless stuff. but stay tuned for a very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very important post coming up. hohoho!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*if you are slow, you can always check out friday's post in the archives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;eugene &amp; tak wai: thank you!&lt;br /&gt;yiming: heh, you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;jun yu: SO YOU MEAN YOU ARE LESS THAN WILLING TO READ MY OTHER LONG POSTS LA. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;michelle: haha. but the first part ending already. :(&lt;br /&gt;hwei ting: lol. not worked up la, no worries. its' all in the name of fun.&lt;br /&gt;hsin mei: 'cos easier to read than your post in chinese right?! i gave up reading after one sentence can! hahahahahaa. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ends tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1088300172249241866?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1088300172249241866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1088300172249241866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1088300172249241866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1088300172249241866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-darkness-turns-to-light-actually-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJ0DF4SoXFA/RqwYWLfTySI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2dZW3axmtF8/s72-c/75028653ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1616057191259914683</id><published>2007-07-27T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:21:12.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;we'll scream at the top of our lungs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am watching the liverpool-portsmouth match and they show a few shots of this girl with a placard that said (in spanish), "hello, torres. can i have your jersey please?" or something like that. this struck me as really weird.i mean, yeah, ok, i can understand why she wants torres' jersey. but really, does she want it so badly that she's willing to take a jersey that is soaked in sweat, spit and mud? eeeeeeeeeeeeeewk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were her, i would probably write a placard that says in ENGLISH (let's not insult his english alright, i am sure its not that bad), "hello fernando (because i think its rude to call people by their surnames, i mean, i wouldn't want people to call me tan), can i have the jersey that you wore when benitez (now i use the surname because i don't know how to spell his name) unveiled you as the new liverpool signing, please? thank you." of course, i will really need a big placard to squeeze all those words in, but you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID TORRES BOY, I JUST KNEW HE HAS TO MISS THE BLOODY PENALTY. so kuku can. he better score a lot a lot a lot of goals and keep looking so &lt;s&gt;handsome&lt;/s&gt; pretty or he will DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i will bear to kill him, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think benitez should get rid of his beard. ok, fine, it hides its double chin but it makes him look a) super ugly b) super super ugly c) super super super ugly and d) super super super super super ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think yusheng and yingjun's embrace was way too short for my liking. boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the teachers want us to like them more, perhaps they should play favourites less. yeah, sure, i guess playing favourites is something inevitable, something that all of us do everyday. but, really. do they have to make it so obvious as to who they prefer and who they don't? don't they know anything about being discreet? it is super bloody irritating when one can do no wrong just because one is the teacher's pet while others can't seem to do everything right just because they aren't the teacher's pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a teacher's pet do badly in a certain subject, for example, i don't really see teachers blaming the pet for a) not studying hard enough b) not practicing hard enough or &lt;s&gt;c) not being smart enough&lt;/s&gt;. which, is not wrong, of course, because i am pretty certain that the pet did study and did practice hard enough, but hard enough just wasn't quite enough. no, it is not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it becomes wrong when someone who is not a teacher's pet do badly in a certain subject and the teacher blame the person for a) not studying hard enough b) not practicing hard enough when i am pretty sure that the person has done the above, but, just like the pet, hard enough wasn't enough for the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said, i think it is ridiculous to peg somebody's extent of revision/hard work based on that person's grades. life is unfair, sweetheart. sometimes you work so bloody hard for something but you don't get the results and sometimes, you work so unbloody hard for something, and you get the results. this situation is prevalent everywhere in life and i am surprised that you, being someone whom my mother will say eat more salt than i eat rice, didn't realise this when you wrote those comments on those result slips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say in all honesty, that even though you are a reasonably nice teacher (to me, at least and before this whole fiasco started), the fact remains that you hardly interact with us. question you with regards to how we feel about each other, school, what we adore, what we detest blah blah blah, and you would probably draw a blank (did i use this phrase correctly?). so i really don't think that you are fit to judge whether a person is a positive influence or a negative influence on someone else. after all, how much do you really know him, her, us, them? and come on, the person don't even look and behave as though he/she is a negative influence, unlike say, paris hilton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think it is really bad and unkind and mean and generally bitchy of you to spin tales about my friends. ok, so maybe you have an overactive imagination and you need some outlet to let it all out (after all, with the subject you are teaching, you can hardly have anytime to utilise your imagination), but, why can't you just do something more positive instead? like, write a nice little story about naughty boys and girls who come back to school to, no, not study, but to just say hi and bye to his/her friends. how about a nice little story about how a person has x-ray eyes and can look through ceilings to see what's directly below them! i mean, you may discover a jk rowling in you and then, guess what? YOU WILL BE RICH. woo-hoo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granted, i also think you are a reasonably nice teacher, in all honesty. and i think you genuinely care about your students. but, really, do you really have to make it clear as to whom most of your care and concern is directed to? seriously, sometimes, my eyes really get tired from rolling around thanks to your extra care and concern for... someone (guess who? I AM NOT GOING TO SAY), especially when there are other people who need more help around. you know, i can be really bitchy and talk about that particular day in term 2, but, oh heck, i shall be really bitchy by talking about the day in term 2. in term 2, somebody's birthday came, just like everyone else before. but, oh, no. you don't want to give that person a nice delicious birthday cake just like what everybody else got. that person has to be special! and so, in comes in a nice big plastic bag with a nice lovely wrapper which in most likelihood, contains a nice big present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN MY PARENTS DON'T GIVE ME SUCH BIG PRESENTS CAN (ok la, actually my dad gave me a rather big kitchen set when i was still in nursery/kindergarten, but never mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, i really wish you would just answer questions instead of just asking us to accept whatever it is written. i mean, sure, i really couldn't care less because i am more than willing to just accept whatever it is written but i am really one of the rare few out there, trust me. the others, they are more curious than me (in this kind of things anyway) and they really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, when somebody seeks your help in clarifying matters, the person really really needs your help. if the person intended to ask you to make matters worse, the person will tell you that. really, if you had intended to make matters worse, i think it is only right if you had told the person so instead of giving the person false hope and wrong ideas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;that said, your whole department is anal. sorry that i have to use such a term, but that is really the best description which i can fit your department into. it is anal the way we are being forced to regard the subject as being THE most important subject in our lives and it is anal the way we are being forced to use your way of answering (right down to the exact phrase) and no one else, i mean, really. have you ever heard of the term synonyms? and i am sorry to break this to you, but at this point in life, every subject to us is important, and unlike you teachers, we cannot afford to play favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i think it is annoying how you always like to signal out the councillors back when our term was not yet over and kindly ignore the fact that, at that point in time, SOME OF THE COUNCILLORS WERE DOING REASONABLY WELL. and even if not reasonably well, most of us were trying our best anyway. sorry if our best wasn't enough for you, now why don't you go target those who led relatively less busy lives than us but still do as badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was in the past, and i shall let bygones be bygones and not dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lt5 is cramped beyond the max, can you just please do us a favour, reduce the number of people by 50 so that we can get a better view? and so that we won't have to sacrifice our neck-numbing front row seats with clear view for back-numbing back row seats with unclear views just because mrs hod's class can't see a shit. OI, IF THEY CANNOT SEE, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK WE CAN. we may be deemed as a smarter class, but just in case you didn't realise, SMARTNESS IS NOT RELATED TO SUPER DUPER GOOD AND PERFECT EYESIGHT. AND IT IS NOT RELATED TO HEIGHT EITHER CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said before, good english teachers are really hard to come by but i dont really have anything against you except for your teaching skills. and the fact that perhaps you could have spoke up a little for me in front of the vp. but, seriously, i don't really have anything against you and my only advice to you is, perhaps you should seek an alternative job. i am sure you can be a really really good gym trainer. or a bodybuilder, which is not too shabby. imagine if you win an asian games gold medal! kaching, donno how many thousands into your bank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, old news, but they are taking away our study break apparently because all our lovely teachers felt that we need all the help we can get. and you are talking about the same teachers who see no wrong in suspending students for bad results. oh, so those students need no help at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to also talk about the old hag in school but i realised i have been talking about her quite a lot in the past few entries, so i shall not talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so this is the end of my tirade. the above thoughts are not meant to elicit any lawsuits from anyone, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and they'll think its just 'cause we're young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1616057191259914683?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1616057191259914683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1616057191259914683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1616057191259914683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1616057191259914683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-scream-at-top-of-our-lungs-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1961430575646294780</id><published>2007-07-27T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:17:19.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we'll get drunk and ride around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID STRAITS TIMES SAY WE WERE UNFANCIED TO WIN THE FLOORBALL CHAMPIONSHIPS. then who were fancied to win, i ask you? bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really don't get teachers who read their students' blogs. i mean, chances are, when we blog about you, we are either complaining/bitching/whining about you (don't try to argue with me on that point, when was the last time you blog something good about a teacher?). sure, it is a fun read for everyone else, but definitely, definitely not for the person who is being bitched about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being teachers, i am sure they all have our interests at heart when they read our blogs. you know, they probably want to know more about us, know how we feel about school, about lessons, about them, so that perhaps, just perhaps, they might able to change their teaching styles to suit our learning needs or their character to make us like them better (because, really, who wouldn't like to be loved?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, if there's one thing that the education system taught me, is that with the exception of a very few, teachers generally do not give a damn about us. and their mentality would probably be like, don't like my teaching style? TOO BAD, you better get used to it lest you fail your exams. or, don't like me? TOO BAD, i am the one who is writing your report slip and don't blame me if i don't like you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i always like to assume the best of people. so, let us all pretend that should there be any teacher who is reading my blog now, he/she really have my best interests at heart and really want to know more about me and how i feel about them so that they can make the necessary adjustments. and so, i really should have no qualms listing down all my g&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;rievances for them to read, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to be on the safe side, i will not state any names. so even if a teacher is really really really really really sure that i am talking about him/her, he/she WILL HAVE NO PROOF. unless he/she readily admits to being such as an asshole as i described him/her out to be, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, let's start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... actually, i don't really know where and how to start. haha. and shou zhu is starting in 6 minutes time and i am really desperate to see yusheng and yingjun's long awaited embrace. so, i shall try to think of all my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt; grievances&lt;/span&gt; later (which shouldn't be too difficult) and write a decent, coherent entry soon. maybe later tonight, tomorrow or sunday. or next week. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will write about it, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;hwei ting: haha.&lt;br /&gt;kenny: huh?&lt;br /&gt;the bro: can you don't read my blog. it gives me the creeps. and i donno what is dichotomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and make peace with this empty town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1961430575646294780?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1961430575646294780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1961430575646294780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1961430575646294780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1961430575646294780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-get-drunk-and-ride-around-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6784715637368622603</id><published>2007-07-24T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:53:39.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;walk on with hope in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to write a very long post about how i feel about teachers reading students' blogs. but i shall save it over the weekend when i have the time to write a decent, coherent entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it is stupid to change the name of epl, why change a good thing, i ask you? and i really really don't like those bloody foreign owners taking over this club, taking over that club. yes, including the 2 american owners that bought liverpool. i mean, really. i think it spoils football and it makes it boring because the title contenders are always the same each year. and though i love liverpool, i do feel bads for the other clubs alright. clubs like fulham, which probably will never get a shot at the trophy unless the sky turns pink or something. it is sad, tragic and boring (like how rj/hci will take turns topping singapore in the 'a' levels). and it turns the beautiful game into an elitist one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;mei &amp; zhihan: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and you'll never walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6784715637368622603?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6784715637368622603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6784715637368622603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6784715637368622603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6784715637368622603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/walk-on-with-hope-in-your-heart-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6775181215530457018</id><published>2007-07-23T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T01:25:47.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT WHEN KIMI CANNOT COMPLETE THE RACE DUE TO SOME (%*()#^&amp;*^&amp;amp;()#* MECHANICAL FAILURE. :( bloody hell, at mclaren also like that. now at ferrari, also like that. i seriously wonder what lady luck has against him. that said, today's (or yesterday's, if you like) f1 race was the most chaotic and funniest and weirdest race i've ever seen. i hope it rains more often. provided that kimi don't miss the bloody pit stop and then kena a !%(#&amp;#*&amp;amp;^# mechanical fault, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i watched the others (finally!) and ocean's eleven (finally!) over the weekend and both movies were really really nice, especially ocean's eleven. i think its super duper cool the way they robbed the vault. and i think brad pitt looks better when he was with jennifer aniston. ha! george clooney looks a bit fat in the film though, i wonder why. i think he looks better on e! and in magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i think those people who went to queue up on saturday just so as to get their hands on the harry potter book ARE REALLY STUPID. firstly because (according to my friends anyway), you can arranged the book to be delivered to your house and secondly because even if you are the first person to get your hands on the book, if you are a bloody slow reader, you will still be one of the last to know the ending. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i don't understand because i never read a single potter book in my life. haha. i think emma watson is very very pretty though. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should sleep now because school is starting in 6++ hours time and my loose cannon of a principal is gonna talk to us first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLY:&lt;br /&gt;jun yu: haha. more screwed than a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6775181215530457018?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6775181215530457018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6775181215530457018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6775181215530457018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6775181215530457018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/hes-reason-for-teardrops-on-my-guitar-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-894405693872447465</id><published>2007-07-21T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:10:16.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we are beautiful in every single way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i say that my principal was nuts in my previous post? I TAKE BACK MY WORDS ALRIGHT. because she is worse off than being nuts. she's totally, completely, off her rocket. and the screws in her brains are all coming out, i tell you. her age is catching up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who in the right mind would suspend students JUST BECAUSE OF BAD RESULTS (i don't give a damn about the attitude part, because in my opinion, if the teachers feel that students show them attitude, the chances are, THEY DESERVE IT). like, seriously. if their results are so bad, wouldn't suspending them make the results worse? like, hello, wouldn't they now have to catch up with whatever they missed out during the suspension? AND that is provided if they ever get unsuspended in the first place. oh sure, they get to revise. but you don't get suspended to revise alright. you pon school to revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hucking fell. i hope she chokes on her own fucking shit and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i watched my first floorball match yesterday. no heartbreaks here as the boys beat vjc 7-3. it was exciting, though rather difficult to watch because the ball was small. but nonetheless, it was exciting. they really should have provided proper seatings though. :/ being short, my view was of course blocked by this really big-sized j1 in front of me. and i am haha! too nice to ask him to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;peishan: I AM ALWAYS ALIVE CAN! it's this blog come alive, haha.&lt;br /&gt;michelle: oooo, driving. good good then next time i can ask u for a ride. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;anna: haha, cos i got more subjects in common with you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and words can't bring us down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-894405693872447465?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/894405693872447465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=894405693872447465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/894405693872447465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/894405693872447465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-are-beautiful-in-every-single-way.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-2662497911121509002</id><published>2007-07-19T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:39:01.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we won't hear a word they say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK MY PRINCIPAL IS NUTS. i mean, seriously. asking someone to reassess whether him/her is suited for JC life with FOUR months left to graduation?! she must be either nuts or plain nuts. the fact that my almost botak classmate got caught for 'long hair' further serves as further proof to the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think it's fair to give the teachers a dressing-down as well. ok, well, so they were at fault for setting such ridiculously hard papers and high expectations, but i sincerely believe that they meant well. maybe we are just stupid ok. or maybe if you allow us to end school earlier and pon school as and when we like so that we can actually get some decent revision done, WE WON'T HAVE DONE SO BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admire people who have the discipline to go back home, ignore the beauty of the computer, television, bed and food and actually sit down to study. but though i admire their discipline, i don't aspire to be them. really, who would? words can't really express my feelings with regards to this matter, but i just feel that there should be more to life than studies. i mean, hell yeah, studies are important. but forgoing everything else just for the 5A's on your certificate? it's simply not worth it. when i am on my deathbed and looking back on my teenager years, i am sure as hell that i will want to remember anything but studies. and had i spent my teenage years doing nothing but studies most of time, i won't have much to look back on, won't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the teachers yakking and yakking, nagging and nagging, talking and talking about results. seriously, do you honestly think it will make us feel better? do you seriously think anyone of us are happy with a s/u? i don't think anyone of us are actually that, oh gosh i don't even know what word to use, weird? having a report full of u's is nothing to be proud of, we know that and you don't have to rub it in. yes, we joked about it, but honestly, do you really think we don't feel sad, down, disappointed, worried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course to you assholes the papers are very easy. hello, if i am a bloody vice-principal who used to be the hod for maths in some bigshot jc, OF COURSE I WILL FIND THE PAPER EASY TOO. why else would i be a ex-maths hod, you tell me? and besides, maybe she didn't time herself and as you all loove to tell us, that plays a big part, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everybody, should we do so well that we actually have a chance to shake our dearest principal's hand, we shall all smile and spit on his/her hand instead. :D i'm just kidding, of course. not. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think students should have a constitution too. and one of the rights that we should possess is that "NO TEACHERS SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO EXTENT THEIR LESSON BEYOND SET TIME, UNLESS THE STUDENT REQUESTS TO." bloody hell. this is what i call taking away my precious time set aside for revision, not that i set aside any time of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like being in the so-called 'smart' group because everybody tries to outsmart each other there, you know, like who can ask the most questions and find the most faults in a teacher's answers, yadda yadda yadda. yah lah, you very smart lah, can ask so many questions and find so many faults. so, how many points did you get for your 'o' levels? (now, i know that there is a certain percentage change that the reply would be 6 but let us all assume that the idiots i am talking about did not score 6. or 7.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think good english teachers are rare, seriously. unfortunately, my teacher is not very rare. but well, apparently it doesn't matter because according to my report card, the only good thing my teacher said about me was that i have "a flair in language." yeah, well. she hasn't really seen me in spelling action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the soccer pictures hung up was very well-taken, the one with the players in the tunnel. the others are just plain crap and should be taken down because even though i love soccer and it is so far the only school sport i watch i think other ccas deserve to be recognized too. like, for example, the council. haha! and besides, it will be easy to search for photos can, just like, go to any random councillor's house and you will find tons of photos, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am always very happy when my friends get attached. to each other. TAKE GOOD CARE OF EACH OTHER, ALRIGHT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need to do my bio and econs, lest i get chased out or picked on. byeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;ph: your second tag is really retarded can. haha. and ah-ha! now we now how to be good people like us, just be a difficult baby when we are young. heh. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;hsin mei and ht: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;michelle: of course, i pass gp one ok. lol.&lt;br /&gt;anna: what hope so. sure will one lor. i am a good luck charm. haha!&lt;br /&gt;joyce: hello! and yes indeed. but you don't have to sound so excited. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;they don't know us anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-2662497911121509002?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2662497911121509002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=2662497911121509002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/2662497911121509002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/2662497911121509002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-wont-hear-word-they-say-i-think-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-5463688677921016628</id><published>2007-07-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:37:42.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;man hands on misery to man, it deepens like a costal shelf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is telling her friend what a difficult baby i was when she was "zhou yue"ing. apparently, she cannot sleep in the day because i will cry and cry and cry and cry and she would pick me up, watch me fall asleep only to have me cry and cry and cry again when she put me down. haha! i am fearing retribution now. if i ever get married and have a child, my husband will the one that is going to carry the baby when i am "zhou yue"ing. i shall be out shopping or in sleeping instead. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what exactly is "zhou yue" anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one; yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun. the mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one; yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done." so, i have "read the end from the beginning of the beginning of the end to the end of the end of the end" and contrary to lemony snicket's belief, i didn't arrive at the end of the end of my rope. it is a lovely book, just like its predecessors and i hope daniel handler writes something else again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i just realised i didn't talk about live earth, despite watching a bit of the concert when it was aired last saturday and sunday. i was very relieved when linkin park finally took to the stage because before them, all the acts that were aired were random acts that i've never heard before. linkin park actually sounds quite good 'live', as opposed to rihanna, who sounded quite terrible in my opinion. she sounds as though she was running out of breath can. but, anyway, i was really happy because i finally got to hear her other songs other than umbrella. and i also got to hear foo fighters' 'best of you', YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, it failed in its objective. i never really cared about global warming and i don't intend to start now, great concerts or not. and besides, some of the tips they give us are like really weird. like, don't fly unless you really have to. support your local tourist attractions instead. well, yeah, maybe i would follow your advice if i am living in a huge country like russia. but, sadly, i am stuck in little singapore and whatever tourist attractions this country has to offer, trust me, I HAVE SEEN IT ALREADY. maybe even more than once. just like everyone else here. hands up if you have been to the zoo/bird park/science center/sentosa/orchard road more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, anyway, what right does these celebs have to give us tips on global warming? they are probably 429047857235y28935718257 times more guilty than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to marry an ambassador because all the ambassadors' houses are very pretty and comes with a swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;anna: yeah, i know why. so that all the good luck can be channeled to the a's right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;zhihan: you say one ah, DONT COMPLAIN. :D&lt;br /&gt;hsin mei: haha i think i know what is the "something serious" la, so secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;get out as early as you can, and don't have any kids yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-5463688677921016628?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5463688677921016628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=5463688677921016628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5463688677921016628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5463688677921016628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/man-hands-on-misery-to-man-it-deepens.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-8279204782144951326</id><published>2007-07-13T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T19:04:55.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try to see the good in life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new adidas bag today to reward myself for not getting a u in the mid-years. because according to my very thick personality profile, i "need more frequent rewards/recognition throughout stages of a task." yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really like my personality profile because according to it, i am "less likely to complete homework assignments." which means the next time a teacher ask me, "WHY DIDN'T YOU DO YOUR BLOODY HOMEWORK?" i can easily reply without batting an eyelid, "but, it's MY personality what. i can't help it." according to it, i also have "very low" level of commitment, so if next time i get a divorce 92184019275825 seconds after i got married, don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are alot of other fun things in the very thick personality profile booklet but if i have to point out every single thing to you, my post will end up longer than my previous 32938290472957283573 posts combined. not that i posted so many times, of course, but you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, apparently i have no purpose in life. i really don't know what i am supposed to feel about that except, "HOW TRUE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my vice-principal is really weird and i think she likes to make a mountain out of a molehill even though, even though she begs to differ. kapuipuipui. and i think you are a bit of a blockhead. don't ask me why, but this morning, standing next to you, it made me think, "he is a blockhead." again, don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its has only been the first new week of school and i am already so sick of it. i really don't know how am i gonna to survive the other 7 weeks. i'd probably start ponning school again after the end of the complex numbers lecture. yay. the thought of ponning just makes my spine tingle with joy, joy and more jooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are only 2 sure things in life, death and taxes. how sad, but how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;ph: haha. reply here easier what. and serious! i read 8days. :D&lt;br /&gt;hsin mei: REALLY? do you want me to make it more obvious for the world to know??&lt;br /&gt;michelle: lol, ok.&lt;br /&gt;zhihan: THIS ONE SHORT ENOUGH? you very picky leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but good things in life are hard to find.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-8279204782144951326?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8279204782144951326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=8279204782144951326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8279204782144951326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/8279204782144951326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-try-to-see-good-in-life-i-bought-new.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7119785356620958269</id><published>2007-07-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:39:29.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wake up call,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't what know what is the meaning of "buay" so i don't really know what you are trying to imply when you said, "why all the mj girls so 'buay'?". maybe you were, like what the rest say, trying to make the vomitting sound. but whatever it is, i suggest you just go home and fuck yourselves because since you look even uglier than __________ (choose the ugliest person you can think of) on a good day, i seriously doubt anyone would want to fuck you. i don't know how are you going to fuck yourselves but maybe you can try bending over and suck your own fucking cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a disgusting and disturbing image that would make, so let's continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, ok. I KNOW MY LAST POST WAS SUPER DUPER LOOOOOOOOOOOONG ok. and i promise i will try to keep it short this time. which shouldn't be too hard since there is really nothing much to say. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, kimi won again. and i think that fernando alonso should just go and learn a few tricks from felippe massa in overtaking. so much for being the defending world champion. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mummy may not need to come down after all on the 21st which is kind of sad after all, because i was looking forward to showing her my ugly picture on the meridian leaders' board. which, i am sure, they are going to change soon, with new additions to the 'family'. well, i guess you can always get what you want if you show enough attitude about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the head of the physical department in my school is a sick dog/bitch. i am sorry i have to write sick dog/bitch because despite being his/her student (the horrors) for the past half a year, i have yet to confirm his/her gender. and it is not just me who is confused. i think the above head is also very confused about his/her students' gender. i get the idea because we have to retake napfa even if we get bronze. which, honestly, make no sense to me because, really, so what if we get a freaking bronze? yeah, ok, bronze is an ugly colour and it is really nothing to be proud of. but, SO? its not as if with the bronze, we have to serve another extra three months in the army, right? i mean, after all, we are not boys. and trust me, most of us are more than happy with a bronze. but since he/she made us redo napfa (and hence, pe) even though we've got a bronze, i think he/she is a bit confused about our gender. just like we are with regards to his/hers, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had my share of admin work already, thank you very much. why don't you ask your slaves to do admin work for you instead? maybe it will help them boost their profile (which has already been very boosted recently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and though my pmc isn't neccessary, it is unfortunately real. you can check with my doctor, his nurse and my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life isn't fair. with regards to results, sometimes, results don't reflect hard work and hard work isn't reflected in your results. and sometimes muggers top the class (which, in all honesty, they deserved) and sometimes, slackers do. there is seriously nothing wrong in that, so get over it. they may be hardworking, but that doesn't make them geniuses. we may be slackers, but that doesn't make us retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway, i think i should stop giggling so much and pay attention when the question i asked is being answered. but truthfully, that isn't my question, so i really see no point in paying attention since i really wasn't interested in the answer. but, never mind, my bad. and at least you answered questions (no matter how far answers were from the questions) that are posted to you, unlike a certain health minister who conviniently skipped two questions and only answered one. KA-PUI, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a certain ms. lee's antics have reached a new high over the past two days, and since my father has high blood pressure, which may be inhereditary (spelling?), you know who to blame when you read about my death in the newspapers. haha. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of death, the cat with prominent nipples has probably been killed by the nea because i haven't seen it for half a year now. its' kittens probably suffered the same fate. bloody nea, i hope if a bomb ever explodes in singapore, it will explode outside your headquarters, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i should stop before i get carried away. but before i go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenny: YOU CALL THAT FLOODING?&lt;br /&gt;rachel: yay.&lt;br /&gt;ph: your first 2 tags are really retarded. haha. AND YOU GOT MOBTV!!! I WANT! haha. got a lot of old shows there? oh, and elvin ng will see lynn's true colours next week, yayness!&lt;br /&gt;jingyi: lol you are welcome. :D&lt;br /&gt;michelle: haha, you miss my blog right.&lt;br /&gt;iris: :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;mich: huh, my blog got music?&lt;br /&gt;benedict: hello&lt;br /&gt;zhihan: good, you tag! enjoy piglet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;caught you in the morning with another one in my bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7119785356620958269?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7119785356620958269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7119785356620958269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7119785356620958269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7119785356620958269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/wake-up-call-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-1264456722070282429</id><published>2007-07-06T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T17:25:51.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello again, it's you and me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"now blogger saves your drafts automatically!" ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hi. yes, i know i've said i'm leaving the public world of blogging for good. but, seriously, how many of you really believed me? after all, i have never really kept my promises about "not blogging" before. and while this was certainly, definitely, the longest break i have ever taken in my blogging career, i bet some of you are still checking this site regularly for updates. of course, some of you have probably given up on this a long time ago, but, never mind. the bottom line is, I AM BACK, till the next time i stopped, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my return will inspire the 32928492792357835 good bloggers out there to start blogging again, because honestly, the number of good blogs available for me to read is dwindling by the minutes. the fact that blogger now allows people to lock their blogs legally, contributes greatly to the dwindling numbers. which really pisses me off. i mean, really. if you want only your friends and your friends only to read your bloody blog, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST NOT BLOG AND TELL YOUR FRIENDS WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY? really. this is waaaaaaaaaaay worse than private blogs, at least then, you are just, like, talking to yourself. ok, maybe i am just pissed because i no longer can read these blogs when i am bored. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there has been an increasing trend of people switching for blogger to livejournal. which reminds me of the fact that my very first blog was at livejournal. FOUR YEARS AGO. and yes, i switched from livejournal to blogger. THREE (?) YEARS AGO. which means (i think), that i am very way ahead of my time. and now, i am actually bucking the trend. HA. oh, and why did i switch from livejournal? because i suck at html alright, and i don't know how to customize my webpage to make it look as pretty as jennifer aniston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to the very interesting piece of entertainment news i saw on e! (where else?) a few weeks ago. which states that brad pitt's mommy went out with jennifer aniston on fathers' day. that meant something, isn't it? it either meant brad pitt's mommy looooves jennifer aniston a lot or brad pitt's mommy doesn't looooooove angelina jolie &lt;s&gt;a lot &lt;/s&gt;at all. i hope dear mrs pitt knocks some sense into her son. the world will be a much better place if brad pitt and jennifer aniston get back together. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. i am watching that quite good looking serb guy playing against the cute cypriot guy AND THEY HAVE TO INTERRUPT THAT BROADCAST WITH ANOTHER ROGER FEDERER'S MATCH. look, there's NO point showing a federer's match alright. he always win. and its boring. and i hate people who always win, win, win. unless, of course, the person's name is kimi raikkonen. haha! last sunday was like, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think only finns can pull of a name like kimi. seriously. imagine naming your son kimi. kimi tan. kimi lee. kimi ong. sound so gay can. but say, if it's kimi hakkinen. A-HA! sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, another thing that made me went ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh YES! over the week was the very very very very good news that FERNANDO TORRES IS NOW A RED. xabi alonso can go now dump gerrad and go gay with torres instead! then they will have a drop dead gorgeous son called fernando alonso, which will serve as a reminder to that fernando alonso what an asshole he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think lewis hamilton prefers kimi to fernando alonso (then again, who wouldn't?) and i think kimi prefers lewis to felippe massa (then again, who wouldn't?), so i really hope kimi goes back to mclaren, which seriously, suit him better anyway. their jersey/suit/whatever colour complements his skin tone better. or maybe he just need a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh. i am somewhat hoooked on the 7pm channel 8 show. (i refuse to write its english name because i think it sounds very stupid if i were to wrote, "i am somewhat hooked on kinship."). so anyway, i think elvin ng is super duper super duper drop dead super handsome and i think jesseca liu is very very very very very very very very pretty and since they keep saying how comfortable they are with each other and since they look so good together, they should just get together already. then maybe the media wouldn't hound &lt;s&gt;poor&lt;/s&gt; ol' fann wong and christopher lee so much and we will have a nice new celebrity couple to oogle at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched cycle 7 of america's next top model and i think caridee is super pretty. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to download new songs. whether i am doing it legally or illegally, its up to your imagination. anyway, i am saying this because i am really tired of hearing the same songs over and over again on my phone (my beloved shuffle has died alright). and bloody mtv and channel v isn't helping by playing the same videos over and over and over and over again. i mean, come on, how many times can maroon 5 makes you wonder?!!! and i've seen the video for kelly clarkson's never again &amp; rihanna's umbrella soooo many times i could practically tell you what happens next. and rihanna's video is of complete irrelevance to the song can. so, yeah, i need to download new songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need a new ipod. because storing songs in my phone slows down my phone a lot (and i cannot function without my songs). after all, my phone was built to make people go gaga over its looks, not its function. it was a smarter bimbo than my old phone (whose lcd screen was cracked), but still, a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to gm's arts nite last friday. saw my juniors, my long-lost friends, some random teachers (the principal even said bye to me, like, hahahahahahahahahahaha!) and then some more. don't remember much of my juniors' name (with the exception of the usual few), remember most of my long-lost friends name, and was thoroughly amused by this chinese teacher who didn't teach me before but smiled at me as though i was her beloved student. was also thorougly amused by the fact that a certain teacher was as gay as ever. oh my goodness gracious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw another junior while i was out with my family (and dog) today. the conversation i had with her was at best, embarrassing. it went like this (the brackets represent what i was thinking):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junior: hi!&lt;br /&gt;me, grinning perkily: (shit, who the hell is this?) hi!&lt;br /&gt;junior: do you remember my name?&lt;br /&gt;me, still grinning perkily: (shit. SHIT. ok, who is she? gm? church? ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh) uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;junior: do you know who i am?&lt;br /&gt;me, still grinning but worriedly: (SHIT. oh, shit.) erm, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so maybe i didn't think shit. maybe i thought another four letter word instead. but anyway, she told me her name and one other information which helped me recognise her and how on earth is she related to me. i then continue grinning before running off safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously sweethearts, next time, just pretend i am not pretending i know you alright. i mean, its easy for you people to recognise me. after all, according to some primary school mates, i haven't change a bit since primary school. but, me? me? i will always have a hard time recognising you people because you don't have my weird genes. and my bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think prison break is super cool. and just like any typical girl, i adore michael scoefield. i just wish he will smile with his teeth less because he looks better without showing his teeth. but anyway, yes, i adore michael scoefield but i also aodre john abrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuzzzzzzzziii! its so sickening that he died in season 2. and from what i've read, EARLY in the season somemore. bloody hell. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish people will just stop criticising lost and pray that the writers know what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lets move on to the subject of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, come another 10 days and it will mark the 2nd month of me officially stepping down from council. words can't really describe what i feel about council (most likely due to my lousy english), so i shan't try. i love the people there (especially my family) and i love the things i did. if there was one thing that keep me from feeling regretful about not choosing tj, it will be council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was another thing, it would be my beloved sky is blue. without the few of them, i would have probably went to the office and asked for the from to drop my econs because i dont think i can survive the class without them. am i saying my class is horrendous, then? yeah, kind of. i don't have nothing against the individuals, in fact, i like most of them. but put everybody together, and we make a horrendous class. i guess, the chemistry, x-factor, spark, whatever, just isn't there. you get i mean? oh well, words can't really describe what i feel about class (most likely due to my lousy english), so i shan't try to elaborate any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the mid-years are well and truly over and i am well and truly screwed over as well. and the teachers yakkking yakkking yakkking is really #(@&amp;amp;amp;$*$^@$&amp;@*$&amp;amp;@*&amp;amp;$ irritating. and it seriously get on my nerves. all i want them to do is shut the hell up (of course, the more exact phrase i was thinking wasn't using the word hell but another four letter word instead). i mean, come on, if you want us to do so bloody well, then, well, don't set the paper so bloody difficult! seriously. all this crap about how it is the same standard as our 'a' levels, i heard it all before two years ago. and trust me on this, if you don't feel good about as not doing well, chances are, we feel worse. after all, as all of you loooooooooooooove to say, its OUR 'a' levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate reflections time. i always have nothing to reflect. even if i do, it is gone the next two days. i told you i have short term memory loss. or short term memory. or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear if i ever become a teacher... but since i will never be one, let's not bother about what i will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, results are depressing. let's talk about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know i lost my water bottle again? i lost it during the soccer finals. so sad right. come to think of it, i always thought the bad trio (bad things come in threes, remember?) was "liverpool losing, mj losing and kimi losing" but now i realised it was "liverpool losing, mj losing and losing bottle." seriously, this is the third water bottle i've lost over the past year and i am irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i think the shopaholic series is funny, even though i get bloody annoyed with becky sometimes. but, yeah, it is funny. i borrowed six books on tue, and i am left with two more. which is good, i guess. i like reading. it allows me to utilise my overactive imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think prince harry is more handsome than prince william because prince william's hair is curly which makes him look very girly. and i would like to backpack around europe and see the different places that i've always wanted to see. i really hope i can take a break after this year. we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so now, they switched back to serb-cypriot match. just when ferrero took a set off federer ie. when i started getting interested in the match. IDIOT. but the cypriot is nice. i like the serb too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i am tired. byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kinda always like it used to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-1264456722070282429?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1264456722070282429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=1264456722070282429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1264456722070282429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/1264456722070282429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-again-its-you-and-me-now-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7376885508864160443</id><published>2007-01-25T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:02:15.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes i wanna call you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was jaywalking across the road today, i was thinking, you know, how nice if a nice car was to zoooooom past me right now and send me flying across the road. WHEEEEEEEEEEEE. and that would be it. no more joy, no more sorrows, no more tears, no more fears, no more whatever. i think it's good to be dead. sorry, i correct that. i think its REALLY REALLY good to be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i look really scary when i'm not my usual whatever self. but, anyway, i seriously don't think i'm going to be back into my usual self for some time, so i guess people just have to get used to it. give me time. and so, i apologise in advance if i were to give anybody irritated replies, or no replies at all when you talk to me over the next few ______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kind of having a headache now. i hope it is a sign of greater things to come. the greater things, of course, being sick for the next 64768645345475754524 days so that i won't have to go anywhere. i can just eat medicine and sleep and wake up and eat medicine and sleep. the best thing of course, will be not to wake up at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sound suicidal. HA. don't have to fear for my life though, i am not that stupid to do anything silly, no matter how much i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shall be my last blog entry for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but i know you won't be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7376885508864160443?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7376885508864160443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7376885508864160443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7376885508864160443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7376885508864160443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-i-wanna-call-you-as-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6644479555100300511</id><published>2007-01-19T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:10:32.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;when darkness turns to light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take back my words alright. NOT ALL THE J1S ARE BLOOOODY. majority of them are, but not all. and i say this because i just smiled at/talked to/kena hair pulled by some j1s today. and some of them are really really nice. but of course, majority of them are bloody assholes. HA. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am getting sick of all the teachers. even those teachers whom i personally adore, they are starting to sicken me. they make me want to scream, shout and holler at them. like, %^$%^#*&amp;@#*($&amp;amp;*($&amp;@*($. school is sick can. why must we have education anyway. its' not as though they are gonna help us live or something. honestly, what are we going to do with all the organic/algebra/evolution/spectroscopy/consumption shit when we grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you are not going to bother, then i am not really going to care either. its' lame, its' sick, its' childish, but that's the way things are. good luck to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because hsin mei is the first NEW person to tag (let us all fall sick together then), i shall too reward her by blogging about her new famous quote. actually, its not really a quote. its just that she thought the new secretary general was from korea. NORTH korea. hahaha. she damn funny can. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if i was the bloody education minister, i will strip education altogether. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6644479555100300511?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6644479555100300511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6644479555100300511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6644479555100300511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6644479555100300511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-darkness-turns-to-light-i-take.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-5317095362841817342</id><published>2007-01-18T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T19:40:04.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe someday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think brad pitt &amp; angelina jolie are like, the dog man woman of hollywood. I HATE THEM CAN. even though i still think brad pitt is like really handsome, I STILL HATE HIM. bloody asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the iphone. if it has good reviews and if apple doesn't release a new ipod (haha! who am i kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ugly boys should go and wear braces. it will make them look, like 42756743245754152 times more handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i fall sick again because school has been really really really sick. and the bloooody j1s are not helping. sorry, i just don't like people who a) queue for lectures b) rush in into lts even before the lecture is finished c) wait outside the classroom like 536786753454gazillion seconds before the bell rings and d) talk back at their seniors and block their seniors way. ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM RUSHING TO GO HOME AND LIKE, SLEEP. STUPID BLOODY CHAO AH BENG, go and die can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the word bloody. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replY (OI, TAG CAN. reply to one person very boring can. hahahahaha):&lt;br /&gt;kahfai: I WISH I HAVE YOUR J1s. can we like, exchange them or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will end these tears and go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-5317095362841817342?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5317095362841817342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=5317095362841817342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5317095362841817342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/5317095362841817342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-brad-pitt-angelina-jolie-are.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-4353445728810105886</id><published>2007-01-16T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:38:22.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a little piece of me grows old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think lostprophets' can't catch tomorrow is such a wonderful, lovely song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am really really really really really tired. i wish that when i go to sleep tonight, i will wake up tomorrow as this little young kid and that whatever that had happened to me over the past seventeen years was just a long long dream. but, of course, i felt pain when i slapped myself so this is definitely not a dream. so, i just wish that when i go to sleep tonight, i will never wake up. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since kahfai is the first to tag (great minds think alike!) and i just played a childish trick yesterday that reminded me about TWO things, i might as well say it out as his prize. you owe me a chocolate. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) kop-ing your house keys and forgetting to return to you at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;2) asking you for the class keys and have you thinking that i was screaming "KISSSSSSSSSSS" instead of "KEEEEEEEEEEEYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy happy blooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooody eighteen to my dearest peishan and elizabeth. seven more months and we can all go watch m18 movies together. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, can all my jc fellow friends reply me. DO YOUR BLOODY J1S QUEUE UP FOR ENTRANCE TO THE LECTURE THEATRE????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies!&lt;br /&gt;rinna: you sound sick in the first post, greedy in the second post, and mad in the third post. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;martin: huh. so your full name is martin shing yu? SO FUNNY. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO CRASH MJ anyway?&lt;br /&gt;peishan: i have to do my homework. misery loves company. :( we must go and celebrate your bloody eighteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i keep on walking down this road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-4353445728810105886?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4353445728810105886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=4353445728810105886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4353445728810105886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4353445728810105886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-piece-of-me-grows-old-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-2585528156254480459</id><published>2007-01-12T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:36:14.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;here i am to worship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i adore yearbooks. and after looking through mjc's yearbook, i must say, gm's yearbooks suck can? yeah, sure, it's so much more better than all the 48645154534 secondary schools out there, but it still sucks as compared to mj's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really did fall sick yesterday. HA. i should like, curse myself more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO MARTIN SHING WHATSYOURCHINESENAME, here's your tagboard. u better tag i tell you, if not you will die! hahahahaha. thanks for the lao po bing and remember to crash mj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the song book and the sing-spa-ration times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;here i am to bow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-2585528156254480459?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2585528156254480459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=2585528156254480459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/2585528156254480459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/2585528156254480459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-i-am-to-worship-i-adore-yearbooks.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6882309186615556552</id><published>2007-01-10T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:17:21.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry's not good enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID A GOOD DEED TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped a little girl carry her family's ultra long bamboo pole all the way up to the ninth floor! she climbed up with me. and, OHMYGOSH, she has to wait till we are on our second break at the sixth floor to tell me she's asthmatic. so scary can? thank goodness she didn't have an attack on her way up. i will die, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she's really a sweet little thing. and it breaks my heart to learn that her family can't afford an inhaler. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i actually worry over the fact i can't afford a camera. and a new phone (BECAUSE MY PHONE SCREEN HAS TWO CRACKS, AND IT'S NOBODY'S FAULT THIS TIME, DAMNIT!). so, yeah, as cliche as it might seem, we should just count our blessings and move on. and something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;s&gt;i think&lt;/s&gt; the new batch is full of bloodyhardcoremuggers. i am sorry, but that is the whole truth, the absolute truth and nothing but the truth. and to those who complained about mugging and still go to the library and mug, i have one thing to say - you guys are seriously weird. or in denial. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeties, trust me. this is just the beginning. if you think partial fractions is like the worst thing that can happen to you or the most difficult thing in the whole entire world, you obviously haven't seen anything yet. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our seniors probably thought the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I AM SO TIRED. i hope i fall sick soon so that i can sleep. come on, whatever bacteria and viruses that is out there, COME ON AND ATTACK ME. i will make sure my immune system lose the war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;why are we breaking up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6882309186615556552?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6882309186615556552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6882309186615556552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6882309186615556552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6882309186615556552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorrys-not-good-enough-i-did-good-deed.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-6831139446342085447</id><published>2007-01-09T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:25:30.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;as we go on, we remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this is my first post of 2007! am i late or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, orientation was goooooooooooooooood. like really really goooooooooooooood. like super freaking awesomely good. but before i start on orientation, let me present to you my THEORY OF STUPIDITY - stupid people take physics. stupider people take bio. stupidest people take econs. not bad, huh? not yet 18 and i already had a theory to my name. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah. orientation. it was really good. but not as good as the aftermath where i spent hours and hours indulging in my favourite source of entertainment. speaking of which, i think the younger generation's blogging skills suck alright. and that's part of the reason why i'm having such a fun time indulging in my favourite source of entertainment (which by now, should be obvious what kind of entertainment it is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah. orientation. it was really really gooooooooooooooooooooood. miranda was like, awesome. and so was atlas (i finally learnt the more more more more cheer today, thank goodness). i am so looking forward to road race anyway. HA. i want to run for road race. and get mc for the rest of the year because my teacher is the freakingunclechoy and i will probably just die if i have to train under him for napfa. especially considering the fact that i've not done p.e. for over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah. orientation. it was really good. i think everybody did a great job - the council, the ogls, the freshies. its times like this that makes me miss being an ogl, miss being a freshie. and it's times like this that does not make me regret choosing mj over that cheena school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, DEAREST STUDENTS OF THE CHEENA SCHOOL: just because you wear a uniform that resemble some iron (II/III?) precipitate doesn't mean you are damn smart alright.&lt;br /&gt;smart maybe, but not damn smart. so stop looking at me as though i am some stupid bimbo who can't study for nuts and thus ending in mj. fyi, i CHOSE alright. stupidbloodyidiots. go back to china and learn some new cheers can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of china, i just realised something today. singaporeans normally associate the word "racist" with the chinese (or jun yu, but that's another story). i mean, really. i seriously doubt people associate malays or indians with the word "racist." well, I don't. so, anyway, i realised that that association is seriously flawed. I BET THERE ARE JUST AS MANY MALAY AND INDIAN RACISTS AS THERE ARE CHINESE RACISTS. i mean, really. i bet they are making jokes about chinese behind our backs in their languages. oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation was really really really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lessons are TOTALLY NOT GREAT. i am stupider and stupidest alright. i don't even know why am i taking the subjects i am taking. :( i don't know what i want to study in the university. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time honestly flies. a year or two from now, we will all be in the BIG U mugging our assess off for a bloody degree. to think that 11 years ago, we were just a little scrawny primary 1 kid whom everybody think is cute. has it really been 11 years? like, WOW. i wonder what will life be like 11 years from now. i will be 28. gee, i hope i get to sit first class by then. hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, i running out of things to talk about liao. SEE YOU IN A GAZILLION DAYS TIME. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;all the times we spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-6831139446342085447?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6831139446342085447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=6831139446342085447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6831139446342085447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/6831139446342085447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-we-go-on-we-remember-so-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-68440763340265309</id><published>2006-12-29T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:40:26.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;your words in my memory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my cousin's getting married tomorrow. and i forgot all about it until tonight. @*(^#*(&amp;$a()my cousin's getting married tomorrow. and i forgot all about it until tonight. @*(^#*(&amp;amp;$a()$&amp; anyway, because of the marriage, i will probably be too tired to blog tomorrow or the 31st. so this will be my LAST ENTRY OF THE YEAR 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;amp; anyway, because of the marriage, i will probably be too tired to blog tomorrow or the 31st. so this will be my LAST ENTRY OF THE YEAR 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i don't know what to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anyway, i think everybody should go and watch death note 2. it's a nice movie. i wish i can say the same about death note 1 but i haven't watch it so i know nuts about it. HA. and i loooooove l. especially the way he eats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i still need someone to watch charlotte's web with me (RINNA, ARE YOU FREE? by the way, have you bought martin's present already? or are we gonna buy together?). i need to end the year with a BIG bang. and, (@)&amp;*(&amp;amp;$*i still need someone to watch charlotte's web with me (RINNA, ARE YOU FREE? by the way, have you bought martin's present already? or are we gonna buy together?). i need to end the year with a BIG bang. and, (@)&amp;*(&amp;amp;$*$&amp;*$@ this sucks. i just realise i can't use the billy bombers' coupons on the 31st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;amp;*$@ this sucks. i just realise i can't use the billy bombers' coupons on the 31st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anyway, i know i said in the last entry that i "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;will update on new year's eve with nice photos showing the memorable events of this year." as this ain't exactly new year's eve, i am NOT going to upload any photos. actually, that's just an excuse. i am just plain freaking lazy. it doesn't help that i don't have a lot of photos to choose from in the first place of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to make any resolutions for next year, by the way. this is because i am still trying to fulfill the resolutions i made in year 1989. the resolutions basically consists of 5 things: 1) be more hardworking. 2) be more tidy. 3) be more thrifty. 4) be more nice. &amp; 5) be more thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway, i don't really like the future (with the a's and all). in fact, the only thing i am looking forward to is that in another 8++ months time, I WILL BE ABLE TO ENJOY M18 MOVIES. but, anyway, i really don't really like the future. so we shall not talk about 2007 at all and instead, let us look back on the good year that was 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but let's not be crazy shall we? the year 2006 was 365 days long. if we really look back at it, it would probably be year 20454787 when we finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just finish washing my three pairs of very dirty slippers. and the moral of the story is, i need to have more slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i want to go play games liao. have a pleasant new year everyone. make sure you don't do your homework. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;are like music to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-68440763340265309?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/68440763340265309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=68440763340265309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/68440763340265309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/68440763340265309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2006/12/your-words-in-my-memory-my-cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-7452761383844653644</id><published>2006-12-27T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:25:04.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cause the truth of the matter is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is probably like, damn random. but i really really fallen back in love with this song by this guy called daniel chan. it's called xing you du zhong. SO, PLEASE, IF YOU HAVE THE SONG, PLEASE SEND IT TO ME. if you have the chu lu song, i also want. oh oh oh, and the huanzhu ge ge zi wei's song. its very hazy in my head. everytime i try to hum it, i get the jewel in the palace tune instead. it's irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, guess what time i woke up yesterday? I WOKE UP AT 2PM OK. 1400HOURS. hahahahahaahahahhahaa. and when i went back to sleep at 3AM, guess what? i have only been awake for like, 13 hours. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. excuse me while i laugh myself silly. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i woke up at 5.30am today. :( a grand total of two and a half hours of sleep. :( but it's ok! i came back and slept! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need someone to go watch charlotte's web with me. LET'S GO WATCH AT THE CATHAY. cos i got their billy bombers coupon. and even though i think the food sucks, i am kind of broke, so i will do anything to save money. i've got two coupons actually. one is "1 for 1. betty's roast chicken worth $13.90. redemption sunday-friday 11am - 3pm." the other is "$15.00 off with minimum $30.00 spending." so if you love betty's roast chicken or just feel like spending $15.00 less, please, like, TELL ME. and, this is only if you want to watch charlotte's web ok. or stranger than fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch borat. BUT IT IS RATED R21. i tell you, singapore censors suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just now the mp for my consomething (i can't spell alright?) came visiting. and you know what he gave my dad? A MAGNETIC CALENDAR AND SOMETHING ELSE WITH HIS FACE ON IT. oi! hello! you earn like, heaven knows how many gazillion dollars per month. can you like, just give us an angpow or something? you can just put 10 bucks inside, you know, its will be more than enough. you will more than make my day. and then, maybe i will consider voting for pap come year heaven knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the thailand sun is goooooood man. my feet hasn't regained its' whiteness yet! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, TO ALL MY FELLOW MERIDIANS WHO CAME TODAY FOR THE J1 REGISTRATION: if you typed "mjc" at google blog search, and you come to page 3, you will see a title that goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;mjc orientation = cute seniors &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; and it was posted today. HA. ok, maybe she's being sarcastic. but i am immune to sarcasm. anyway, when i clicked her blog and read her entry, i didn't see that sentence anywhere in her entry, so it's a bit weird. but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, if you go search "mjc" or "meridian" + "jc" or something like that, you have tons of interesting things to read. its' kinda interesting, you know, how some people are like so sad they got into mj and how some people are so sad that they didn't get into mj. there's this ultra weird entry with this girl lamenting that she got into vj and not mj. FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was kinda different looking from a j1-going-j2 perspective. actually, i don't know whats kinda different. but it's just different la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wasn't one of the people who had to crowd around the place looking for my ic no. when i first came in. HAHAHA. some councillor  (sian wei/kenneth) asked me for my i/c no. and i gave him the wrong one. but in the end, i gave him the right one and i was in the hall freezing my ass off while the rest are still HOHOHO outside checking their groups. AND AND AND, nobody took my attendance too. cos my ogl is my senior's friend so i think when my senior saw me she just like, asked her friend to mark for me. HA. i am special, man. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, yeah. it was different from a j1-going-j2 perspective. and some of the j1s damn funny i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "have you checked your groupings?"&lt;br /&gt;j1: "yeah... umm, where am i supposed to go now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she asked me that while people are moving into the hall. hahahahaha. sorry, i just think it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh OH OH. by the way, i want to go crash a jc. or a few jcs. hahahahaha. i need to borrow uniform though. i threw away my secondary school uniform already (speaking of which, there were 4 gm kids i saw today. 2 girls, 2 boys. 3 chinese, 1 indian. i don't know why i'm bothering to tell you this). but i don't feel like crashing in my secondary school uniform anyway. i feel like crashing in the jc uniform. then i can crash BOTH j1 and j2 lectures. HEHEHE. actually, i thought of that because it's quite bo liao if you go crash a j1 lecture and your friends are all in j2s that kind of thing. ok, so fine, so it's quite bo liao to go crash a jc when you are in j2, BUT I AM BORED OK. &lt;s&gt;i hope martin remembers to crash mj.&lt;/s&gt; nah, i will make him remember. anyway, when he crashes, i will introduce him to hsin mei. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. sorry, private joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A FEW MORE DAYS TO A BRAND NEW YEAR. hucking fell. i haven't done my homework ok.  its NOT as if i didn't try. i did! i just gave up after the first chem question. and i did the mcq one first ok. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update on new year's eve with nice photos showing the memorable events of this year. i hope. SEE YA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;replacing you is so easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-7452761383844653644?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7452761383844653644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=7452761383844653644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7452761383844653644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/7452761383844653644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2006/12/cause-truth-of-matter-is-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-4971999525997318576</id><published>2006-12-23T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T13:50:00.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;to the world that was lost, he gave all he could give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'VE GOT A BLACK HAWK DOWN, WE'VE GOT A BLACK HAWK DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that phrase is now currently stuck in my head, no thanks to the movie black hawk down. its a pretty nice movie, even though i watch it on axn and they edited out all the fucks. thank goodness the shits are still in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for those blind people out that who happen to think that orlando bloom, that gay sissy, is hot and handsome, they should watch black hawk down. because he not only looks ugly in it, he also happened to fall off a helicopter. so much for being a hero. HA. no offense to the real guy he was portraying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh hartnett also looks pretty ugly. because of the rangers cut. but since he was in a helmet for the latter part of the movie, he looks pretty handsome most of the time. anyway, in real life, josh hartnett's character didn't exactly like do most of the things josh hartnett did in the movie. so, really. couldn't they just give josh hartnett another role? by the way, eric bana is also quite handsome. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, predictably, i went to wikipedia after the show to read up about the movie and the real life event it was supposed to portray. it was all very interesting. wikipedia is the greatest thing ever invented, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i am having a phobia of adobe photoshop now. i wonder how xiaxue does it. and speaking of which, i haven't read her blog in a very very long time. not that i'm planning to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need to go back to photoshop. i probably won't be blogging again until like, what? new year's eve or something. so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BLESSED CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;to show us the reason to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-4971999525997318576?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4971999525997318576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=4971999525997318576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4971999525997318576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/4971999525997318576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-world-that-was-lost-he-gave-all-he.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3503399437930287536</id><published>2006-12-19T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:36:35.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rain, rain, go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get started on my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it will stop raining then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense to the skies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i fucking hate the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss typing like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;come again another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3503399437930287536?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3503399437930287536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3503399437930287536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3503399437930287536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3503399437930287536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2006/12/rain-rain-go-away-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13945643.post-3501755635797943730</id><published>2006-12-16T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:17:12.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you're not alone, together we stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MIRACLE HAS TAKEN PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually played the sims 2 without the use of the cheat code called 'kaching.' which basically means, I BOUGHT THE FURNITURE AND PAID THE BILLS WITH THE MONEY &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt; MY SIMS EARNED. oh my gosh. i am such a genius. wahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahaha. i feel quite proud of myself. of course, the sad thing about not using cheat codes is that i can't buy all the pretty furniture. anyway, since i cannot be bothered to unzip all the downloaded stuff, all the pretty furniture available now are not very pretty, so it doesn't matter. do i make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, because i'm really bored. and the liverpool vs charlton match doesn't really excite me, i shall tell you what my sims have been up to even though i'm pretty sure that none of you really care. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mary-sue &amp; dina gave birth to girls and brandi gave birth to a boy. angela &amp;amp; dustin kissed. dina got married to mortimer. herb and coral nearly broke up. herb had woo-hoo with nina. nina also had woo-hoo with don. don, on the other hand, had woo-hoo with nina, dina (btw, nina &amp; dina are sisters), cassandra and his maid whose name i can't spell. darren &amp;amp; dirk got jobs. alexander &amp; beau grew up. jennifer is a criminal while her husband is a policeman. HAHAHA. the list goes on. actually, i'm not that bored to really go elaborate on my simmies lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, anyway, my favourite sims are angela and dustin. THEY VERY PRETTY AND HANDSOME OK. the first time i played them, they got married, had a great wedding party, stayed at a beautiful house and had twins. then, i reinstalled the game. i must have reinstalled the game several times. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my desktop is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the champions' league draw ain't exactly very kind to liverpool. but, you know, WE HAVE TO BE POSITIVE. or at least, that's the message i gather from the forum. like the forum people say, to be the best, you have to beat the best. and even if we get knocked out, at least we can say that a great big team called barcelona knocked us out. can you imagine if we get knocked out by say, lille or porto or psv? hehehehe. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for tomorrow THS! ITS ABOUT FRIENDS. which, in my opinion, is the greatest show on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall now go back and try to see whats so exciting about the liverpool vs charlton match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll be your side you now, i'll take your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13945643-3501755635797943730?l=that-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3501755635797943730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13945643&amp;postID=3501755635797943730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3501755635797943730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13945643/posts/default/3501755635797943730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-blog.blogspot.com/2006/12/youre-not-alone-together-we-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
