<?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-6775250</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:04:27.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pehpeh's blog =)</title><subtitle type='html'>=D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-7936758340882822228</id><published>2007-04-13T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:02:51.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, i didnt know you still read my blog yueheng. hi2u! how have u been?? and hi2u klar too, and edmond, probably the only 3 people who still read my blog. i am so touched *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the navy wing initiation week has been crazy, tonight is going to be the finale, i've slept about a total of 8 hours in the past 4 days, and we're booking out tmr! there are times when i wonder if i've made the right choice in joining the navy, but i guess these are just down periods which hopefully will pass quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i have a stack of books about 10 feet high which require me to study them before the hell that is MSTD, or Midshipman Sea Training Deployment or something like that. So for all you army people out there jealous of the midshipmen, don't be. we sleep less, work more, and do more xiong stuff. and we have worse punishments, i think i have a senior who hasnt gone home for about a month. confinement ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in another matter, i would like to thank my sister for sending me inspirational messages to help me survive these few days. every night without fail she'll send me one, and when i read it i feel alot better about myself and that my family and especially my sister are standing behind me all the way. thank you shina &lt;3 =) i have the absolute best sister in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in the hopes that i can inspire myself and other people who read this blog too, i shall post my own motivational quote of the post. every post will have one from now on if i remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the post : If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment. - Marcus Aurelius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this concludes i think, my first ever serious, non-emo post of this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-7936758340882822228?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/7936758340882822228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/7936758340882822228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7936758340882822228' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-4632235010748889247</id><published>2007-04-07T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:09:54.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, i think its about time to dust the cobwebs off this blog and update this one as i update limpehz as well since i have so "much" free time right now. im fairly sure no one reads this anymore, so im only updating to make myself happy i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a general update on my life, my profile is wrong, im no longer a student in ACJC, got my A level results which were crap as usual, don't ask, i am now a student in OFFICER CADET SCHOOL which is where im blogging from now, there's a com inside each bunk ftw. i am no longer 17, im 18 going on 19 this year, but my birthday and name, to my astonishment, have not changed. i credit this consistency to my appendix, because i have no idea what it does, but it seldom gets credit, like my spleen, and it hasn't failed at its unknown job yet, so thank you appendix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also now a slave to our government, i am a RSN regular, for the uninformed, RSN stands for Republic of Singapore Navy i think, or something along those lines, so i'm a sailor boy now! i dont think im allowed to blog much about my army life, so i won't in fear of the men in black/white/purple/green coming down to kick my ass for posting restricted stuff on my blog. due to an extreme lack of creativity, i have nothing else to blog about right now, even though i havent updated this blog since about 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the RJ vending machine kicking girl is finally no longer in the middle of my blog who i get to see everytime i open my blog in the hope that i updated it subconsciously in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i am an attention freak, so everyone who reads this blog, please inform everyone you know to read this blog and tag too so that i can get the satisfaction of knowing i am polluting more people with my inane thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-4632235010748889247?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/4632235010748889247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/4632235010748889247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4632235010748889247' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-116131012233404823</id><published>2006-10-20T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:08:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL &lt;(^^,)&gt; by basshunter, best album title ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-116131012233404823?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/116131012233404823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/116131012233404823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116131012233404823' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-116130964773408349</id><published>2006-10-20T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:10:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so long without blogging, and still nothing to blog about. says tons about my life and my creativity. to attempt to keep this blog somewhat alive, here's a token entry with a quiz i koped from dings' blog. i know everyone wants to know more about me anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how old do you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;15 or 16, old enough to have fun but not old enough for too much responsbility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. where were you when 9/11 happened?&lt;br /&gt;i remember playing CS with 987 on the radio in the background and jean danka going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what do you do when vending machines steal your money?&lt;br /&gt;DESTROY THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/15858289922861l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i have no idea who this girl is or why this photo is in my received files, anyone who knows who this girl is plz tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. do you consider yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;omg kinder bueno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;the back of my hand. dunno why but i always wanted some super cool logo there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;french, because its such an elegant language for swearing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. do you know your neighbours?&lt;br /&gt;no, we just got new ones again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what do you consider a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;vacation in the WORLD OF WARCRAFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. do you follow your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;as in what?? do i read my horoscope daily or do i try and do what my horoscope tells me to do?? anyway neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. would you move for the person you love?&lt;br /&gt;no, because love is love and distance doesnt matter. anyway absence makes the heart grow fonder ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. are you touchy feely?&lt;br /&gt;er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;br /&gt;north poles and south poles of magnets attract. nature is trying to tell us something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. dream job?&lt;br /&gt;columnist. you don't have to be coherent, you don't have to be logical, you can flame everybody and everybody treats your column as if its the holy word of god just because its in print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. favourite tv channels?&lt;br /&gt;10 - Animal Planet&lt;br /&gt;11 - National Geographic&lt;br /&gt;12 - Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;22 - Supersports&lt;br /&gt;23 - ESPN&lt;br /&gt;24 - Star Sports&lt;br /&gt;51 - Chinese MTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. favourite place to go on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;azeroth, in the WORLD OF WARCRAFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. showers or baths?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a bathtub, so showers. but i always wanted to soak in a tub for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. do you paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;in soviet singapore, my nails paint me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;good question. sex is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. what are your phobias?&lt;br /&gt;heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;i pity the poor girl who has to make them for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;br /&gt;i have a typewritten journal albeit a lousy one that never gets updated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. where would you rather be now?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. who makes you warm and fuzzy?&lt;br /&gt;secrets will be secrets. as of today, only 1 person, and he/she knows who he/she is. if you don't know, its not you. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. heavy or light sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. are you paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;Increases Stealth Detection. Anyway i probably am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. are you impatient?&lt;br /&gt;it depends. if you are a great looking girl and you are late because you're spending 1 hour making yourself look even greater for our date i can be very very patient. if not FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. who can you relate to?&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently related to my entire family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. how do you feel about interracial couples?&lt;br /&gt;peranakan food is great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. have you been burned by love?&lt;br /&gt;burned is too mild. incinerated comes closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. what's your pick-up line?&lt;br /&gt;hi, my name's randy. thats more then enough for any girl to fall in &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. what's your main ringtone on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea, i've never turned it off silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. what were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;lost in the WORLD OF WARCRAFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. what did the last text on your mobile say?&lt;br /&gt;Wai Leong : omg can ask dem dun bid glove, i dc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;no one's, i didn't sleep last night, i slept at 6am this morning and im awake at 9 fucking thirty thanks to some retards drilling over my block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. what colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;white, says RAFFLES INSTITUTION SECONDARY 3 OUTWARD BOUND SCHOOL V = RI THE POTENTIAL TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE (hurhurhur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. most recent movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;the departed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. name three things you have on at all times.&lt;br /&gt;my computer, my handphone, and some glowy orange rock lamp in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. what colour are your bedsheets?&lt;br /&gt;my bedsheets are really gay, they are blue and yellow with blue and yellow polka dots right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. how much cash do you have right now?&lt;br /&gt;30 dollars, T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. what's your favourite part of the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;chickens are stupid animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. what's your favourite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;stormwind city, in the WORLD OF WARCRAFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. i can't wait till:&lt;br /&gt;i get my dream bachelor's pad built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. what did you have for dinner last night?&lt;br /&gt;fried rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. how tall are you barefoot?&lt;br /&gt;180&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;lol the toy 1 from the RI grad night awyeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. what do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not usually awake in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. where do you think you'll be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;see the janitor cleaning your building mr. / ms. CEO rafflesian? yup that's me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;some girl guide cookies that are chocolate covered with peppermint cream in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. what songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Running water - Showerhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;my sister walking into the door on the way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. worst injury you ever had?&lt;br /&gt;fractured my wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;if you do, please tell me. i won't laugh at you. promise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. what's your favourite candy?&lt;br /&gt;those after 8 peppermints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. what song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Precious Days - I Wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. eight people to do this?&lt;br /&gt;why limit yourself to 8? EVERYBODY WHO READS MY BLOG PLEASE DO IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-116130964773408349?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/116130964773408349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/116130964773408349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116130964773408349' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115998738640568085</id><published>2006-10-05T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T02:45:00.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't posted bash quotes for a long time, but this deserves a place of honour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blotch: heres a cool office trick&lt;br /&gt;blotch: unscrew the speaker part of your coworkers phone and throw in a roll of quarters and seal it back up&lt;br /&gt;blotch: then after about 2 months of them being used to the weight remove the coins when they're away&lt;br /&gt;blotch: and watch them lift the phone the next time someone calls and bash themselves in the face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115998738640568085?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115998738640568085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115998738640568085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115998738640568085' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115990456296423805</id><published>2006-10-04T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T03:42:43.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alevels are coming, and for all my supposed proclamations of enlightenedness on the fallacies of our education system, I'm still worried. Brainwashing apparently has a fairly permanent effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs you are worried about the A levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You think skipping school is beneficial because you can get more studying done out of school, when in reality skipping school is only beneficial because you can do other things such as WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You begin interrogating all your friends about how much work they have done and start panicking when you only have done 2 times as much work as they have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) All you have as a conversation topic with most people is "omg do you know how to do question J85 / I / 92(a)" or "sian i wish A's were over" "yah me too" and then the conversation dies out and the two of you continue mugging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You are tempted to try polyphasic sleeping to try and get 5 more hours of studying time everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You begin looking for your entry proof (fuck i can't find mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fulfill &lt;br /&gt;5 : You have attained the highest level of brainwashedness, to the extent that even the whereabouts of your entry proof is bleached / narutoed from your brain&lt;br /&gt;4 : You know where your entry proof is&lt;br /&gt;3 : Well on the path to enlightenment, balance play and slacking, and you'll be there soon!&lt;br /&gt;2 : Happiness is but 2 steps and 5 weeks away for you&lt;br /&gt;1 : You don't want to be sent to the office to get a new entry proof but otherwise you have attained enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;0 : You are an enlightened rebel, future generations of slackers will sing your name in praise and graffiti it onto the back of the LT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115990456296423805?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115990456296423805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115990456296423805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115990456296423805' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115963261807046821</id><published>2006-10-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:10:18.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if your studies got fucked before, there is no sense studying to try and save it. this is equivalent to screwing a girl, and eating tons of viagra to try and make her a virgin again. screwing the girl is like the exam, and eating tons of viagra supposedly helps you perform better, the same way studying helps u supposedly perform better in your exams. the girl isn't going to become a virgin again. your studies aren't going to become unfucked. stop wasting your time, everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   - Pehpeh's First Law of Studynamics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115963261807046821?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115963261807046821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115963261807046821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115963261807046821' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115945657766379326</id><published>2006-09-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:16:17.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi, emo entry coming up, for those of you who have a sufficiently emo life, you can skip this entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are quite a few topics I want to emo about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, school! School makes me want to play Connect 4 with my wrist as the paper and a blunt penknife as a pen. Attending school right now is the mental equivalent of watching grass grow. About the most productive thing I do in class is breath oxygen and make carbon dioxide for the plants in our school. I probably learn more about A level subjects staying at home playing WoW then I do attending school. The worst part is that our beloved chemistry teacher cannot accept that I can actually be productive outside school, and also cannot accept that I am a vegetable in school, and INSISTS I come to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo rating : 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my sleep schedule. My polyphasic sleeping schedule was working out fine UNTIL one day, I had to WoW for 8 hours on end, which led to me missing two naps and collapsing dead after that and sleeping for 4 hours on end. Now my body clock is more scrambled then mahjong tiles and I have no idea when to sleep and when not to because when I try to, I'm not tired enough and when I'm tired enough its way too hard to get up, or I'll just sleep through the 3 alarms ringing in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo rating : 6/10&lt;br /&gt;I can probably find some way to get around this its just damn irritating now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, studying for the A levels. Studying in general is retarded, but when you try to dress it up nicely with a reason and people feel OBLIGED to study, or worse, they feel they SHOULD study, that becomes even more retarded. If studying was supposed to better yourself so much, it should be self-evident to everyone that doing it would be in their own self-interest. If people feel its an obligation or anything like that, obviously they hate studying, they're just doing it because everyone else is doing it or because they think it might help them in the future and so they might as well suffer now to enjoy the rewards later. Let me introduce you to pehpeh's reality check. The reality check says regardless of how much you study now, unless you happen to be 1) one of the smartest people in Singapore (if you are you wouldn't be reading this trash anyway) or 2) really really lucky, you aren't going to enjoy a glorious future where you live in a mansion and are super rich etc. Regardless of your education, you are most likely going to end up living in a HDB flat, or a condo, slogging your way through a job you will likely hate, or will grow to hate. For this, you waste your childhood with your nose buried in books??? Sounds great, let me do it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo rating 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less emo issues, I want to watch the new Jackie Chan movie, I think its called Rob-b-ie Hood or something like that, no idea. And also, hi bonks, thanks for tagging!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115945657766379326?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115945657766379326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115945657766379326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115945657766379326' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115876652962021520</id><published>2006-09-20T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:35:30.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my clairvoyant powers have once again come to the fore! today was a much much better day then yesterday. I'm gradually adapting to the sleep cycles and although I'm not strictly following any real fixed sleep schedule, it still seems to be working. I can go to sleep anytime I feel really really tired and wake up within 30-45 minutes and feel like I've slept a whole night. quick adaptation ftw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115876652962021520?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115876652962021520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115876652962021520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115876652962021520' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115866180340020253</id><published>2006-09-19T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:31:01.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 2 of the polyphasic sleep schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was hell. the 1am - 5am period is complete hell. you feel half dead by the time you reach like 2 - 230 am and by 4 you're so stoned its all you can do to sit up straight. school was terrible. by terrible, I mean worse then the usual drudgery that is the mental equivalent of trying to walk through 1 metre deep mud in a sandstorm. I almost overslept in the library during one of the break periods and had to rush out for GP. asking me questions would have yielded you perfect answers. according to dilbert, the sign of a good analogy is that you have to explain it. so in this case, nothing is perfect, so asking me questions would have gotten you nothing for an answer. i think if you threw a ball at my face i would just walk straight into it and decided it hurt 5 seconds later. steps are hazardous. tomorrow will be a better day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115866180340020253?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115866180340020253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115866180340020253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115866180340020253' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115859316393156596</id><published>2006-09-18T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T23:30:41.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my dear blind friends takugo and yabbie, as much as I would like to think I am the super ultra godly yandao of the universe and have girls beg for my favour, I am more grounded in reality then that. Also, I have a really good optician to recommend. Please try and be more tolerant of my psychiatrist as well, he has a really overdeveloped Tourette's Syndrome case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my latest experiment to further improve my slacking ability, I have turned to polyphasic sleeping! For the uninformed, the theory behind is that your sleep cycle is such that you only get about 3 hours of effective sleep out of your 8-9 hours. Polyphasic sleeping essentially conditions you achieve effective sleep within 15-30 seconds of falling asleep rather then going through the entire sleep cycle. What you do is sleep for half an hour every 4 hours or so, because half an hour in your old sleep cycle isn't enough for you to reach the effective sleep patterns. According to everyone who has tried this, the first week or so is hell as your body adjusts to your new sleeping pattern and conditions itself to achieve the effective sleep patterns as soon as you fall asleep. Thats more or less the theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In practice, IT IS AN INSANE, RETARDED, STUPID (fill in more adjectives on my tagboard I'll add them in) IDEA. After going through 1 day of that and having to attend school, my eyeballs are ready to fall out of my head and bounce on the floor until they shrivel up and are carried away by ants. I feel like a zombie, I probably look like one, and I'm being extremely clumsy, like kicking the doorframe as I tried to walk through it or tripping over small things. But perserverance is important! And so is risk-taking! I will be extremely interested to find out if I fall over the steps on the overhead bridge to school tmr and roll all the way down. I always wanted an excuse to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, I had better ensure I can survive this. Right now the thought of having to go through a whole week feeling like this is appealing to me as much as using a blunt spoon to saw off my fingers 1 by 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115859316393156596?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115859316393156596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115859316393156596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115859316393156596' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115814537484206421</id><published>2006-09-13T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:02:54.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A realistic guide to your prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone is busy getting stressed out and emo over how poorly they are doing for their prelims, I have decided to impart some of my boundless wisdom to the poor struggling masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, if everyone complaining to me did as poorly as they thought they would do, RJ would probably prop up the education table right up there with ITE West. Since RJ isn't there however, there is a very very high chance that all you complaining people are going to do alot better then you think. Or perhaps I am misinterpreting the countless complaints. Perhaps all the complainees perceive doing "well" as attaining 97% or greater for any said paper. In which case, go straight on complaining because I highly doubt you will attain said 97% or greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, to all the guys out there who don't give a shit about your prelims as you know you are going off to serve the nation and the prelims mean less to you then the bird droppings on the canteen table, there is still opportunity to be found in the prelims. Every girl out there is complaining that she won't do well, won't get this grade, won't get that. Instead of ignoring it like you do normally, seize this opportunity to tell them "jiayoux!" or "you are super smart one sure can!" When they fail to acheive their required 97%, they will remember you as supportive and encouraging and come cry on your shoulder. A great opportunity for you people blind enough to fall for any JC girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, do not look upon the prelims as a true reflection of the A levels. The prelims bear as much resemblance to the A levels as much as I do to Brad Pitt. The prelims are merely a means by which all teachers take revenge upon their students for the 2 years of hell you have put them through. Compressing 2 years of hell into 2 weeks is bound to leave you lying on the floor tortured and begging for it to end, which will satisfy your teachers no end. Instead, take the failures cheerfully with a huge smile on your face and deny your teachers their only opportunity to see you vegetabilized on a desk begging for mercy, as you have seen them so many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, to everybody out there who thinks their prelim results matter to anyone, I suggest calling my psychiatric hotline at 94353835. Your prelim results, matter NOTHING. They could probably be classified as anti-matter and would explode the world once they come into contact with it. They only matter if 1) you are one of those exalted people who are likely to attain scholarships to everywhere in the world or 2) are delusional enough to think that they will help secure your place in some overseas university. In the first case, you're probably smart enough to get A1 4As and 3 distinctions and would hardly be reading my blog in the first place. In the second case, again, 94353835.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I don't really have a fifth point but 5 is a nice round number so I squeezed out one more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this guide works for you as well as it worked for me, and goodluck to me on Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115814537484206421?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115814537484206421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115814537484206421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115814537484206421' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115804501980937820</id><published>2006-09-12T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:10:19.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi, its the second day of school and im not in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while everyone is sweating over their prelims, im sweating at home because of the fucked up weather we're having now. uninteresting as this blog update may be, i currently have no mood to attempt to attach pictures or rant about emo stuff in a plea for attention. instead, i will complain about my 4th finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really appreciated  my 4th finger until yesterday. beating odds greater then the 1 to 3250000000 odds that the NZ woman beat to win the lottery grand prize twice, i managed to put my hand on a section of the overhead bridge railing that was inhabited by a bee the size of half my finger. bees will be bees (hurhur), and it proceeded to take the wonderful opportunity to sting my 4th finger, which is now twice the size of all my other fingers. i wouldnt give a shit if it was on my left hand which would probably only inconvenience my pressing of wsad, but right hand fucking sucks. i use my right hand to move my mouse, to click, to dota, to carry stuff, to everything, and now its basically disabled. im typing this entry with 1 hand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i will put dilbert philosophy to use. nothing in this world cannot be turned to your advantage. so i will complain tons, garner lots of sympathy from everybody, and tell my teachers i am unable to write and thus am unable to do their homework. AWRIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115804501980937820?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115804501980937820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115804501980937820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115804501980937820' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115749621130339290</id><published>2006-09-06T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T06:43:31.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too emo, stressed and tired to blog lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/wrists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115749621130339290?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115749621130339290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115749621130339290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115749621130339290' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115695407269733607</id><published>2006-08-31T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:07:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115695407269733607?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115695407269733607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115695407269733607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115695407269733607' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115648289307827293</id><published>2006-08-25T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:14:53.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the prelims are OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/Omgwtfbbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/Omgwtfbbq.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while going through this extremely trying time in my life, i have discovered one of the most shocking facts of the universe, hitherto unknown to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/studying.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/400/studying.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, think of the kittens. especially the esteemed students studying at the college at my doorstep. you guys are either studying too much, or the drivers are just really really bad. either way, please, save the kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/driveway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/400/driveway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kittens need your help. please, do your part for the feline world. the kittens need YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/savethekittens.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/400/savethekittens.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115648289307827293?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115648289307827293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115648289307827293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115648289307827293' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115632607327036691</id><published>2006-08-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:41:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pcmedia.gamespy.com/pc/image/article/599/599411/the-five-stages-of-warcraft-20050328031136753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pcmedia.gamespy.com/pc/image/article/599/599411/the-five-stages-of-warcraft-20050328031136753.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pcmedia.gamespy.com/pc/image/article/599/599411/the-five-stages-of-warcraft-20050328031135956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pcmedia.gamespy.com/pc/image/article/599/599411/the-five-stages-of-warcraft-20050328031135956.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pcmedia.gamespy.com/pc/image/article/599/599411/the-five-stages-of-warcraft-20050328031136222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pcmedia.gamespy.com/pc/image/article/599/599411/the-five-stages-of-warcraft-20050328031136222.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pcmedia.gamespy.com/pc/image/article/599/599411/the-five-stages-of-warcraft-20050328031135597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pcmedia.gamespy.com/pc/image/article/599/599411/the-five-stages-of-warcraft-20050328031135597.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pcmedia.gamespy.com/pc/image/article/599/599411/the-five-stages-of-warcraft-20050328031136488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pcmedia.gamespy.com/pc/image/article/599/599411/the-five-stages-of-warcraft-20050328031136488.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115632607327036691?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115632607327036691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115632607327036691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115632607327036691' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115615429624218686</id><published>2006-08-21T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:58:16.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear today is the best day of my life. no more metal in my mouth!!! goodbye braces, hello retainers!! the procedure was mildly disgusting, and terribly painful. ok its only because i have 2 screws screwed into my gums and they had to be removed along with the braces, other then that the braces removing didnt hurt a bit. the screws were removed by some plier-like tool which he basically used to hold the screw-head and screw it out of my gums like it was a real screw. ow. and he pulled the thing out after  unscrewing it about halfway, so even more ow. so now i have perfectly straight, white (more or less) teeth but also have two bleeding holes in my gums which he says will heal in about 1 week. so please excuse me if i spit blood on you, it isnt my fault!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home i managed to terrorize 6 RGS girls who were on the same bus, mainly because i was sitting at the seat nearest the entrance and smiling like an idiot because it feels so good to not have metal in my mouth. so when they got on, i looked up, and gave all of them a huge smile, upon which they all proceeded to hurry to the back of the bus while i laughed my ass off after realizing what i did. maybe i'll become the 105 paedophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/wtf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115615429624218686?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115615429624218686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115615429624218686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115615429624218686' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115596332960320286</id><published>2006-08-19T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:57:26.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good morning singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims have been a disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/explosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/explosion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup thats us, walking away from the exam hall as the paper ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my social life is a wreck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/train_wreck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/train_wreck.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, the ambiguously gay duo are finally down, so life is perfect!! try and spot where i am in the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/twinemps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/twinemps.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/twinemps2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/twinemps2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still coughing like crazy though sighh zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115596332960320286?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115596332960320286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115596332960320286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115596332960320286' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115567809319974032</id><published>2006-08-16T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T05:48:48.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href ="http://84.40.3.164/" target="_blank"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;, is what a honda feels like. I need 1 now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115567809319974032?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115567809319974032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115567809319974032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115567809319974032' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115539705001402079</id><published>2006-08-12T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:39:20.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im falling sick. =(&lt;br /&gt;prelims are in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;all rumours about me are false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my haiku writing is pro. actually i dont even know if it adheres to the correct number of syllables. i doubt it though lol, but im too sick to care now. i'll provide more regulary and better updates once i get better / prelims are over / i learn how to do podcasts. klarissa teh this illness is all your fault, i hate you for life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115539705001402079?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img445.imageshack.us/img445/863/ggfaileu2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if even he says it, i think im screwed. this isnt the time to panic. the time to panic was about 3 weeks ago. i will remain calm and fail with peace and quietness in my heart. zennnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115506351474024752?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115506351474024752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115506351474024752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115506351474024752' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115488394091628547</id><published>2006-08-07T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:05:43.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, presenting World of Warcraft Idol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the list is my guild leader, the best guild leader i have EVER had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guild Leader : Alright guys, we will kill a gargoyle for warmup before we start the deathknight wing, all come over to the PLACK (plague) wing now&lt;br /&gt;Raid : omgwtfbbq&lt;br /&gt;Guild Leader : You guys better learn to respect ok, I say kill the fucking gargoyle means kill the fucking gargoyle, don't ask question!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 u long time cutegirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is getting more and more boring, i'll try and change the style of posting in a while when i finally bother to download fireworks and photoshop to start photoediting properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i have nothing left to post, so i will reply the last few tags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klar : lol you calling me smart?? who is the one getting praised up down left right by mr lee for being smart and having a great memory??&lt;br /&gt;gary : will you be mine?&lt;br /&gt;shenz : beepbeepgoesthejeep!&lt;br /&gt;roland : HIHIHI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115488394091628547?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115488394091628547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115488394091628547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115488394091628547' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115462622492589011</id><published>2006-08-04T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:30:25.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after the self-aggrandising job of writing myself a testimonial, my expansive vocabulary has been absolutely and completely exhausted. however, if you wish someone to assist you in making yourself sound like a teen genius with 2 billion IQ with superstar looks and who is loved so much that people are willing to fall on grenades for you, im your man. msn me for my amazing testimonial for a small sample of my incredible skills at fabrication, honed over many years of cheating my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell the truth, i don't think the testimonial is at all important in future job interviews. results gosu = interview, interview gosu = job, who the hell gives a shit about what the hell people 14 years ago thought of you and how great you were. but anyway im still offering my testimonial writing services!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i shall end my post with a shocking fact about the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICANS spend £5.6bn on pornography every year - the same amount their government spends on foreign aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly shocking actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115462622492589011?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115462622492589011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115462622492589011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115462622492589011' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115451360150917020</id><published>2006-08-02T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:17:47.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/5346/sexiszerojb0.gif" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in GP, our esteemed teacher was discussing the effect of the disappearance of gender roles, and mentioned something girls sitting with legs open wearing a skirt due to the disappearance of accepted gender behaviour from societal norms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if they dont do that already. not that i'm objecting, but if you are 100kg and 150cm, please understand that we dont really want to see more of you then we already do, so wear a longer skirt &lt;3. or we will all end up spitting rice onto the floor. please be considerate and think of the poor starving children in afganistan who will probably never see more then 20 grains of rice in their life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115451360150917020?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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singapore kampong, i will show a record of my results including JC1 common tests x2, promos, and the JC2 CTs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP : 4-0 (gg i pass everything ENGLISH HEN COOL)&lt;br /&gt;Maths : 1-3 (thanks mr lee for the 1!!)&lt;br /&gt;Econs : 3-0 (gg why the fuck did i drop this)&lt;br /&gt;Physics : 2-2 (omfg draw)&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry : 0-4 (ownage benzene ring ligand exchange with mild oxidation and geometric isomerism ftw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematical genius in me has gone through many statistics, normal, binomial and poisson distributions while using the central limit theorem to conclude that for the prelims, i will obtain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP : Pass (HOORAY STOP STEALING MY COUCH CHINESE SCHOLARS OR I WILL LAMBAST YOU WITH MY UNSURPASSED VOCABULARY OF WHICH YOUR PATHETIC UNDERSTANDING WILL FAIL TO COMPREHEND SO BADLY THAT YOU WILL GROVEL AT MY FEET AND BEG FOR FORGIVENESS)&lt;br /&gt;Maths : Pass (I &lt;3 u mr lee)&lt;br /&gt;Econs : GG&lt;br /&gt;Physics : Pass (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry : Fail (sorry mdm don't kill me i tried!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. to all chinese scholars who are not stealing my couch in the library, please remember me when you own the world&lt;br /&gt;PPS. my chinese results are not included because a C6 is enough to get me into NUS&lt;br /&gt;PPPS. i am tired and incoherent BBJC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115443459680733083?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115443459680733083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115443459680733083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115443459680733083' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115436064717489153</id><published>2006-07-31T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:44:07.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister's explanation as to why she attempted to be a sailor and treat my towel as a rope astounds me. "you were playing your computer and I was bored" wtf??? do i go around tying her sportsbra / t-shirt / shorts / panties into knots around my doorknob when i am bored and she is using the computer???? anyway its ok, if you're reading this shina peh, i still &lt;3 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i repaired the bedpost. MR DIY!!! it wasnt that hard actually, and amazingly i did not murder myself doing any of it. today was a great day. i woke up at 6 am and listened to it rain, and then my father walks in, i say HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY, and he allows me to pon school. i &lt;3 my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is actually alot more to be said about today, but i'll postpone it in favour of going outside to watch TV and reading dings' tag on my tagboard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115436064717489153?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115436064717489153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115436064717489153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>deciding to go to bathe at 2:20am in the morning is probably indication of a fucked up sleep schedule, but then again i've never lived on a normal one anyway. today's decision to go bathe was made special by the fact that i managed to destroy my bedpost on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my towel usually hangs from my bedpost, and today was no different. however, this being 2:20 am in the morning, i am not especially observant and just grabbed my towel from the bedpost. encountering resistance, i pulled harder and succeeded in yanking my bed towards myself and nearly crushing my own feet. soooo, obviously the intelligent decision was made to hold my bed down while pulling my towel off. this is so stupid i deserve to have my bed fall on me and kill me and my name immortalized in the darwinawards for life. in any case, metal bedpost vs towel and me? no chance. the bedpost got destroyed utterly by me yanking it out and i'll have to go find a screwdriver and the random screws i destroyed and screw the bedpost back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the hell decided to tie my towel into a knot on my bedpost????? i'm looking at YOU, shina peh, sleeping at the foot of my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115428401439716836?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115428401439716836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115428401439716836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115428401439716836' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-115425324339640336</id><published>2006-07-30T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:54:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in lieu of the fact that i have nothing to do on a sunday afternoon (omg social life need), which also happens to be my father's birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY), i will make a half-hearted attempt at resurrecting this blog. given the fact that my red cross first aid cert ran out 1 year ago, i am apparently to blame if said resurrection attempt fails and the blog dies again. sue me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, my tagboard has been kept marginally alive by people who still read my blog, no idea why they do so. it must be satisfying to see that proclamation of my supreme english for about 4 months. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday is coming. i havent attended school on monday for 2 weeks, given the fact that i dont attend lectures (yes omg i skip lectures i can see all the RJ people dying of shock) monday has about 5 - 5.5 hours out of the 7 hours i attend school each day wasted. however, due to the life-changing speech i was given by our dear physics HOD who cannot pronounce the letter n, i have decided to make myself a better person and attend lectures, but im still not attending school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, according to the same physics HOD which gave us a lecture on not attending lectures, wearing your school badge is infinitely more important then attending lectures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics HOD : lecturelecturelecture&lt;br /&gt;Student without badge (hihiamos) walks in&lt;br /&gt;Physics HOD : Where is your badge???&lt;br /&gt;Student without badge : Oh, i forgot to wear it, it's ok&lt;br /&gt;Physics HOD : NGO IT IS NGOT OKAY GO OUT AND GET A BADGE NGOW AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU HAVE ONE (echoes around empty LT at about 3000 decibels)&lt;br /&gt;Student without badge runs away&lt;br /&gt;Student runs back with badge&lt;br /&gt;Physics HOD : ngot wearing a school badge is a sign that you have no school spirit blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;Physics HOD proceeds to scold said student and stop lecturing us on needing to attend lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, wear your badge, and you can pon any lecture you want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-115425324339640336?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115425324339640336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/115425324339640336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115425324339640336' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-114286895144034737</id><published>2006-03-20T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:36:45.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; min-height:250px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How grammatically correct are you? (Revised with answer key)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/BaalObsidian/1080162080_cturesgod3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You are a &lt;b&gt;GRAMMAR GOD&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations!  If your mission in life is not already to preserve the English tongue, it should be.  You can smell a grammatical inaccuracy from fifty yards.  Your speech is revered by the underlings, though some may blaspheme and call you a snob.  They're just jealous.  Go out there and change the world.&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(128,0,128)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/BaalObsidian/quizzes/How+grammatically+correct+are+you%3F+%28Revised+with+answer+key%29"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/BaalObsidian/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=467636"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6775250-114286895144034737?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/114286895144034737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/114286895144034737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114286895144034737' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-114163573943106707</id><published>2006-03-06T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:02:20.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blackrock is Full Position in Queue : 1050 Estimated time : 300 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since i have approximately 5 hours with nothing to do, here i am again. i got c6 for chinese!! goodbye FOREVER. on the other hand, the common tests are coming and since about every teacher has threatened me with remedial to help me fulfill my so-called potential i shall have to study. sigh. and my teeth hurt. and this entry is incoherent. and i didnt go to school today. i was coughing really really badly and i coughed out blood and freaked out. but after a while i realized that my braces just cut something in my mouth and it was bleeding and so i dont have internal bleeding or anything, just a really bad cough. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-114163573943106707?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/114163573943106707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/114163573943106707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114163573943106707' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-114114602408717733</id><published>2006-03-01T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:00:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent blogged for so long that the blogger.com link has disappeared off my url bar. anyway im going to try to get back into the habit of blogging! so to all my numerous fans out there, rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;actually i have nothing much to say. my life is extremely boring. it consists of school (occasionally when i feel like going), tuition, and world of warcraft. since i do nothing at school, nothing out of the ordinary at tuition, and nothing that most people who read this blog understand in world of warcraft, i guess im at a loss for what to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. PLEASE PRAY FOR MY CHINESE RESULTS. PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dario : go start it&lt;br /&gt;shenz : hi2u2&lt;br /&gt;xt : =O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-114114602408717733?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/114114602408717733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/114114602408717733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114114602408717733' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113976443511459284</id><published>2006-02-13T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:13:55.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;^head^&gt; A nine year old boy asks his mother, "Is God male or female?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;^head^&gt; After thinking for a moment, his mother responds, "Well God is both male and female."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;^head^&gt; This confuses the boy, so he asks, "Is God black or white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;^head^&gt; "Well," she says, "God is both black and white."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;^head^&gt; This really confuses the boy, so he asks, "Is God gay or straight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;^head^&gt; Feeling a bit out of her depth, but wanting to be consistent, the mother answers, "Honey, God is both gay and straight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;^head^&gt; At this the boy's face lights up with understanding and he triumphantly asks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;^head^&gt; "Is Michael Jackson God?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113976443511459284?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113976443511459284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113976443511459284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113976443511459284' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113865175249245047</id><published>2006-01-31T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T04:09:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xiao hai bu ben 2 is one of the absolutely most touching movies i have ever ever watched. sigh. i can look at the characters and see parts of my life being acted out. like the arguments with parents, storming out of rooms etc..i feel like i can easily be any one of those kids in the movie. and i dont have any reason to be. my parents love me, they spend time with me, they provide me with almost anything i want. and it just made me feel damn guilty about the fact that i dont appreciate them enough and that there are just so many more people out there who arent as lucky as i am to have such great parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as the show went on it got more and more touching. like the part where the weird auntie is scolding the boy for not appreciating what his father has done for him, and listing all the things like eating less to get him tuition, buying him a new school bag (even though it sucked), going to every secondary school to plead for his son and hand-writing 160+ letters to each school. i can completely imagine my father doing that for me. and it just made me cry to think that he is willing to do so much for me and that i in return do almost nothing for him. yes, i did cry, and im not ashamed of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we all know intellectually that our parents love us, yet i think only a limited few of us know it in our hearts. and i dont think im one of those people, i quarrel with my parents way too much. and its not like i have much reason to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike the parents of the children in the show, my parents are great. they try their best to spend time with me and understand me, but im the one shutting myself away from them by gluing myself to my computer and ignoring them. they are very lenient with me, but im the one taking it for granted and complaining and getting angry when they try to make me do something even though they've been very reasonable and they asked nicely. they dont expect me to turn out perfect academic results, in fact they always encourage me when i dont do well, but im the one not responding and neglecting my studies and constantly disappointing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a useless son. sigh. ok im stopping here im almost in tears again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113865175249245047?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113865175249245047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113865175249245047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113865175249245047' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113847823412512873</id><published>2006-01-29T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T04:06:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>China's policy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;RvLeshrac&gt; &lt;China&gt; You give back hostages, or we kill all muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;RvLeshrac&gt; &lt;China&gt; What we care you nuke us? We have billion more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;RvLeshrac&gt; &lt;China&gt; We stop birth restriction, we make billion more. Three day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;RvLeshrac&gt; &lt;US&gt; Stop flooding our markets with cheap goods, or we stop selling you soybeans. &lt;China&gt; We stop birth restriction! &lt;US&gt; Fuck. OK, OK! You can have the damned soybeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;RvLeshrac&gt; &lt;China&gt; You give us code, or we flood world with chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;RvLeshrac&gt; &lt;China&gt; All your shirt shrink up like penis in arctic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;RvLeshrac&gt; &lt;China&gt; You never get decent haircut. You explain to women why no manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;RvLeshrac&gt; &lt;China&gt; We own you like Hong Kong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113847823412512873?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113847823412512873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113847823412512873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113847823412512873' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113838280745712847</id><published>2006-01-28T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T01:26:47.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh...sick over cny =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113838280745712847?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113838280745712847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113838280745712847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113838280745712847' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113783208409383769</id><published>2006-01-21T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T16:28:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.co.jp/Milano-Cat/7098/abc.html"&gt;ABC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn thy abc n00b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113783208409383769?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113783208409383769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113783208409383769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113783208409383769' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113767835008191082</id><published>2006-01-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:47:55.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gssq.entryplug.org/writings/girl.htm"&gt;Things girls do to waste time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is soooo true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113767835008191082?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113767835008191082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113767835008191082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113767835008191082' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113751415537699858</id><published>2006-01-18T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:09:15.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouch. the op was terrifying. makes me wonder if i should go for the final one at the end of this year. basically he spent some time cleaning up all my teeth, den dabbed some weird acidic thing onto the gums that were going to have the screws inserted, left it there for a few mins, cleaned it off, took a drill and saline and basically drilled a small hole into the gum area while injecting saline onto it. all this under anesthesia of course. then after that, he took a screw which was fitted onto this modified screwdriver, and just poked the end of it into my gum and screwed the screw in. so now i have two 1-cm long screws inserted horizontally through two of my gums. i cant talk properly without mumbling because it hurts so much and i cant eat anything again. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113751415537699858?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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width="250" height="150" border="1" alt="Handwriting Analysis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;What does your handwriting say about YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of your analysis say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.&lt;br /&gt;You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones.&lt;br /&gt;You are diplomatic, objective, and live in the present.&lt;br /&gt;You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!&lt;br /&gt;You are self-confident and like to bring attention to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113734101838656166?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scored as &lt;b&gt;El Zorro&lt;/b&gt;. 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v. 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113709157343848067?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113709157343848067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113709157343848067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113709157343848067' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113648040418083867</id><published>2006-01-06T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T01:00:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bitter are the tears of a child: Sweeten them.&lt;br /&gt;Deep are the thoughts of a child: Quiet them.&lt;br /&gt;Sharp is the grief of a child: Take it from him.&lt;br /&gt;Soft is the heart of a child: Do not harden it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this poem touched me for some reason as yet unknown to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113648040418083867?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113648040418083867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113648040418083867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113648040418083867' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113615050313510408</id><published>2006-01-02T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T05:21:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new year, new template.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to do one of those recaps of 2005 where i gush over all the wonderful things that happened and all my wonderful friends and how much i love them all and how much i hope that this year will be even more wonderful then the last. my friends know who they are, they know the wonderful stuff that has happened and all the fun times we had, and i dont see a need to recap it for total strangers. i'm in kind of a bad mood now so this is probably not the best time for me to be blogging and so forgive me if my entry sounds a little hostile. and about the hoping that this year will be even better then the last, i think its a little pointless. if every year we made the same wish, and every year it came true, why are old people complaining so much? they should be living completely perfect lives in complete perfect comfort. cynical yes, realistic yes. this year will probably have its ups and downs just like last, and all i can do is make my resolutions and hope i fulfill them and in so doing have more ups this year then downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year resolutions :&lt;br /&gt;1) to work myself to my limit for my A's, i doubt i've ever really even come close to using half of my studying capability so this year lets try to use it all&lt;br /&gt;2) to spend my time better, last year i kind of wasted my time on alot of stupid things, and this year hopefully i know better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not be overly ambitious. two is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and going to countdown @ boonlay was fun! even though the countdown events were lousy we still had fun =D and klarissa teh and whoever else has photos send them to me thx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113615050313510408?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113615050313510408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113615050313510408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113615050313510408' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113553709446132808</id><published>2005-12-26T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:58:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored, so i will do this from bonks' blog&lt;br /&gt;A QUIZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What foods did you hate as a kid but love now? i love all kinds of food now but i cant eat them!!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ham or turkey at Christmas and Easter? fq i cant eat _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What family recipes have been handed down to you, and have you tweaked any of them a little bit to make them more yours? WHY EVERYTHING ABOUT FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not? not at all. i lose stuff in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly? haha, anyone who knows me knows this can't be true&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you say that your desk is organized right now? i suppose, i swept everything off it and put it into some cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you alphabetize CDs, books, and DVDs, or does it not matter? no...wtf my house would be even more like a library if i did that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to organize? i doubt i really organise anything lol, no leadership potential ftl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last TV show you watched? america's nx top model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the last thing you complained about? that i lost 5kg thanks to braces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who was the last person you complimented and what did you say? me? compliment people? lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was the last thing you threw away? some piece of paper i attempted to eat a piece of log cake off, i gave up after one bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last website that you visited? bsguild.playtime.uni.cc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like talking on the phone? not really, i cant remember the last time i had a really long phone convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone? my sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. About how many telephones do you have at home? 2 wired, 4 handphones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you rather pick up the phone and call someone or write them an e-mail or a letter? Why or why not? neither, msn ftw, if msn fails, sms ftw, if sms fails, den i will call, i havent written an email for AGES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is one thing you don't like about your body? my teeth ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is one thing you like about your body? nothing...too ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are three things you want to change about your home? pool table, tv in my room and soundproof room, i get really irritated with noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are four books you want to read this year? none, i've read them all lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What are five promises you have kept to yourself? i dont promise myself anything actually, i just hope for the best lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What's the last vivid dream that you remember having? something about it raining and me sheltering some girl with an umbrella, so romantic right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any recurring dreams? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What's the scariest nightmare you've ever had? i never had a nightmare before i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever written your dreams down or considered it? Why or why not? bonks u misintepreted this question its asking did u consider writing your dreams down. anyway no to both questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What colour is your bedsheet? blue and green with snoopy all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What colour are your pajamas? err i wear RJ pe to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What sound do you wake up to most mornings? i dont wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is the last thing you do before turning off the lights to go to sleep at night? turn off my monitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What do you see from your bedroom window? some forest lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What makes you homesick? being overseas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where is "home" for you? its where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What makes it home for you? hahahaha this doesnt really suit the response i gave up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Where is the furthest you've been from home, miles-wise? korea? australia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113553709446132808?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113553709446132808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113553709446132808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113553709446132808' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113537468442225458</id><published>2005-12-24T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T05:51:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/me%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/me%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im angry. very angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113537468442225458?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113537468442225458'/><link rel='self' 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can take some time to look back upon their lives and wonder, how could i have done better? and sadly, when its my turn on that bed, looking back at my life, i would regret many of the decisions i've made at this age. when its my turn to sit on my bed and cough out my lungs and ache in every bone of my body, i will look back on these years and regret that i never made full use of my youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need advice. i need help. help me =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113515108265499480?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113515108265499480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113515108265499480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113515108265499480' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113501946696337014</id><published>2005-12-20T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T03:11:06.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if the self-help book thing is true, why can't i give myself advice? ..sigh =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113501946696337014?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113501946696337014'/><link 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Book!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B8F7D0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcrappychristmasgiftareyouquiz/self-help-book.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your advice is not always welcome...&lt;br /&gt;It's always right on target.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcrappychristmasgiftareyouquiz/"&gt;What Crappy Christmas Gift Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113501942261376664?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113501942261376664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113501942261376664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113501942261376664' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113496479403692192</id><published>2005-12-19T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T11:59:54.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want my 4 teeth back. and yes i'll flush my tagboard once i find the password&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113496479403692192?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>ANGER &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have a quick temper?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so, it kind of takes alot to piss me off&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;ignore everyone, maybe shut myself up until im ok&lt;br /&gt;what's the worst thing you've done when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;im not sure actually, i think i slapped someone once&lt;br /&gt;if you can turn back time, would you have never done this?&lt;br /&gt;no, if i did it, i have a very good reason to&lt;br /&gt;ever made anyone cry when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;i really hope not, if i did, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;ever physically hurt someone when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;slapping is physical hurt i think&lt;br /&gt;do you curse when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;i curse all the time, part of normal speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you really cried your heart out?&lt;br /&gt;sigh. too recently.&lt;br /&gt;ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;ever cried on your friend's shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;nope. offer me yours?&lt;br /&gt;ever cried over the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;do you cry when you get an injury?&lt;br /&gt;nope...i think only once when i teared after fracturing my wrist, but it really hurt =(&lt;br /&gt;do certain songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;none =/&lt;br /&gt;can you make yourself cry?&lt;br /&gt;yup, but theres no point haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAIN &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the hardest thing you've ever had to go through?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, not sure really, graduating from sec4? knowing that i'll see my sec4 classmates only on certain occasions. or leaving RJ after first three months.&lt;br /&gt;what's the worst thing you've done to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;/wrists. haha no probably tearing my shoulder ligament or fracturing my wrist&lt;br /&gt;what's the worst thing you've done to somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;/slap&lt;br /&gt;ever had a painful break up?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;what about the old 'pain for pleasure'?&lt;br /&gt;wtf thats disgusting like saw 2???&lt;br /&gt;how depressed can you get?&lt;br /&gt;very. but sleeping makes it all go awayyy&lt;br /&gt;do you inflict pain on yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i goalkeep. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you normally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;yay ^^&lt;br /&gt;what can make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;alot of things! ^^&lt;br /&gt;do you wish you were happier?&lt;br /&gt;of course. i wish i never got depressed and was always happy ^^&lt;br /&gt;what makes you the happiest?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know haha alcohol?? my friends probably&lt;br /&gt;is being happy overrated?&lt;br /&gt;dont lie!&lt;br /&gt;what about being with your friends, does that make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;roflcopter i just answered that 2 questions up&lt;br /&gt;can music make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;nah, soothes or makes me forget troubles, but not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times have you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;haha, those who know me know the answer! if u dont ask me =p&lt;br /&gt;do you still have feelings for any of your old significant others?&lt;br /&gt;i have never had a significant other =/&lt;br /&gt;have you ever loved someone so much, that you'd die for them?&lt;br /&gt;nope =/ &lt;br /&gt;did you ever love a guy/girl, tell them that, and only got 'thanks' as a reply?&lt;br /&gt;nope, who can resist me.&lt;br /&gt;ever loved someone so much, it hurt and made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;haha nope&lt;br /&gt;has anyone besides your friends and family ever said 'i love you' to you?&lt;br /&gt;lol tons of ppl, gay faggots&lt;br /&gt;ever stopped a relationship because they didn't say 'i love you'?&lt;br /&gt;wtf? no relationships so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you actually hate?&lt;br /&gt;ppl who play personal politics&lt;br /&gt;ever made a hate list?&lt;br /&gt;yes for quizzes like this&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been on a hate list?&lt;br /&gt;i really really hope not. if i am you wont be talking to me anyway or reading my blog&lt;br /&gt;are you a mean bully?&lt;br /&gt;NO =(&lt;br /&gt;do you hate any one that breaks your heart?&lt;br /&gt;haha, this is like trying to pry out the answer to the question above&lt;br /&gt;do you hate George Bush?&lt;br /&gt;who is george bush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF-ESTEEM &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is your self-esteem extremely low?&lt;br /&gt;yes probably&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i believe in my innate ability to be lousy at everything&lt;br /&gt;when people say they think you are pretty, do you deny you are?&lt;br /&gt;yay thx you gay faggots ^^!&lt;br /&gt;are you happy with who you are?&lt;br /&gt;not really, there's always room for improvement&lt;br /&gt;do you wish you can be someone else?&lt;br /&gt;i would rather be myself, but have the capability to do things that others can but i cant =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113440922779071383?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113440922779071383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113440922779071383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113440922779071383' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113427995579421006</id><published>2005-12-11T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:45:55.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i koped this from teo's blog&lt;br /&gt;TEN random things about me:&lt;br /&gt;1) i love S.H.E. &lt;br /&gt;2) i love liverpool&lt;br /&gt;3) i was glowing white when i came back from sec 1 hols&lt;br /&gt;4) i have had injuries on every part of the right side of my body from shoulder to toe&lt;br /&gt;5) i have 8 rubberbands in my mouth right now&lt;br /&gt;6) i have two legs&lt;br /&gt;7) i have a new cupboard in my room&lt;br /&gt;8) i can stick out my tongue and make it touch my nose&lt;br /&gt;9) i play about every computer game there is&lt;br /&gt;10) i go for maths tuition -________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE places I've visited:&lt;br /&gt;1) china&lt;br /&gt;2) malaysia&lt;br /&gt;3) korea&lt;br /&gt;4) thailand&lt;br /&gt;5) japan&lt;br /&gt;6) australia&lt;br /&gt;7) indonesia&lt;br /&gt;8) taiwan&lt;br /&gt;9) AZEROTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1) experience as many fun things as possible&lt;br /&gt;2) visit every country in the world&lt;br /&gt;3) do extreme sports &lt;br /&gt;4) find a girl i will love with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;5) have grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;6) learn2sing&lt;br /&gt;7) be good at something&lt;br /&gt;8) go on a safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN ways to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;1) have a sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;2) be very sweet-tempered, but not a pushover&lt;br /&gt;3) be very nice to everyone, but not let them take advantage of you&lt;br /&gt;4) love me with all your heart, i'll do the same&lt;br /&gt;5) be faithful&lt;br /&gt;6) pick me up when i'm down&lt;br /&gt;7) have a smile that melts my heart (i agree with teo on this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX things that annoy you:&lt;br /&gt;1) BLACKROCK IS FULL  POSITION IN QUEUE : 1125&lt;br /&gt;2) ppl who are too selfish and dont care what other people feel&lt;br /&gt;3) arrogant ppl who think they're better den everyone else&lt;br /&gt;4) ppl who backstab others, if u hate someone, tell him straight dont bitch behind his back&lt;br /&gt;5) being left out&lt;br /&gt;6) people who say hi on msn and forget to reply to you for 100000 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE things I'm afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;1) heights&lt;br /&gt;2) being alone&lt;br /&gt;3) tearing my shoulder ligament again&lt;br /&gt;4) never finding that one special person&lt;br /&gt;5) BRACES =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR of my favorite things in my bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;1) bed&lt;br /&gt;2) computer&lt;br /&gt;3) my SHE collection&lt;br /&gt;4) wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE things I do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1) breathe&lt;br /&gt;2) play computer games&lt;br /&gt;3) sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO things I want to do right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) EAT i cant eat =(&lt;br /&gt;2) go out and have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE person I want to see right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) secrets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>"Pain is temporary, straight teeth are forever"&lt;br /&gt;Well right now the pain is feeling very un-temporary. My teeth hurt so much that its impossible for me to eat. Actually i probably can eat, just that I dont think the pain is worth it. And therefore, I have not eaten anything at all for 24 hours. So now I'm starving as well. To think that the braces havent even been put in yet. I just have 8 rubberbands in my mouth in preparation for my braces being put in on tuesday =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist described the surgery I'm supposed to have on my jaw. It sounds completely scary and disgusting. Basically I'm allowed to use medisave to pay for it, and the surgery is put into the same category of medisave as open-heart surgery O_O its a 3 hour anaesthetic operation in which they make two incisions at the back of my mouth, separate the upper and lower jaw, remove the excess bone structure behind the lower jaw before reattaching the lower jaw, and doing the same to the upper jaw, except no need to remove bone structure and rather then pushing it back, they're pushing it forward. it sounds completely disgusting and I dont know how to convince my parents that I dont want to do it =/ helpppp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113427757345651909?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113427757345651909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113427757345651909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113427757345651909' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113386544308465927</id><published>2005-12-06T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:37:23.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, patience is a virtue everywhere. especially in world of warcraft. there's no secret to clearing molten core, you just go at it again, and again, and again, get your ass handed back to you on a plate repeatedly, asswipe after asswipe, until you succeed. sadly our guild is only getting the first part correct. extremely talented we are at getting our asses handed to us. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/noobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/noobs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more real life note, my toe is healed. time to resume training. i dont have much else to blog about thanks to my unpopularity and anti-socialness and lack of friends which permits me to stay at home everyday and watch our guild get dispwned. if you are reading this, and you are equally bored, know that there lives a kindred spirit in bishan st 12 blk 140 #06-448. &lt;br /&gt;on a less interesting note, i am now attending maths tuition. charles lim edmond and joshua are attending the same maths tuition as i am. the tuition teacher is not bad i think, so i'll try it out for awhile more and see if my maths grade improves. damn the singapore education system for doing this to me. but i have to suppress the urge to complain too much, because &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/LKY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/LKY.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS WATCHING.&lt;br /&gt;ok im going to eat, and if i can remember what my tagboard password is, im going to clear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113386544308465927?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113386544308465927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113386544308465927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113386544308465927' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113338084055222120</id><published>2005-12-01T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T04:00:40.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At long, long last. After tormenting months of trial and tribulation, I have achieved the speed limit. No more will I have to suffer the indignity of watching humans leave me in the dust of their horses, nor that of watching dwarves ride past me on their rams to glory, nor that of watching gnomes and their infernal contraptions called mechanostriders stride past me, nor that of watching the proud night elves being carried into battle past me on their fearsome saber mounts. No longer will I be forced to endure the merciless hounding of the Horde as orcs sweep past on their wolves, the tauren shake the earth with their kodos, the trolls leap past on their raptors and the undead strike fear with their skeletal warhorses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/warhorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/warhorse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so to you, my warhorse, my trusted companion for so long, I bid you farewell. I know that should i ever require your services again, you will still be willing to leap to my side and bear my burdens once more. But there comes a time when we must all move on. And this is the time. The Light willing, I call forth my charger to speed my way into glorious battle against the cowardly forces of the Horde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/summoning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/summoning.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, after enduring countless sacrifices, many near death encounters, my faith was rewarded, and I summon my new steed, the charger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/charger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/charger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;Arcticwind, Level 60 Paladin, Blackrock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113338084055222120?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113338084055222120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113338084055222120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113338084055222120' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113329171050006369</id><published>2005-11-29T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T03:15:10.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reasons why DotA is better than CS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Difference Skill Makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, skill makes alot more difference in DotA than it does in CS. If you are good in DotA, and your opponents suck to the point of being a collective black hole, you will pwn their collective asses completely and rape their base without them ever managing to bring you down below 50 percent health. Yet in CS, it is completely possible for the best player in the world to die to that para carrying newbie spraying into the wall just because he likes the new bullet hole and dust spraying effect that CS : Source gives. And if you, like me, happen to be one of those players who have played for a long time and know that u are moderately competent with the game, you will get completely and totally pissed off with the stupid people that u know u have the ability to circle-strafe inside out and pwn in one shot who JUST so happen to be randomly spraying at a random spot at the EXACT moment your head chooses to appear there with no way of u reacting unless u have 0.0000000001 millisecond reaction time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The difference your team makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in DotA, you can have a completely lousy team which when consigned to the deepest levels of dota noobness, will be spat out and rejected, and still do relatively well as long as you know how to play the game. note the word relatively. yes if your whole team feeds and the opposing heros are level 25 while you are striving tremendously to get your lvl 2 ultimate at lvl 11, you are dead in any case. but given a somewhat noob team, you can singlehandedly save the game with your unbelievable micro and using your teammates as bait. in CS, this is impossible. given teammates that strive to the utmost of their ability to provide you with the best white screen their money can buy, combined with 10 fps due to multiple stacked smoke grenades emitting smoke right in front of the most nonsensical locations, and people who believe that blocking teammates to retrieve their gun is the best way to play the game, i wish you all the best in trying to rescue the game from the clutches of the opponent. believe me, i have tried this, and it has worked only once. where i managed to kill 12/16 of the opposing team and the next round a vote was put up to kick me off the server for cheating. thankfully, i know the admins on that server and they happened to be playing on my team at the time so i was able to escape God's final justice of "Kicked from Server".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The whole money system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In DotA, you farm your own money. It is entirely dependant on your skill or your luck as you shoot your mystical fireballs or hack with your twin blades of death and destruction. And if you are good, and you prey on the mindless pack of people who have psychomotor problems that are pub players to bolster your gold, you will be rich beyond the means of anybody else in the game to match. CS is totally different. Regardless of skill, race, language or religion, everybody in the same team receives the same amount of money, with you only earning an extra 300 dollars for killing an enemy. Whereas if u win a round u get 3450 dollars, and you could have put in absolutely no effort at all and just relied on your team to get you your money so you can buy your spanking new auto-sniper rifle with which u can use to pwn the asses off the poor glock and desert eagle users on the opposing team who have no money, but through NO effort of your own. How is this a fair reflection of your own skill? And how does this encourage you to improve on your skills so that you can pwn other noobs. See, it isnt, and it doesnt. And thats why alot of pub CS players are not fit to play pinball with all the holes your ball can fall through plugged up, let alone CS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to continue this post now, maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113329171050006369?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113329171050006369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113329171050006369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113329171050006369' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113298258815931576</id><published>2005-11-26T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:33:11.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was an interesting day. let me recount the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up at my usual time of 1130 to find light shining into my eyes and the wrath of a drill being unleashed on the apartment above me, i discovered, to my tremendous horror that i had a grand total of five smses which i ignored because my phone was plugged into the charger and it doesnt vibrate when plugged in. as i replied to the smses, my monitor flared to life as i pressed the monitor button. i then discovered that 3 people had messaged me on the convenient application beloved of us known as MSN MESSENGER, ignoring the fact that i had my status set to away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing to ignore the three open conversation windows, i moved my mouse to my taskbar and clicked on the icon which has ruled my holidays. a sphere inscribed with a W, allowing me to immerse myself in a fantasy world ruled by wsad and my two mouse buttons, where i am able to slay ogres twenty times my height in less then 7 seconds with swords flashing so fast that my computer fails to keep up with them. yet, nothing so interesting today. i merely walked around the great city of ironforge chatting with random people and, amazingly, tore myself away from the computer to eat my extremely cold breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following which, my house was graced by a visit from Roland "rainbow" Chua(as yuan cai so aptly names him), who immediately decided to immerse himself in the world that i had just tore myself away from, to slaughter boars and scorpions and basilisks with nothing but his trusty pet and mighty bow and polearm. our beloved one-legged friend, again using the extremely convenient application referred to above as MSN MESSENGER, told us to meet him at bishan mrt at 1430. our brilliant sense of time permitted us to misinterpret that as 3oclock and as such, Mr. Rainbow only paused in his merciless hunt of hapless animals at 1430. disconnecting my mouse and removing my mousepad from the table, i threw them into my bag as i wore my jacket over my morrison house t-shirt as mr. rainbow visited the lavatory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, closing that masterpiece of wood known as a door behind me, we proceeded down the staircase and depressed the button to summon the lift to our floor. immediately mr. rainbow discovers that he left that mobile device without which none of us could survive now, the handphone, back up in my house. so up the stairs we trooped once more, reopening the wooden masterpiece of a door once more, for him to retrieve his handphone, and then proceeded on our long and uninteresting journey to the city hall mrt station and from there, continuing onwards to the heartland of singapore IT, no not sim lim square, but FUNAN THE IT MALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon arriving inside funan, we proceeded to meet up with our beloved DoTA teammates Gan "GGG" Wai Leong, Wong "deaceshooter" Di Fei, and Goh "trowa" Qi Xiang to eat lunch and be amused by mr. wong's talent in the art known as "bullshitting". following which, we moved on towards the centre of funan to register ourselves as present for our DoTA competition, and draft the heros that we wished to have. for the DoTA-illiterate people reading this, you will fail to comprehend the lists coming up, but since more people i know play DoTA then not, i will list the hero choices, in the order that they were drafted. TEAM KKAY:) (our team for the uninformed) : 1st) Razor the Lightning Revenant. 2nd) Ezalor the Keeper of the Light. 3rd) Akasha the Queen of Pain. 4th) Rylai Crestfall the Crystal Maiden. 5th) Rikimaru the Stealth Assassin. TEAM MJ IS GAY (our opponents for the people with IQ below 50) : 1st) Bradwarden the Centaur Chieftain. 2nd) Sven the Rogueknight. 3rd) Rhasta the Shadow Shaman. 4th) Kel'thuzad the Lich. 5th) Crixalis the Sand King. Luck was on their side as they managed to predict which side the golden piece of metal worth one singaporean dollar that the marshal flipped up into the air would land on. They chose to pick their hero first, so we were left with the choice of choosing the side that we would play on, and we decided we would, for strength and honour, defend the World Tree on the side of the Sentinels, and that they would, for king and country, defend the Frozen Throne on behalf of the Scourge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our immense talent, unbelievable micromanagement, extremely vulgar communication, perfectly coordinated timing and insane aggresiveness, we managed to, as gamers put it, "pwn" the other team. However, their defence held up under our constant probing, and in the end, Mr. Wong, also known as DeAceShooter brought down the righteous wrath of god upon the opponents by building an Oblivion Staff, which caused a "Fatal Error". Now, before this, our opponents, in an amazing display of gamesmanship, had attempted to have us disqualified over the fact that Mr. Gan aka GGG had built a Refresher Orb, which was technically forbidden by the rules of the game although the glitch caused by using it, ironically a "Fatal Error", had been fixed a few versions ago. The game was paused for around 15 minutes as the marshals debated on what to do, and in the end it was decided that as he had not used the Orb  yet, he would be permitted to blow it into oblivion (haha pun), or rather just throw his spears at it until the treasure box representing more then 5000 gold and 30 minutes of game time farming closed. So, back to Mr. Wong's calling down of Armageddon upon the entire game. After the game closed, he took a screenshot of the "Fatal Error" warning box along with the entire desktop and set it as the desktop wallpaper, in hopes of befuddling the poor, innocent gamer to next set his eyes upon that particular computer. As to who was awarded the win, the marshals viewed the replay up to the point where the game crashed, decided that our team had a clear and decisive advantage over the other due to the fact that we were beating them in hero kills, tower kills, barrack kills, levels and gold, and awarded us the victory over team MJ IS GAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following which, we made our slow way out of the gaming area and proceeded to scout out the other teams who were playing at the moment, and sad to say, most of them were a disgrace to the gift of God that is DoTA. Deciding not to sear our eyes with the blinding agony of watching those teams "play"(playing used in a figurative form here because i am unsure of whether those teams really knew how to play the game), we dragged our weary bodies into the shamelessly overpriced and yet over-patronized establishment known as PastaMania. Leaving Mr. Gan to place my order, i paid a visit to the lavatory, and after that, went back to consume my meal before leaving for home in a taxi with Mr. Gan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of us beating team MJ IS GAY today, we will have to once again, drag ourselves down to Funan tomorrow to face off against team Sacrilege. May Lady Luck shine upon us, and enhance our skills to the point of, as gamers say, "1337ness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus ends MY tale of epic proportions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113298258815931576?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113298258815931576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113298258815931576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113298258815931576' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113272815792673494</id><published>2005-11-23T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T14:42:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my doctor is completely wrong. its wednesday already and my toe hasnt healed yet zzz. it still hurts everytime i try to put weight on it, and its making me miss soccer training which is dumb since i want to train. yes no matter how slack ppl think i am i do want to train lol. haiz. and now, when i want to train, this happens. life is unfair! -.-&lt;br /&gt;hmm. im too bored to do a proper update now so i'll post some quotes from my msn convo logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01:13:16 AM] - - my engli: lol&lt;br /&gt;[01:13:20 AM] - - my engli: there was a rat btw&lt;br /&gt;[01:13:21 AM] - - my engli: did u see it&lt;br /&gt;[01:13:47 AM] why don't yo: haha nope&lt;br /&gt;[01:13:53 AM] why don't yo: poor daryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:02:32 AM] something's : who was at suntec?&lt;br /&gt;[12:02:42 AM] something's : apart from the best gamers in the world&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:22 AM] - - ????????: oh&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:23 AM] - - ????????: no one&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:31 AM] - - ????????: because i think roland waileong and i are&lt;br /&gt;              included in that description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:43:25 AM] something's : haha&lt;br /&gt;[12:43:27 AM] something's : what are friends for&lt;br /&gt;[12:44:44 AM] - - ????????: sex duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11:57:30 PM] - - ????????: *stabs&lt;br /&gt;[12:01:31 AM] stab me in t: -dies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:33:55 AM] -           : LOL&lt;br /&gt;[12:33:55 AM] -           : u wish?&lt;br /&gt;[12:33:58 AM] -           : im cyclops&lt;br /&gt;[12:33:59 AM] -           : wait&lt;br /&gt;[12:34:01 AM] -           : how to spell it (omg waileong with hotdog ftw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09:58:47 PM] so close yet: i am gigi fans, i support her for 8 years&lt;br /&gt;              alraedy la!!! i am hong kong people&lt;br /&gt;[09:59:28 PM] so close yet: I am hong kong people , but my friends&lt;br /&gt;              always saids I look like indian^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113272815792673494?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113272815792673494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113272815792673494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113272815792673494' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113241971924867755</id><published>2005-11-20T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:01:59.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while waiting for dota to start i will blog for once. i cracked my toe bone so i cant play soccer for some time, and i cant walk -___________- and it hurts alllll the time and theres this humongous white bandage around it to hold the toe in place until it heals straight and i cant take it off until wed at least =(. on a brighter note, i have to visit my dentist on monday to get xrayed to see if i need a jaw operation (plz no) or wear retainers (omg plz no) so not such a bright note after all and i have NO idea whatsoever how to go to tanglin mall. =( argh. k i update more after dota lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113241971924867755?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113241971924867755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113241971924867755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113241971924867755' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113199743585234666</id><published>2005-11-15T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T03:43:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REOPENED WITH QUIZZES FROM GARY&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113199743585234666?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113199743585234666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113199743585234666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113199743585234666' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113199734966052408</id><published>2005-11-15T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T03:42:29.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyper, insane, and a boatload of fun.&lt;br /&gt;You're a traveling party that everyone loves to follow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TRUE DYE HAIR PINK PLZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113199734966052408?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113199734966052408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113199734966052408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113199734966052408' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-113199726855841642</id><published>2005-11-15T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T03:41:08.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 25% Asshole/Bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=dd4c0ca6-a554-4cbe-b0e7-bc17462a412e"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=f8828b94-f1d9-424a-b2d8-9b47d093da27.gif" alt="Part Time Asshole/Bitch." border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I may think I am an asshole or a bitch, but the truth is I am a good person at heart.  Yeah sure, I can have a mean streak in me, but most of the people I meet like me.&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=dd4c0ca6-a554-4cbe-b0e7-bc17462a412e"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Asshole/Bitch Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearly i need to be more of an asshole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-113199726855841642?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113199726855841642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/113199726855841642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113199726855841642' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112967207305827762</id><published>2005-10-19T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T05:47:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is boring. help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112967207305827762?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112967207305827762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112967207305827762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112967207305827762' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112933788277726718</id><published>2005-10-15T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T08:58:02.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha benny you're wrong you're not the only guy who hasnt blogged after promos i realized dats me =/ rofl just lost the habit of blogging due to promos i guess. anyway promos are over (i think this is about 1 week late) i am completely screwed and im mentally preparing myself to be sent to MI next year. but lets not talk about that. i went to see a doctor regarding the cough i talked about in the last entry and i got completely owned by him. 1) he scolded me for not coming to see him earlier 2) he told me to listen to him for once and eat my medicine and sleep properly and eat properly or i might have an asthma relapse / send for xray because of lung problems 3) after that, he said i expect u back here in 1 week anyway because even with all my dire warnings you will still not eat your medicine or sleep properly or eat regularly so see you in one week. ROFL I GOT COMPLETELY OWNED -________________________- anyway ive been seeing him for like 5 years + already so we are kind of very good friends rofl. k im going to eat breakfast i will attempt to update more on my tedious and boring life later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112933788277726718?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112933788277726718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112933788277726718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112933788277726718' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112811209860149829</id><published>2005-10-01T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T04:28:18.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know what the fuck is wrong with my body nowadays. for one, i cough alot. i cant even remember the last time i went through one whole day without coughing, thats how long its been going on. cough cough cough cough cough non-stop. wtf. and at the moment ive coughed so much that whenever i inhale my sides hurt. and like sometimes i wont cough for a long while, den i'll cough so violently that my eyes will start tearing and i can't breathe properly and i collapse onto my bed just trying to get enough air. sounds very dramatic no? well it hasnt been exaggerated in the slightest. i feel like shit. second, i seem to be getting aches and pains everywhere. especially when i turn on the aircon and go to sleep. i'll wake up with a completely dry mouth feeling terrible and i have to drink like 1.5 litres of water before my mouth even starts to feel normal again. and my shins will ache like hell for some reason. i'll just lie in bed for like 15 minutes waiting for my shins to stop aching before i dare put them on the floor and get off my bed. sadly, this hasn't been an exaggeration as well. im scared. what the fuck is happening to me. this is completely wrong timing for this to happen. promos are in THREE days and i have tons more studying to do. and the mental stress im getting over the promos isn't helping any. i never cared about my studies this much before and i think it seriously sucks. how can people bear to think of nothing but their studies for like 1-2 months before the exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112811209860149829?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112811209860149829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112811209860149829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112811209860149829' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112801476571959745</id><published>2005-09-30T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T01:36:05.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOLUTION BY DEACESHOOTER:&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;u cant cancel out t/2&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;lool&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;it's like&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;x^2 + 2 = x^2 + 2x&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;u cant cancel out x^2&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;higher order math&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;right now we cancel&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;but if u let 1/t = x&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;then x^2 + 2 = x^2 + 2x&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;t^(-2) + 2 = t^(-2) + 2/t&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;then u solve&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;u realise theres a solution for&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;x = infinity&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;which doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;but if lets say x = tan k&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;then k = 45&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;basically that theorem is wrong&lt;br /&gt;so close yet so far says:&lt;br /&gt;gg i ownz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112801476571959745?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112801476571959745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112801476571959745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112801476571959745' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112801408947038552</id><published>2005-09-30T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T01:14:49.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Theorem: All numbers are equal.&lt;br /&gt;Proof: Choose arbitrary a and b, and let t = a + b. Then&lt;br /&gt;a + b = t&lt;br /&gt;(a + b)(a - b) = t(a - b)&lt;br /&gt;a^2 - b^2 = ta - tb&lt;br /&gt;a^2 - ta = b^2 - tb&lt;br /&gt;a^2 - ta + (t^2)/4 = b^2 - tb + (t^2)/4&lt;br /&gt;(a - t/2)^2 = (b - t/2)^2&lt;br /&gt;a - t/2 = b - t/2&lt;br /&gt;a = b&lt;br /&gt;So all numbers are the same, and math is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so stunned by this. explain what is wrong to me plskthx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112801408947038552?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112801408947038552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112801408947038552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112801408947038552' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112702346707395484</id><published>2005-09-18T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T14:04:27.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kjc. i should study but instead im here blogging. saturday. last soccer training until promos and pw are over. we beat nanyang 5-0 and i kept a clean sheet for 90 minutes!! but den again i didnt do anything the whole game because we played really well. after that we went wanker's house AGAIN. it just turned into a humongous winning 11 and dota session with a break inbetween to play soccer on the squash court. and we were really hungry at night so we ordered the 24 hour mcdonald delivery service. the fries are soggy. =( and they forgot gary's nuggets so the poor guy delivering to us at 2:30 had to go all the way back and come all teh way back just to deliver 6 nuggets lol. anyway it was a really fun stayover and i really still miss RI days when we could do this kind of rubbish all the time. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KJC TIME TO STUDY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112702346707395484?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112702346707395484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112702346707395484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112702346707395484' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112644304588040039</id><published>2005-09-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:50:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112644304588040039?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112644304588040039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112644304588040039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112644304588040039' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112635963086480158</id><published>2005-09-10T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:40:30.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nervous for tmr. WE BETTER WIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112635963086480158?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112635963086480158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112635963086480158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112635963086480158' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112628849081097526</id><published>2005-09-10T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:58:41.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK. today was a damn busy day z0mg. morning. wake up. go to sch for mock GP exam. it sucked terribly like wtf half the questions are asking for something which i totally cannot extract from the passage, and the essay question i picked was something like technology enables man to gain control over everything which was the easiest around but i bet i'll still die for it. anyway i rushed down to suntec city after that to watch WORLD CYBER GAMES. and i missed the 2nd coming of god. NOOOOOOO. WHY DID GRUBBY COME SO EARLY AND LEAVE SO EARLY Z0MG. &lt;br /&gt;just watched our dear friend ganwaileong (featured in THE STRAITS TIMES FRONT PAGE INTERVIEW COLUMN TODAY SEP 10 2005) play his games in which he beat SH.Maddog 2-1, walked over ta0ren and LOST TO MASHI 1-2. first game against mashi he lost the coin toss and first match on ECHO ISLES. for ppl who dont understand wc3 just understand that ECHO ISLES is the imba map for orc and orc ownz u on it and mashi is an ORC player. so waileong got owned completely by mashi in the first game. as the loser picks map for the next game, waileong picks turtle rock and being gosu owns mashi completely on it. now. for the 3rd game, mashi, picks ECHO ISLES. nobody expected that z0mg!! anyway waileong did quite well up till the point where mashi came to his base and killed one of his 5 acolytes mining his gold mine. and HE FORGOT TO BUILD HIS FIFTH ACOLYTE. so he lost ggxx.&lt;br /&gt;k after that me gary daryl and sinchi went to watch SAN GE HAO REN. the jackneo show. its damn funny z0mg i dunno why but i guess i can relate to sg jokes better lol. i recommend everybody watch it. but daisy irani is just stupid lol. didnt do much after the movie just went around ate dinner went back to watch roland throw his match to solar so that solar could go through and went home after that. tiring day. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[shuhui] no i refuse homework is not meant to be done&lt;br /&gt;[jenhan] LIAR&lt;br /&gt;[xt] YOU ARE RIGHT. k sorry my memory is completely lousy kthx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112628849081097526?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112628849081097526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112628849081097526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112628849081097526' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112610255774955002</id><published>2005-09-07T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:15:57.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Banana Pocky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/banana-pocky.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude: fun and lighthearted&lt;br /&gt;Unique and unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;You are cutie everyone falls for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pockyquiz.html"&gt;What Flavor Pocky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg the engrish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112610255774955002?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112610255774955002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112610255774955002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112610255774955002' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112594590649222218</id><published>2005-09-06T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:45:06.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm im too lazy to write a proper entry. so. QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood :: tired&lt;br /&gt;Current music :: Chi Xing Jue Dui - Li Sheng Jie&lt;br /&gt;Current taste :: Sweet. i love sweet stuff. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Current hair :: black.&lt;br /&gt;Current clothes :: ri pe and rj shorts&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyance :: dota retards&lt;br /&gt;Current smell :: some chocolate bar im not supposed to be eating due to my 1.5 week old sore throat. im still coughing =(&lt;br /&gt;Current thing I ought to be doing :: sleeping wtf its 2:23&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop picture : i random it. its my OG now. GO X'PHYRE&lt;br /&gt;Current favorite band :: Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;Current book :: Tom Clancy's Net Force : Point of Impact&lt;br /&gt;Current cd in stereo :: i dont have a stereo no money &lt;br /&gt;Current crush :: C*******A &lt;br /&gt;Current favorite celeb :: kelly! &lt;br /&gt;Current hate :: promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke? :: i am not hot unlike the bhb of the month winner, JENHAN&lt;br /&gt;Have a dream that keeps coming back? :: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Read the newspaper? :: comix ftw&lt;br /&gt;Have any gay or lesbian friends? :: err. if u are u can tell me. but i assume yes&lt;br /&gt;Believe in miracles? :: yes&lt;br /&gt;Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever? :: yes&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself tolerant of others? :: somewhat&lt;br /&gt;Consider love a mistake? :: no&lt;br /&gt;Like the taste of alcohol? :: absolut alcohol. wonder that would taste like.&lt;br /&gt;Have a favorite candy? :: lol my current favourite is haribo&lt;br /&gt;Believe in astrology? :: looking at the ghosts of dead stars to tell the future?? no.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in magic? :: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have any pets? :: does my sister count =X&lt;br /&gt;Go to or plan to go to college? :: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Have any piercings? :: no.&lt;br /&gt;Have an obsession? :: DOTAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a secret crush? :: its not secret&lt;br /&gt;Do they know yet? :: no.&lt;br /&gt;Care about looks? :: depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love? :: i doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? :: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in "the one?" :: someday, someone is going to name their kid THE and their surname will be wan and i will laugh my ass off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUICY STUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played a game that required removal of clothing? :: no. i live a sad life.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been intoxicated? :: yes. sorry gary.&lt;br /&gt;Height :: wtf how is this juicy stuff. unless its referring to that height. in which case its for me to know and for u to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought :: goalkeeper gloves&lt;br /&gt;Ate :: chickencutlet&lt;br /&gt;Drank :: some type of coke either diet light vanilla or normal. im a coke addict.&lt;br /&gt;Read :: A GUIDE TO IMPROVING YOUR DOTA on dota forums.&lt;br /&gt;Watched on tv :: superstar. yes i know millions of years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EITHER/ OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;club or houseparty :: houseparty.&lt;br /&gt;cats or dogs :: i prefer it to rain men.&lt;br /&gt;single or taken :: shouldnt this be single or double. double shot vodka plzkthx&lt;br /&gt;pen or pencil :: pencil!&lt;br /&gt;gloves or mittens :: gloves. i treasure my softball heritage.&lt;br /&gt;food or candy :: BOTH PLZKTHX&lt;br /&gt;cassette or cd :: cd.&lt;br /&gt;coke or pepsi :: HAHAHAHA DEATH TO PEPSI&lt;br /&gt;this or that :: that. it sounds nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU WANT TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill :: my opponent's hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to :: my sister&lt;br /&gt;Hugged :: my sister&lt;br /&gt;Instant messaged :: waileong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat :: off a plate.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were :: a girl. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated one of your best friends? :: doesnt someone have to be a very good friend for u to date him/her&lt;br /&gt;Loved somebody so much it makes you cry? :: does the loving make u cry or the person?&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law? :: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Run away from home? :: once when i was late.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone? :: yes ouch i hate my right arm the shoulder is spoilt i fractured something in my right hand etcetcetc&lt;br /&gt;Played Truth Or Dare? :: yes&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you didn't know? :: i have no interesting answer to this. so no.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fight? :: 5v5 DOTAR. otherwise no.&lt;br /&gt;Come close to dying? :: DOTAR. maybe when i was in hospital for asthma. i recall one really bad case. not sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most embarrassing CD in your collection? :: Warcraft III : The Frozen Throne&lt;br /&gt;What's your bedroom like? :: most probably it resembles my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing for breakfast? :: i dont eat breakfast i usually wake up too late for dat&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite restaurant? :: all about the same lol.&lt;br /&gt;What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night? :: anything i want to. which reminds me there is a tub of ben and jerry's waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;What is your secret guaranteed weeping movie? :: its secret duh&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear? :: to be alone in the world. something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;What feature are you most insecure about? :: myself.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have to beg? :: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Are you a pyromaniac? :: EVERYTHING BURNS &lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone famous? :: joanne peh shes some really distant relative ahha&lt;br /&gt;Describe your bed :: its blue and has a snoopy cover&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous or plain? :: spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to play poker? :: its boring&lt;br /&gt;What do you carry with you at all times? :: handphone and wallet&lt;br /&gt;How do you drive? :: if my father is any indication, probably crazily&lt;br /&gt;What do you miss most about being little? :: innocence. and having no responsibilities except to have fun. and cartoons!!! and the easier exams.&lt;br /&gt;How much money would it take to get you to absolutely give up the Internet for one year? :: 1 billion or so. and i would have to put in somewhere where i can amuse myself. &lt;br /&gt;What color is your bedroom? :: blue and light blue and white&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself and believe in yourself? :: i am insecure. NO.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're cute? :: haha i cant award myself my own bhb award so no.&lt;br /&gt;Do poor, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you? :: not really&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself to be a nice person? :: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you spend more time with your girlfriend, boyfriend, or your friends? :: first and second are nonexistent. so i pick the third choice.&lt;br /&gt;You ever been caught "doing something?" :: YES. prize to whoever can figure out what i got caught doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112594590649222218?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112594590649222218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112594590649222218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112594590649222218' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112582894322630567</id><published>2005-09-04T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T18:15:43.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jenhan says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhhahaha&lt;br /&gt;jenhan says:&lt;br /&gt;where got&lt;br /&gt;jenhan says:&lt;br /&gt;im so desirable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations jenhan u have just won the pehpeh's blog BHB of the month award!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112582894322630567?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112582894322630567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112582894322630567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112582894322630567' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112567166800168321</id><published>2005-09-02T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:34:28.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For all the dota addicts reading my blog: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugnataur was banished from Raffles Junior College for being too lousy at studies. Vowing to return someday, he spends all his time buried in his notes studying for his Promotional Examinations. Once a legendary hero, the depth to which he has fallen is astounding. Has skills Memorize, Study, Assimilate, and MUG.&lt;br /&gt;Str 18 + 0.5&lt;br /&gt;Agi 19 + 1.2&lt;br /&gt;Intel 27 + 3.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Nut :&lt;br /&gt;MUGGataur got owned and kicked out by THE rAffles imperialists and banished to the foul lands OF buona VISTA. Desperate for revenge, he devourS PCME NOtes voraciously. However he faces desperate challenges in day to day living due to the chee hongNESs of his world. HAs abilities , SPEW, RMB , REpeat, SOlve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112567166800168321?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112567166800168321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112567166800168321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112567166800168321' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112558713955583457</id><published>2005-09-01T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:05:39.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wei lian won superstar. =( kelly forever!! anyway haha i was watching superstar and i got really bored of watching halfway because it was just kind of boring so i went to my room and typed out the previous entry. haha. anyway my sister has suddenly developed this interest in hairstyling so she was like messing about with hairspray and gel on my hair while we were watching superstar so my hair feels very funny now. its like kind of in strands? i dunno how to describe it. its like, separate spikes or something but not really spiked because its not standing up its just...aiyah dunno how to describe it. lol. my sister took a photo with her phone though and i think it looks kind of nice. maybe she's talented at hairstyling. maybe i'll post the photo when she uploads it onto the com. but i just bathed so that nice hairstyle is gone now haha and so is like 30 mins of work by my sis. oops. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112558713955583457?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112558713955583457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112558713955583457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112558713955583457' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112558571440685441</id><published>2005-09-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:41:54.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiii. not feeling much better even after three days of not going to school and going out instead. tuesday i stayed at home as is obvious from my previous entry. wednesday i went to RI to play soccer and discovered that i have lost all ability to play on the astroturf. well no matter. went to thomson to eat after that and den went edmond's house with dario gary bentham kiachai edmond(duh) joshua and joining us at the gosulating time of 12:30 am, gan wai leong. kiachai and bentham had left by then and so had joshua. anyway we went there and didn't do much but play PS2 and squash and other games. den ordered pizza for dinner. and then we started on gary's bottle of absolut vanilla. it completely rocked. since we were like drunk on air already and coming up with completely retarded nonsense (ok more retarded den usual considering the way we talk normally is completely retarded as well). refer to other blogs for quotes i cant really remember any now but i will post them when i do remember them. after we drank quite abit and kiachai and bentham had left we had nothing to do and we didnt really want to continue playing PS2 so we went down to the pool to talk. lie down on the chairs (does anyone know what those kind of chairs are called i cant remember at the momeny) there and talk. it was. interesting. personally for me at least. never really talked about girls and feelings and coping with life and so on that much before. long story. anyway after that we went back up to edmonds house to await the arrival of waileong. and bathe. because apparently the pool area is infested with mosquitoes (omgwtfroflmaozedongtengcheonggg.divezalorolandengue) and we hadn't bathed so we felt really dirty and went back up to bathe. did nothing much after that and went home. we should have more outings like that! it was just so fun to stone around with all my sec4 friends and enjoy ourselves and feel unrestricted and just have fun. i just dont feel that connected to any of my new friends in JC. (not that i have many). i just feel more restricted around them. like i dont wanna do some stuff that i would do without a thought in front of the 4Q ppl. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a darker note. im still coughing like crazy. my nose has probably run 100km by now. and therefore i can't breathe and i fear teh asthma attack. i know i haven't had one for a long time but if i had a relapse i would just. suffocate? =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112558571440685441?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112558571440685441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112558571440685441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112558571440685441' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112538171520477187</id><published>2005-08-30T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:01:55.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im at home now. feeling really really really sick. im coughing so much that my chest hurts and i feel like im having asthma all over again =/ my nose is runny and i cant breathe through it so i have to breathe through my mouth and the coughing doesnt really help my breathing so im like half-suffocated. and i have a fever. omg fear the dengue =/ bleah. i dont even have mood to dota. how sad is that. anyway i should really learn to take care of myself better. and i doubt i'll be fit to play soccer tmr with the RI ppl. haiz. my health sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112538171520477187?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112538171520477187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112538171520477187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112538171520477187' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112524079706683401</id><published>2005-08-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T22:53:17.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*And if it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart, the only dream that mattered had come true. In this life, I was loved by you.* Colin Raye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.* François Duc de La Rochefoucauld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.* Colin Raye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do everything with so much love in your heart that you would never want to do it any other way.* Yogi Desai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist, Nor can it be hidden where it truly does. ~ by Anonymous ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most precious possession that ever comes To a man in this world Is a woman's heart. ~ by Josiah G. Holland ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fool in love makes no sense to me. I only think you are a fool If you do not love. ~ by Anonymous ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things in life you regret, Are the risks that you didn't take. ~ by Anonymous ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't love a woman because she's beautiful, She is beautiful because you love her. ~ by Anonymous ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love let's us see normal things In an extraordinary way. ~ by Anonymous ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't make the world go round, Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. ~ by Elizabeth Browning ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best feelings are those that Have no words to describe them.... ~ by Michelle Hammersley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112524079706683401?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112524079706683401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112524079706683401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112524079706683401' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112516371160398253</id><published>2005-08-28T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:28:31.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. the chalet was fun! my classmates and i (gg to you russell peters) went to aloha loyang to play games and stuff with some children from the salvation army. i didnt do alot lol. but it was fun still. after that i rushed off to go home to change and bathe and go to cineleisure with waileong for racewars. actually im really too tired to blog about it now so i think i'll just end this entry here without further elaboration. but we're going down to cine again tmr for the racewars finals so maybe i'll blog about that when i come back from racewars tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminder to self : STUDY FOR PROMOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112516371160398253?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112516371160398253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112516371160398253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112516371160398253' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112498491933111711</id><published>2005-08-25T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:48:39.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11th september&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;isnt dat some&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;special date&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;wcg last day&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;nono&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;it has&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;someo ther&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;significane&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;significance&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;i forgot&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;last day of holiday&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;the airplane day&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;lollerskates&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;wad airplane&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;terror attack&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;US&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;L O L&lt;br /&gt;- - SORRY TO DISTURB U IN CLASS EARLIER says:&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER 11&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELL&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;IM STUPID&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;ROFLCOPTER&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM STUPID GGTHXSORRY&lt;br /&gt;-               fnord says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLLERBLADES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112498491933111711?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112498491933111711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112498491933111711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112498491933111711' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112498439133742955</id><published>2005-08-25T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:39:51.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reopened. actually nowadays i really got not much mood to blog because of stress tiredness exhaustion from training working and studying properly. i dont even have time for dota omgomgomgomg cries&lt;br /&gt;anyway i reopened it because im bored and i have nothing to do so i shall continue boring other people with my life story! today was another normal day in ACJC, meaning to say i slept, wrote notes (occasionally), doodled, listened (occasionally), and got scolded by almost every teacher because they expect me to live up to my supposed potential and listen in every class and do well in every class and top the class and wtf -_________________-&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i haven't packed for the CIP chalet im going to tmr. its at aloha loyang!! revisit that place again haha. hope it will be fun. and my writing standard has degraded to that of a little kid but nvm its fun to be childish once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112498439133742955?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112498439133742955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112498439133742955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112498439133742955' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112369082244850432</id><published>2005-08-11T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:20:22.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. ive been on an evanescence song craze lately lol. i dunno why. i suddenly think that amy lee's voice rox! and therefore my entire playlist is evanescence at the moment. but as usual, i'll get bored of it soon and start listening to other stuff. but for the moment amy lee rox! or whatever her name is. lollerskates. and everyone is starting to go on this lollerskates roflcopter lmaonade lollercoaster lolshan or lolshantiramisulinyouquan roflamingostanleekuanyewtreezaloroland lollsroyce rofles junior college anglol chinese junior college and so on and so forth. its. interesting. for lack of a better word. and i. am doing my gp essay. because i am a reformed student who will now strive to do his best in all his studies! right. and the sky is green, the grass is blue and all my base belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dings] haha the song rox&lt;br /&gt;[jo] yes mommy i will not sleep in class. and then pigs will fly. airpork hurhurhurman&lt;br /&gt;[lynette] i feel so touched that you will link me immediately to that song&lt;br /&gt;[huimin] lol hi cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;[dario and xt] i. have. nothing. to. say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112369082244850432?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112369082244850432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112369082244850432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112369082244850432' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112351742725369953</id><published>2005-08-08T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:10:27.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. was talking with someone. that person told me "what does it matter anyway whether we put in effort or not. why should we work so hard, when we all end up the same way anyway" k for some reason this started me thinking about it and so im here to blog about it. there are just times in life, when you get so soulsick, so frustrated with the lack of results your efforts are getting you, so pissed off with everything thats going wrong, and just so tired of living your life like this. and i suppose there is some truth to that viewpoint, that since we all end up the same way, why should we work so hard, when other ppl slack and enjoy their life and end up the same way. isn't that unfair? well life has never been fair. and we shouldn't expect it to start being fair anytime soon. so i think that we should just take whatever comes our way, and deal with it. play the hand you've been given. if its crappy, and u manage to make the best out of it, although that may take alot more effort and skill, the experience will be good for you. and when you do get a good hand, you'll be able to make the most out of it rather then just getting by with it. and dont ppl say, its not the end result that counts, its the process. if u accept that, then even though we all end up the same way, doesn't that mean we should try our best to make the process as enriching and as rewarding as possible? i dont know what to think about this. i dont know whether life is worth putting in the effort for. life was so simple in primary school. still very simple in secondary school. for some reason, life has just become so much more complicated in JC. maybe passing the age of 16 has opened my mind to alot more stuff. to become more cynical. or realistic. to think more about stuff which i would have done in a heartbeat when i was younger. to reflect on what i have done with my life. to think about my future. and i dont like it. but none of us can stay young and innocent forever. and i feel that that is one of the true tragedies of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i will end this nonsensical rambling entry here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112351742725369953?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112351742725369953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112351742725369953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112351742725369953' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112343687778402102</id><published>2005-08-08T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T01:48:33.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href ="http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=RGLD&amp;g=1&amp;o=1&amp;h=180"&gt;this is cool lol same as gary =/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112343687778402102?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112343687778402102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112343687778402102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112343687778402102' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112343370992677529</id><published>2005-08-08T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:55:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MXPX - Responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this responsibility&lt;br /&gt;And don't use me because I don't agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why lie, do or die?&lt;br /&gt;Why lie, do or?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility? not quite yet&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think about it; we'd be better off without it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm so simplistic&lt;br /&gt;I'm onto you and your tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why lie, do or die?&lt;br /&gt;Why lie, do or?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility? not quite yet&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think about it; we'd be better off without it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still young and I'd like to stay that way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause growing up won't make everything okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm still young and I'd like to stay that way&lt;br /&gt;I've got a voice and I've got a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility? not quite yet&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think about it; we'd be better off without it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song rox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112343370992677529?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112343370992677529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112343370992677529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112343370992677529' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112342223885393043</id><published>2005-08-07T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:53:04.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[\/\/ | |_ |_ | 4 /\/\] whats with the weather says:&lt;br /&gt;i shall invent a machine&lt;br /&gt;[\/\/ | |_ |_ | 4 /\/\] whats with the weather says:&lt;br /&gt;to prevent me from dying&lt;br /&gt;[\/\/ | |_ |_ | 4 /\/\] whats with the weather says:&lt;br /&gt;but firs&lt;br /&gt;[\/\/ | |_ |_ | 4 /\/\] whats with the weather says:&lt;br /&gt;a machine to preserve my body in a frozen state&lt;br /&gt;[\/\/ | |_ |_ | 4 /\/\] whats with the weather says:&lt;br /&gt;in case i fail&lt;br /&gt;[\/\/ | |_ |_ | 4 /\/\] whats with the weather says:&lt;br /&gt;so later generations can revive me&lt;br /&gt;[\/\/ | |_ |_ | 4 /\/\] whats with the weather says:&lt;br /&gt;and have the honour of knowing me&lt;br /&gt;[\/\/ | |_ |_ | 4 /\/\] whats with the weather says:&lt;br /&gt;thoughtful aint i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another quote from william&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\/\/ | |_ |_ | 4 /\/\] whats with the weather says:&lt;br /&gt;if i uploaded any slower&lt;br /&gt;[\/\/ | |_ |_ | 4 /\/\] whats with the weather says:&lt;br /&gt;i would be downloading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112342223885393043?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112342223885393043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112342223885393043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112342223885393043' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112325774532683731</id><published>2005-08-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:02:25.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FINALLY CHANGED MY TEMPLATE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112325774532683731?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112325774532683731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112325774532683731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112325774532683731' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112324717967164466</id><published>2005-08-05T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:06:19.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>econs test today. =( lol. haiz. i get the feeling that im being picked on by almost every teacher nowadays. just because im supposed to have potential and supposed to do well and supposed to put in effort and supposed to suppose that supposedly the supposed supposition was supposed to be and u get the idea. anyway went to cafe cartel to eat with gary waileong and edmond later, and joshua joined us to supposedly (supposing again) watch a movie but it screwed up a little. and i have training tmr. &gt;&lt; not that i hate soccer or anything, but sometimes it just gets a little tiring and i just wanna stay at home and slack =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[iceger21] yes deaceshooter techies own me&lt;br /&gt;[dings] I AM &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;[cedric] nooooo i am a guai and innocent boy =)&lt;br /&gt;[klar] no it isnt u better buy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112324717967164466?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112324717967164466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112324717967164466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112324717967164466' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112315873013692413</id><published>2005-08-04T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T20:36:32.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k i am sorry for not blogging yesterday. this is due to the fact that i was sick and spent half the day at joshua's house. logic!! anyway did some stuff for some pilot film project or something like that. i cant remember much because im really sleepy now and econs is blocking up my brain. as usual, didn't do much today in school. memorable moment of the day. my dearest chem teacher : "randy, come up to the board and teach the class how to do the experiment" -__________________________________- why me??? WHY ME??? and i have to do a chem file for her to hand up to the HOD to check as well. =( k i will study econs! and btw if u live near acjc or are interested in going for the acjc funfair next year u can buy coupons from me plskthx =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[gary] yah i didn't&lt;br /&gt;[teja] no i dont.&lt;br /&gt;[dings] sorry lah!&lt;br /&gt;[dario] BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBJC&lt;br /&gt;[xt] hurhurhurhurhurman&lt;br /&gt;[yuancai] lol convincing your parents might be the hard part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112315873013692413?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112315873013692413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112315873013692413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112315873013692413' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112297762373213518</id><published>2005-08-02T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:13:43.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay im getting into the habit of blogging daily! all you "dedicated" readers out there better appreciate it and TAG&lt;br /&gt;today in school. i got praised for not slping in class?? i cant imagine what kind of totally bad image the teachers have of me -.- had chem test which sucked totally even though i did study for it im still gonna fail. proves that studying doesn't help you get better grades. "everything in life is about luck and micro" - waileong&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened after that. life is boringgggggggggggg. btw caiman after reading the school rules in pw lesson, i have discovered that if absenteeism is only permitted 1) with a medical certificate from a doctor 2) a parent's/guardian's letter for a period not more then 2 consecutive days. so technically, we can pon sch with parents letter for two days. life is wonderful. boringggggggggg, but wonderful. im contradicting myself. but then again maybe im not. try this sentence. "this sentence contradicts itself"&lt;br /&gt;and my mom bought this golden quotes book for me where theres all kinds of wise and deep quotes and she expects them to help me change my life. so i'll put one on my blog now.&lt;br /&gt;"a yawn may be bad manners but at least its an honest opinion" TAKE THAT NOOB ACJC TEACHERS&lt;br /&gt;and apparently everyone is highly interested in jenhan's social life. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[gi] hihihihihijc im fine who are YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112297762373213518?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112297762373213518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112297762373213518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112297762373213518' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112289095352728544</id><published>2005-08-01T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:13:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm. finished watching deathwatch for gp, which is some ultra morbid war film about world war one and how a british company captures a forward german trench and while holding it for reinforcements start to feel the tension and stress of the war and ultimately freak out. kind of interesting but fairly freaky as well. had an ionic equilibrium quiz in preparation for the test tmr...got 9/10 and the comment "this reflects your ability finally" -.- she's just never going to be happy with me &gt;&lt; and she kept picking on me in class to go up to the board and do questions just because i got them correct?? and she had to comment on my haircut which i got yesterday. haircuts are a traumatizing experience.&lt;a href ="http://img84.imageshack.us/my.php?image=bald0jt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; case in point. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway just another boring day in school, and i didn't bring my diary so i couldnt spend my time stoning and writing in it. instead, i listened to 1hr 20 mins of maclaurin's expansion, and although i understand how to do it, i still have no idea how to differentiate that many times &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;k time to study for ionic eqm test tmr along with econs essay test &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[cedric] do not tell lies on my tagboard&lt;br /&gt;[jenhan] lol now i know who u like too! thx yabbie&lt;br /&gt;[tehgo] yep sorry to the girl who likes him but unless u change sex and grow 10 years younger he wont like u hes a gay paedophile&lt;br /&gt;[takugo] ask me on msn&lt;br /&gt;[edmond] gomenasai sensei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112289095352728544?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112289095352728544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112289095352728544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112289095352728544' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112274004125790567</id><published>2005-07-30T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:19:01.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a birthday dinner with my family just now for my dad. its kind of sad, how my family doesn't really talk to each other. the only communication between me and my parents is for them to scold me. i just talk to my sister or read a book or listen to music when im out with my family. my sis does the same thing, but she doesn't read thats all. so its like at the dinner table, my mom talks to my dad, i talk to my sis, but the kids dont talk to the parents. thats so sad. anyway we ate at sizzler's which is not bad i guess. the salad bar rox, even though i ate no vegetables the whole time lol. just drank alot of the soup and ate the crackers and icecream and potato wedges and coleslaw (k i guess coleslaw counts as vegetables so i had a healthy meal!!) den after that my sis wanted to buy shoes so me being the extremely short attention span person, got bored after watching her sit down and ask the lady for a pair of shoes, so i went up to popular to read for about 30mins before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the island yesterday. the plot is extremely extremely cool. its the most original plot i've ever seen since...i dunno. definitely worth the money. and there are plenty of memorable quotes like "I OWN YOU" and "GOD-LY MAN". i think its one of the few movies im going to bother to dload so that i can watch it again. the idea behind the whole thing is just so cool...but i can't blog about it because its a spoiler lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccertraining today. had a match. boos. dont wanna talk about it. suffice to say, i am not cut out to play soccer. the pool club calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day is coming. the brilliance of amos tan has showed me the path to enlightenment. weekend on sat and sun, pon celebrations on mon, holiday on tues and wed, pon thurs and fri, weekend on sat and sun, and there we have early september holidays! omgwtfbbq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss RI =( and 4Q especially. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;support eternal loop tmr! and i demand that ppl who read this TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[gary] scarlett johansson is hottttt&lt;br /&gt;[xt] island rox!&lt;br /&gt;[shenz and mich] hihi&lt;br /&gt;[jenhan] hi. i know who has a crush on you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112274004125790567?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112274004125790567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112274004125790567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112274004125790567' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112265505843903815</id><published>2005-07-30T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:37:38.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the island rox!!!!!!! must watch!!!! k sleep bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112265505843903815?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112265505843903815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112265505843903815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112265505843903815' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112238111962504612</id><published>2005-07-26T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:31:59.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a duck flew over the moon says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;a duck flew over the moon says:&lt;br /&gt;my physics teacher seems bent on making me drop the sub&lt;br /&gt;a duck flew over the moon says:&lt;br /&gt;but i pon too much for him to even have a chance to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;a duck flew over the moon says:&lt;br /&gt;so yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you trowa &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112238111962504612?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112238111962504612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112238111962504612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112238111962504612' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112237828463024886</id><published>2005-07-26T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:16:17.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz. i had a tremendous argument with my parents yesterday. "all the stresses come to me one by one". anyway yah basically all the stress of everything happening lately just came out in me, and then added to all the nagging and scolding, i just broke down. i locked myself into my room and cried my eyes out. its been so long since i really cried. its a terrible feeling, to feel so soulsick and weary and to just fall into your bed, and cry. and cry. and cry. haiz. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went for physics SPA today. was feeling really bad from last night but still tried and it wasn't that bad after all. got about the same results as alot of ppl so i feel safer. had no mood after that to play soccer, so i just took a bus back to RJ and stoned there with random bunches of ppl from 1 to 4. learnt new stuff about jenhan! ;) and keith. and wanlin (thx mich for spellingcheck). after that i crashed the cybergaming training to play dota lol. played till 5 when the automatic computer shutdown kicked in. went pasta with sinchi and dings after that. and i have work to do. arrrrgh =( and my parents are scolding me again =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112237828463024886?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112237828463024886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112237828463024886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112237828463024886' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112228854782405306</id><published>2005-07-25T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:49:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/DSC04668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/DSC04668.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go eternal loop!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112228854782405306?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112228854782405306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112228854782405306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112228854782405306' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112228846898370627</id><published>2005-07-25T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:47:48.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/DSC04660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/DSC04660.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the true ninja. bow to the master!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112228846898370627?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112228846898370627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112228846898370627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112228846898370627' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775250.post-112228837355921759</id><published>2005-07-25T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:46:13.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/1600/DSC04673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7499/268/320/DSC04673.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edmond meditating to remove the shock having just watched wet dreams 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775250-112228837355921759?l=pehpehz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112228837355921759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775250/posts/default/112228837355921759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pehpehz.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112228837355921759' title=''/><author><name>pehpeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525786932227151037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
