<?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-18951273</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:07:11.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psychedelia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116299316650007422</id><published>2006-11-08T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:39:27.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. you'd have expected me to update more often now that the holidays are here and my life would be considerably more interesting, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO all i have been doing is watch tv, sleep, eat and activities of the like. not so much more interesting than watching repeats of old disney shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, my social life was temporarily revived by shimin, rainie sun and charmy, whom accompanied me to JURONG (like, zomg farness, FARNESS!) in a galent attempt to ie skate. indeed, the art of balancing on a 20cm long blade is one that is extremely challenging, not to mention the trepidation of falling headfirst onto  a very, very wet ice floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after going many, many, MANY times around the same pathetic small rink, i still have not mastered the skill of ice-skating (and probably will never, given my pretty much non-existent sense of balance). but i will take heart since i managed to fall down &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; once, and not due to my own merit, but is attributed to rainie sun's knack of violently shaking others' hands when she is about to fall down. and then, i fell and her 2 feet were on.the.ground. but heaven&lt;br /&gt;has eyes, she fell down 4 times. but good job rainie sun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate alot today, i scared myself. first soup, drink and baked rice and a piece of pizza off shimin, at pizzahut, then french fries at macs, then soya bean drink, then sausages, honestly, it is a wonder if i don't grow fat. i pray my metabolism doesnt drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was fun, but then here comes the impending doom of Deathday (i.e. the issue of progress reports) tomorrow which will take a large toll on my parents mood and henceforth the frequency of my gallivants (if there's such a word anyway). i will enjoy my day to the maximum before it is crumbled to dust tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bid you good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116299316650007422?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116299316650007422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116299316650007422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116299316650007422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116299316650007422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116270152948976857</id><published>2006-11-05T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:06:38.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>209 outing! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and this is why i love 209'05 so, so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and nothing can ever ever change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday was 209 barbecue, and it only served as a reminder of how great our class was. despite the fact that not the entire class was there, it was fun, and the 209 spirit was really felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;that is something i know and accept that 303 cannot ever achieve but whatever, just one more year and i'll be reunited with 209 in RJ. well, it's your business if you chose to read this but this is MY blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;anyway, i will not dwell on unhappy things, because they are &lt;em&gt;just not worth my precious time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;209'05 barbecue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i am sorry to say that there would be no pictures because andrea the great photographer was not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, here it goes. eileen and i were late, so we met the rest at clementi ntuc to buy the food, but they were already done with the shopping, so we went to xiaodi's house together &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the function room was rather spacious, and we had fun doing spastic stuff inside like banging on the wall and disturbing the neighbouring residents whom appeared to be studying but were blasting music so loud that even I would disapprove of :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so weiting eileen and rachel were massaging the chicken and marinating it with teriyaki sauce! and we since realised that every barbecue needs sanqian to supervise, see that's how our class has CHEMISTRY asshum asshum (: and rachel, flora and i were breaking the sweet potatoes and corn with our bare hands untill the knife arrived then we were chopping them into random pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after that we painstakingly skewered the satay ONE by ONE, and they turned out to be really really nice too! and after we weren done with one batch and we were good and proud of ourselves, we found another packet of satay in the bag, so we did that ALLLLL over again. but it was fun. the feeling of raw meat on your hands is.... CUTE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following which, we chopped up the sausages and marinated them (we were bored. and we had too much sauce) and we put them on the satay sticks so artistically (thanks to my inate artistic ability) and they looked so tantalizing i just HAD to eat one.. without heating it up. and man, was it good! (Y).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when there was finally nothing to do, maria nikhita dharsh, weiting, rachphoa, flora played bluff. and when i took over weiting, her number of cards multiplied quickly, because i am just so honest and do not like to lie. &lt;strong&gt;honesty is the best policy&lt;/strong&gt;, haven't you heard? fine, it's just an excuse because i suck at bluff anyway, it's so much easier on neopets! xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, anyway, after that rach and i, The Firelighters, started the fire by building little fences with charcoal and lighting them up then fanning furiously at it, just like the previous 209 chalet except the last time, we had an electric fan named TOYOMI to help us :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after a while, the fire was finally warm enough to cook food. so we piled all the food to cook. so eileen rach and i were the cooks of the day and we cooked alot of food (albeit some not fully cooked) and it tasted GOOD okay. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;while we were sweating it out at the pit,the other niners were laughing like crazy in the function room (okay, maybe it was just wanxin laughing at weiting) but 209 is LOUD AND COOL LIKE THAT &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and in the end we finished all the chicken wings and satay and sausages! the niners are big eaters, man! and we went to play pool in the smelly room and i didnt see the door to the stupid enclosure. but once i stepped in the room this incapitulating stench filled my nose and i ran over in horror. untill i got myself mentally prepared, then i entered the room. but the ah bengs that went in before us must have been really, REALLY smelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after everything and some niners, left, the rest of us went to the swimming pool and swam in our clothes! much to the discontent of other residents, but &lt;u&gt;who cares&lt;/u&gt; that's what our youth is for, to screw up and do spastic things. then we were piggybacking each other and doing water ballet in the pool. seems liek such a long time since i had tht much fun! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;209 will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be replaced in my heart man! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and after our swim, we went to the toilet, changed, and sat in the sauna to dry off, then we walke out to the MRT &lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;. yenlin, nike, weiting, nellie, eileen, dharsh and i, though nellie was half blind because her contact fell out of her eye =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then we had a group hug at the MRT station and everyone was staring at us, but :D we are COOL LIKE THAT. afte rhtat we all went home to have a well-deserved rest (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;later at night yityng smsed me: hey huiwen thanks so much for coming! love you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then i really felt that no matter what happens, i still have great friends backing me up. so flame me all you want, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and 209, sincerely, i love you guys so so so much! even though not all of you turned up, i love you all the same &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116246956087839721</id><published>2006-11-02T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:12:42.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today school was less of a waste of time than yesterday, but it would not be what you call eventful anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started with a congress briefing, and i think i shall be reapplying for congress next yr, this time in focus groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the show 'an inconvenient truth' was pretty informative and effective. and it actually brought geography and biology to a whole new level. despite that, i was dozing off throughout the movie as we were as unfortunate as to get the front row and had to incline our heads at an extreme angle to be able to see the screen. will not say more about the movie but people please go watch it. it's very er. inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't know what to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116246956087839721?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116246956087839721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116246956087839721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116246956087839721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116246956087839721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-school-was-less-of-waste-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116239028357696705</id><published>2006-11-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:22:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was another of those days where waking up was a serious waste of energy. and going to school was a complete waste of my time. and we all know that time = money so i am in extreme financial debit right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsunami closure was well, extremely predictable, and only enjoyable part of it was the airconditioned control room. but OHHH, i was forced to sit outside like an unwanted child because the seniors were in and &lt;em&gt;they frighten me&lt;/em&gt;. some, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bio-geog thing was basically just a video of the UK fieldtrip. and i do not like to be suanned that my mother refused to let me go until after the registration date and i am still sore &lt;em&gt;abourrit&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the final literature thingamajig was so boring i didn't even bother to notice who was speaking but the possibilities were reduced to PRCs. and since i couldnt fall asleep, i spent my time exercising my braincells by doing sudoku. which i finally managed to complete after a long long time. don't laugh, i still own some people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy came to pick me after that as i had a boxful of nonsense that was rotting in my locker and i was extremely unwilling to carry it home in a box in the manner of a retrenched worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this concludes my highly uneventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116229551992379809</id><published>2006-10-31T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:26:21.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NETBALL CARN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, we didn't win. but i think we did the best we could do and &lt;u&gt;we did not get last&lt;/u&gt; so that is an achievement in itself. as jerryca would say, &lt;em&gt;if you can't win, aim not to lose&lt;/em&gt;. lol and if you're losing, disrupt the play (by screaming maniacally and pissing off random pe teachers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are really cheeky. &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; dedicated a song to "a pe teacher of 301-306" entitled "shut up" and to "please take note of the song title". :D i wonder who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after netball carn, a portion of 303 trooped down to pizza hut for some mega fulfilling lunch which involved copious amount of mozarella cheese and chilli. and all at an affordable amount of 6.95! we were warranting weird glares from people around us because of the loud loud noise we were making (ok not me, i am softspoken HAHA :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, carmen, xiaokailing and i went home by the MRT and were moaning about our aching legs with lactic acid probably flooding the muscle tissues. okay, not carmen she is a painless freak and had not been involved in vigorous exercise and was indifferent to our obvious agony. one wonders if she has a heart! i hope she sees this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aftermath of netball carn is painful man. i tried ot take an afternoon nap, but failed to get any sleep at all because of the disturbing aching of the limbs coupled with the extremely hot climate which is not at all condusive for afternoon naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't expect to be able to walk normally tomorrow. sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116229551992379809?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116229551992379809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116229551992379809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116229551992379809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116229551992379809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/10/netball-carn.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116221045145046846</id><published>2006-10-30T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:27:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happier times have come and i have the obligation of reviving my periodically inactive blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things have happened during my period of extreme inactivity but i find that i am not complied (and too lazy) to list down every single one of them, therefore i will be blogging about TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was inter-class activities and a total and absolute waste of time. 303 does not enjoy wasting their time of softball, rugby and volleyball respectively only to get muddy and dirty after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off, there was a frog in the field today. cue for loud, loud screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, 303 did NOT get last! which may i add, is a very good achievement given our attitude toward gay games like touch rugby.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i am pleased to announce that 303 has managed to escape with nothing more than a few scratches and extremely dirty PE t-shirts. yaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, our class shirts have arrived, and they are extremely nice and you shall spot 303ers proudly walking around with their lovely shirts on display. be jealous, be very jealous :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tomorrow is our day to shine and we know that our practice efforts will pay off man. no matter the outcome, 303 will go out there, have fun and show the world that we are not bimbos. yaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whoever said the flu vaccination didn't hurt is horribly horribly wrong. :D&lt;br /&gt;thank God for my threshold of pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116186969242029851</id><published>2006-10-26T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:34:57.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will blog in happier times, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116186969242029851?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116186969242029851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116186969242029851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116186969242029851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116186969242029851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/10/will-blog-in-happier-times-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116170177460337236</id><published>2006-10-24T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:04:55.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world, as promised, this shall be a more substantial post with pictures (: all of your should read my blog more often because it is &lt;em&gt;just so enriching for the mind&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went incognito to east coast park with an entourage of crazy people and &lt;u&gt;hell it was fun&lt;/u&gt; because of all the stupid things &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt; did, not i, of course, for i am far too intellectual :D&lt;br /&gt;met xt at tanahmerah mrt station and waited for the rest to come but &lt;em&gt;dunno who&lt;/em&gt; overslept and made us wait for them 这像话吗？！and they eventually turned up at the wrong side of the MRT station anyway despite my fervent reminders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, probelm was rectified soon and we were soon triapsing off to parkway parde to meet andrea and rachie! after which, we had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;swensen's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and i can just &lt;em&gt;see the jealousy on your face&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a load of THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="452" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/greeniefied/DSC00487.jpg" width="563" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't try and bluff me i know you're salivating in front of the monitor now.&lt;br /&gt;sundaes are nice, you should try it too. maybe if i praise it enough swensens will pay me to review their new concoctions! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we walked all the way to east coast park, which was extremely time-consuming since i was the one leading the way and i took the long route unwittingly (no, i do not do that sort of things on purpose, i'm not that thick) and everyone was perspiring under the sweltering heat so when we finally found the stupid underpass it was like physical gratification, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we promptly proceeded to the blades shop to rent the blade which were a total ripoff by the way, the other skates were $6/hour. but ok i have to say the service was quite good (they offered to change xt's guards when i not-so-softly exclaimed that they were "EWWWWW") so i will let it go just this once. i hadn't bladed since BROWNIE MEETING (yes i was a brownie i can cook and i cook well, you watch me shine baby) back in primary 5/6, hence resulting in lack of practice and henceforth lack of proficiency which in turn led to me sporadic screams each time i am about to fall. (and yes i refuse to wear guards, those sweaty smelly objects).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flew past like nothing because some people couldn't skate at first so we took more time teaching them but all was well in the end :D sense of satisfaction man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after blading, everyone was rather broke so we decided aginst cycling and went for a drink instead. after which we sat down on the breakwater enjoying the sea breeze and the view from there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="452" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/greeniefied/DSC00488.jpg" width="563" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love just looking out into the sea, watching the waves crash against the shore, trapping air into a turbulent mass. the repetative movements of the swash and backwash are rather therapeutic, and the up-down bobbing of random plastic bags in the sea following the longshore drift. oh, school is my nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, i got bored of it and triapsed off with xt to play with sand and water. because that is what people do at the beach. i am mature. and screamed and screamed and screamed because of the water. i am still mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we decided to play with sand and buried our feet in the sand, after which our short attention span did not permit us to continue and we turned to dig a hole and do random things around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="452" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/greeniefied/DSC00490.jpg" width="563" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the use of simple tools like cups! :D&lt;br /&gt;i built all the small castles around it while xt went looking for seaweed and rocks to decorate the pit. and we tried to fill the hole with water but the water basin was just too deep. but it looks nice anyway! and the cup in the pit is to show the human impact on environment :D because i am crazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we walked back to parkway to eat following which we went home by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love these little outings. really de-stresses. not that i'm stresed but it's still nice to have it every now and then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s check back for updates, waiting for pictures from andrea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116170177460337236?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116170177460337236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116170177460337236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116170177460337236'/><link rel='self' 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ample time to save up and get me one please please please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on! what are you going to do with all that money anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have finished watching goong. at last. its so sweeeeeeeeeeeet! but i dunno i just don't feel like&lt;br /&gt;watching it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SHIN IS HOT HOT HOT HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT at least his face is. looks hot i don't care HOTHOTHOT. okay, i am a crazy fan girl but &lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px" height="624" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y257/andreabeamz/JJH5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 495px" height="497" src="http://img302.imageshack.us/img302/1056/joojihoon31ck.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures koped off andrea's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH SHIN IS SO HOT (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok off i go. more substantial posts tomorrow :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116134861742692055</id><published>2006-10-20T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T13:38:33.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWEET, SWEET LIBERATION. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is officially the last day of EOYs and i would like to express my extreme glee at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here the mandatory post-exams post is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the arithmetic paper today left everyone either speechless or spewing vulgarities. but that is over and i better get moderation even though truthfully, i don't really care about my languishing grades but hey, i'm 15, my brain isn't even fully developed yet. the math department should learn from the biology department and put a little &lt;em&gt;integration&lt;/em&gt; in the integrated programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics was not as bad as expected but i made some careless mistakes and that does not change the fact that &lt;em&gt;pohpoh is an assfart&lt;/em&gt; and i do not like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, the unified screams of the class signalled &lt;u&gt;salvation&lt;/u&gt; to us and everyone proceeded to immerse themselves in post-EOY glee while triapsing off to vivo city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am a &lt;u&gt;conventional&lt;/u&gt; rgs girl and ORCHARD IS MY HOME so after doing RS (i am not a loser) with michelle and zeslene, mich and i gallivanted around orchard road. and &lt;strong&gt;man, i ate a cow&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and pepper lunch is just so, SO gooooooooooooooooooooood (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now understand why carmen the bimb was so addicted to goong! it is such a cute show lah and totally defies the impression that da chang jin gave me. that sappy boring cook show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hou, i just remembered what happened this morning. i was waiting for the train at city hall and this DISGUSTING secondary school guy (uniform unidentified) spat saliva from second level to first level. i nearly died. and he spat on the lift door and played with the lift and ohhhhhmygosh so disgusting. ok nvm i wish i had taken a video &gt;&lt;&gt;await.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EOYSAREOVERYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116134861742692055?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116109212898304017</id><published>2006-10-17T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:35:29.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am becoming a crazy television addict by watching goong religiously every evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116109212898304017?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116109212898304017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116109212898304017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm conflicted of which stand to take for the fricking biology essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116098036312489711?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116098036312489711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116098036312489711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116098036312489711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116098036312489711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-has-been-3-and-half-hours-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116089460300073327</id><published>2006-10-15T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:43:37.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my self-discipline amazes me sometimes. for this whole pre-exam weekend i have been waking up at 7 to study instead of sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blogger wishes to amaze you with her steadfast-ness in arithmatic and is pleased to report that she has been doing math for the entire morning until now (save for lunch and snack breaks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly believe that as of tomorrow, i will be slowly and surely be liberated from the clutches of muggerness, if there's a word for it anyway. by the way, i have not started on physics AT ALL which is evident of my intent to flunk it because it is a very very useless subject and honestly i only took it for the prestige of being in a triple science stream, even though there's not much prestige seeing that everyone gets their top choices anyway, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am quite dismayed at the thought that my life has been reduced to containing activities like say, math and hmm, more math which is rather unsettling because YOUTH ONLY COMES ONCE, PEOPLE we should be camping out in orchard instead of feeding our insatiable thirst for knowledge. and next time when we stop thinking, we get senile dementia. so what, we waste our youth AND our retirement years as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again if i die before that then i would have wasted my time thinking of what is going to happen when it isn't going to happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116089460300073327?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116089460300073327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116089460300073327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116089460300073327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116089460300073327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-self-discipline-amazes-me-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116074955341242106</id><published>2006-10-13T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:25:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all you legions of fans, your loyalty to this blog is greatly appreciated, and today your page refreshing marathon has paid off, for i FINALLY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine, egoistic, deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has been recently unconclusive, with me being a hermit and disregarding all talk of social issues whatsoever. the burger king at the airport has become my regular hideout i've even bonded with the workers there, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing has descended upon my currently miserable life to brighten it up in its disparate state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a certain seating partner, however has shown me how far her fetish of math teachers can go by labelling a certain teacher with incapitulating breath as CUTE (hint: check tagboard) and obsessing over a certain &lt;em&gt;amphibian&lt;/em&gt; whom is actually starting to bear a striking resemblance to rabbits (to this cheryllynn can attest). rainie sun too, has been providing me with daily does of amusement with her constant plans to GET RICH QUICK and go with rain's concert, not sparing the option of "GETTING A RICH BOYFRIEND". yes, she is THAT desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the class was barely existent with a large proportion of the class having chosen to STAY AT HOME (and a very smart choice, i must say, totally evaded class cleanup with laohuang instructing everyone like an army commando) and to tell the truth, i would've too, if my parent's letters weren't used up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't a very eventful day with the majority of the day spent either moaning or whining or studying, which admittingly isn't the best way to spend the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, chong now probably knows me to be the one who sleeps in english all day long. but who cares, he IS boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116074955341242106?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116074955341242106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116074955341242106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116074955341242106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116074955341242106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-you-legions-of-fans-your-loyalty.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116030214502902897</id><published>2006-10-08T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:09:05.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am extremely displeased. and here the countdown starts once again. 12 days to the ever-awaited liberation from the purgatory of intellectual saturation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i eagerly anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was the quitiseential of the worst way to start your day having your dad holler at you from the very depths of sweet sweet torpidity. and proceed to berate you of the various reasons why you should be awake and engaging in productive activities such as worshipping the chemistry textbook like a bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have been immersing myself and activities of the like all the bloody day long. my fervour for learning is unrivalled. i amaze myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at this moment i bet every other RGS girl is experiencing information overload and they proceed to cram a few months worth of learning x 8 subjects. such is the life of an rgs girl. one wonders how they ever do survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the end in view it is slightly easy to free oneself of the vices of depression lest one loses sight of what really is IMPORTANT , which is really post-EOY activities. one shall be freed from myopia and regale in counting every minute of sheer torture. one minute passed is one minute closer to LIBERATION! doesn't that sound ever so encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, fellow comrads, let us suffer together through this time of indormitable suffering. and emerge as better DAUGHTERS OF A BETTER AGE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116030214502902897?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116030214502902897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116030214502902897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116030214502902897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116030214502902897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-extremely-displeased.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116014506770063569</id><published>2006-10-06T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:31:15.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;大家中秋节快乐！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though the moon appears to be blur no thanks to the indos and their tree-burning rituals.&lt;br /&gt;honestly -.- where is their love for the vast amounts of biodiversity in the forest! bigots. ok  please don't sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one instance of human's negative impact on the environment. and i thought humans were smart, so why do they do thing that harm humans?! everyone is complaining about the bad smell of the haze and to be honest, i don't smell anything other than citronelle which my obsessive mother has made the whole house smell of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haze is making people unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116014506770063569?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116014506770063569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116014506770063569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116014506770063569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116014506770063569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/10/even-though-moon-appears-to-be-blur-no.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-116010363092138238</id><published>2006-10-06T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:00:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>憔悴，就是这两个字。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please look at the time and date of this post. :O aren't i supposed to be in school! yes i am ponning school and hell it feels goooooood :D&lt;br /&gt;with math, chinese, career guidance, assembly and RS, they give me good reason to be taking an absence from school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give myself 5 min to blog before i return to 埋头苦读 my chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i havennothing to blog about except my adventures of mugging at changi airport every single day of this week, and i doubt you are interested in that hybrid of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mug time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-116010363092138238?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/116010363092138238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=116010363092138238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116010363092138238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/116010363092138238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-look-at-time-and-date-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115980215903049923</id><published>2006-10-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:15:59.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In intellectual pursuit, I shall reflect discipline and passion for learning and in personal conduct, I will uphold integrity and regard groups, individuals and communities with kindness and respect and in so doing, uphold the Rafflesian Principle of Honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mug time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115980215903049923?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115980215903049923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115980215903049923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115980215903049923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115980215903049923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-intellectual-pursuit-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Now when I blog, NOBODY TAGS. Next time no one is to complain that my blog is dormant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up in the morning and was contemplating not going to school at all, for the only lessons were physics and Chinese. And in my opinion, those aren’t counted as lessons anyway but just time for me to get some sleep after ensuring the teacher that I’ve been trying to listen but just couldn’t (by answering a question right at the start of the lesson). Just call me genius :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped PE today intentionally on the pretense that I had stomach cramps (excuse contributed by Mother Dearest) and THN couldn’t do a thing. I think I shall be doing that more often, but that excuse is limited to a once-a-month affair. Touch rugby is the epitome of stupid games (of course, skills imparted to me by THN) and is rivaled only by volleyball (also taught by THN).&lt;br /&gt;(Do I spot a trend?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fetish for stationery has grown into something like an obsession given that I purchase stationery in place of food. That’s a good thing, because it encourages me to take more notes. This year’s my slack year man, next year I’ll make a comeback and pwn you all upside-down. Dubious statement, I know. One can always hope, can’t she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging for EOYs next week. Shall be blogging less, take care my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115936259681960403?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115936259681960403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115936259681960403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115936259681960403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115936259681960403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-see-now-when-i-blog-nobody-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115927830121270802</id><published>2006-09-26T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T19:50:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! Now that the blasted tests are over and I have had (reasonably) enough sleep, I shall update my blog about random things of which I have not thought of but you will enjoy reading anyway, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is so properly capitalized because (yes, you guessed it) my Internet connection is behaving like a spoilt child and subjecting my online activities to its terribly unpredictable vagaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, these few days at school have been unproductive and uneventful (hence the severe lack of substantial posts) but I will attempt to bring my hibernating satirical humour back to life to entertain all you people in search on a good read (such vain, VAIN glory, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve been taking my blog for granted these days by simply blogging for the sake of blogging (which I notice is getting very annoying). (and why do I overuse brackets anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;However today is a day for slacking and I fully give myself license to slack for say, nothing at all 9because I am COOL like that yay) and my non-existent GPA can flush itself down the toilet bowl and emerge as NEWater which would be in any case more productive than it can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is odd week Tuesday, which meant that the timetable was screwed with only an hour’s difference between recess and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, this blogger is proud to announce her success in cutting down on food intake and no, she is not aiming to become anorexic though a mild dose of anorexia would be welcome in combating the lipids that have sprouted over her appendages through this period of sinful unproductiveness and inactivity. (Readers are free to interpret that previous sentence as they deem appropriate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to belief, today’s English lesson was more interesting than usual (seeing as he didn’t talk much), and was spent viewing I Not Stupid in a bid to understand the concept on FAMILY better. How it is supposed to work, I have no idea, but who cares we get to watch the video anyway. That show never fails to crack me up :D and reminds me of my mother, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly hit by the realization that EOYs are not far away and I have a mountain of work to do seeing which I am unwilling and unlikely to touch within this week. DO, say a prayer for me before you sleep each night, I do believe I need God’s Grace in tiding this crisis over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to yiyue (are you not glad I am mentioning you?) for abruptly concluding Fred’s life story for all good things come to an end and since Fred’s life has been cruelly taken away from him, the story cannot continue, and until 303 gets a next class pet, I am unlikely to write about an animal’s life. By the way, I am thinking of naming our next class pet as Sir Knight Fred the Second, what do you say, 303ers?&lt;br /&gt;This entry shall come to an abrupt end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115927830121270802?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115927830121270802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115927830121270802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115927830121270802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115927830121270802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-everybody-now-that-blasted-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115919005628994488</id><published>2006-09-25T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:14:16.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in times of darkness, in times of need, in times of absolute DESPERATION..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was my beacon of hope, she shone through like an angel, she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LYDIA KOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes she is very veyr nice and scanned her geography notes for me! THEREFORE SHE IS SUPER NICE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok advertisement over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blogged in class, during math and i will type out the whole post because my scanner (along with my printer) is on strike and therefore you cannot see my marvellous handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i just realised that i didn't bring it home. TOO BAD THEN :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115919005628994488?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115919005628994488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115919005628994488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115919005628994488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115919005628994488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-times-of-darkness-in-times-of-need.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115901982456472954</id><published>2006-09-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:57:04.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hence closes the chapter of fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know you all are very bored of me blogging about a fish which i never used to like because my life is unsubstantial. well quit rubbing it in, would you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 days to eoys. 29 days to end of eoys. I KNOW I CAN DO IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115901982456472954?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115901982456472954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115901982456472954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115901982456472954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115901982456472954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hence-closes-chapter-of-fred.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115893453714160642</id><published>2006-09-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:15:41.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fred the fish is now fred the cactus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, TGIF i am so glad it's the end of the week i don't think i can hold out without more sleep, even though arguably i have more sleep than other people.&lt;br /&gt;we never have enough anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the maths relief teacher was being a total imbecile. i asked to go to the toilet, AND SHE FROWNED AT ME. hey, answering nature's call is perfectly normal and one cannot choose when holy mother nature is going to call upon you. SHE THINKS i enjoy going to the toilet which smells of urea and assorted substances of which i do not want to know of.&lt;br /&gt;i passed math by the way, haha, not by nuch though. anyone who speaks to me of it shall be dully awarded their rightful accomodation which shall not be pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115893453714160642?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115893453714160642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115893453714160642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115893453714160642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115893453714160642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/fred-fish-is-now-fred-cactus.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115885425626709944</id><published>2006-09-21T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:57:37.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The plans to keep the decomposing fish's body has been aborted. Fred is now resting peacefully in the pot of cactus outside of 303, anyone is welcome to pay respects to Fred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115885425626709944?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115885425626709944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115885425626709944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115885425626709944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115885425626709944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/plans-to-keep-decomposing-fishs-body.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115876113722023230</id><published>2006-09-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:05:56.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>303 has taken its morbidness to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the demise of our beloved class pet, it's body (i refuse to call it a carcass) has been transferred to a tank with clean wait. and its body is floating on the surface of the dechlorinated water, awaiting decomposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, our next science experiment is to have a daily progress observation of fred's decomposition. we figure if fred is dead, he would want to make a contribution to science! hence, fred's death is not going to be a wasteful one and shall be fully made use of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;303's morbidness is not the only thing that has been soaring to greater heights either. the soporificness of mr chong's english lessons are unrivalled and english is now viewed upon as a block to destress and relax. honestly, i have no idea what english lessons are for. give us the notes and we'll do just fine. especially since it wouldn't make a difference because nothing is being taken in by the brain anyway, do i make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;303 is thinking of keeping a harmless green grass snake as a new class pet! mr lim will be so pleased with us and our undying passion for intellectual pursuit, such exotic animals we lust after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my PTs are lying in the depths of my computer's hard drive, unformatted and unperfected. it is waiting for me to do it. as such, i shall go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115858659671489001</id><published>2006-09-18T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:48:15.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in loving memory of fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was a friend, always listening, never talking. he was not the friend that would offer you a crying shoulder, words of wisdom advice, but just listening and knowing someone is there for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he didn't even get to mate yet, to lay down the seeds of growth of generations to come, a waste of a precious, precious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, fred was the perfect fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more literary people would write a eulogy marking the demise of our beloved pet. but i, being less linguistically inclined, would silently weep, bemoaning the sudden departure of our biology assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while he lived, he lived a blessed life, with 34 kind souls providing the food and nourishment that a growing fish needs. with flakes of fish food being served to him on a regular basis, clean water provided (though the absent-mindedness of 303 this once led to fred's unfortunate death), company when the members of 303 leave the classroom to defrost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fred was found floating at the top of his fishbowl which had been his warm home for many months already. fishflakes settled at the bottom of the fishbowl and signs of decomposition has been evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hope that fred is now in a better place with eternally clean water, bigger fish flakes and more enjoyable company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115858659671489001?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115858659671489001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115858659671489001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115858659671489001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115858659671489001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-loving-memory-of-fred.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115842033213573800</id><published>2006-09-16T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:25:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're turning out to be nothing you seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you're nice, you know but hey, above all i don't want this freindship to turn SOUR. but every of your actions just seems like a cry for attention and screams desperation as fervently as the PAP in their warrant for votes. puts you on the same level as pekingduck because you're just a WANNABE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be nice to you, and i do think so far, i have been. but sometimes i just want to scream at you so loudly and hope you'll get the freaking hint and just leave me alone, you know? it's horrid been torn in between. mean, and lose a freindship or nice and carry on being the hypocrite. and then next time you accuse me of saying things. well, i wouldn't say things unless you GIVE ME A REASON TO. and it's not only me. you think they go against you because they're jealous? not a chance, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do know i'm taking my bitchiness to a whole new level and some people may henceforth think that i'm the meanest person in the world but i am just annoyed okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115842033213573800?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115842033213573800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115842033213573800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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why? because the feedback forms had to be filled in by US. all the amiability was just a facade. she's still the same hainee inside. but i do suppose she's getting a little nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics, as usual couldn't have been more interesting than watching a snail on tranquilizers cross the road. mrs teo has taken to us, thinking that we've taken to her as well. and why does she think we're always late for class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;career guidance again. one of these days i'll march right down to popular to get myself a badge that says "I SURVIVED CAREER GUIDANCE" yes. on the day that i finally don't fall asleep in ives tay's class. today i nearly made it! SO CLOSE. but then he opened his mouth to talk and my head just magically got attracted to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLE was annoying. chong has taken to praising himself endlessly to impress us which has proved to be futile, because RG girls know the virtues of humility after endless preaching during CLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but whenever i see The Pie i have this irresistable temptation to laugh. Diabolical as it may seem, anyone who has gone through what i have will too, be tempted to laugh when one catches sight of her poutySEXAAAY lips and kurt hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to stop myself from disliking her. probably because we go a long way back.. so that impression is there and well, she ain't doing anything to change that impression. but of course, i suppose that is partly my fault for being so absolutely critical of everything. i DO want to change, just that i just.... can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do realise i've become more critical or EVERYTHING i just can't help but comment on it. of course, i do compliment people from time to time, so if you receive compliments from me, it's a blessing already hokay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, hopefully tomorrow will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115815679459996298?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115815679459996298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115815679459996298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115815679459996298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115815679459996298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-quite-jialat-day.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115807112297224966</id><published>2006-09-12T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:25:23.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>second day of school already. it didn't feel so weird to come back to school. after all, it IS my home away from home in a not so cosy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was talking to michelle in the cafeteria about random things. then i suddenly thought, why do we spend our lives just trying to be better, to be something that we're not.&lt;br /&gt;are our lives really that hard to lead, or are we just finding imperfections in ourselves to make it seem like our lives are really desolute.&lt;br /&gt;it's a horrible feeling when you look at others and just want to be like them so badly and just crave to be somewhere near them. it is just THAT hard to live life as yourself is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been harping on this issue for so long already. bear with me my friends, tomorrow i'll be a happier person (because math test will be O-V-E-R!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115807112297224966?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115807112297224966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115807112297224966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115807112297224966'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115789951815189341</id><published>2006-09-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:45:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday. some see it as the start of a new week. some see it as the end of a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see it as a I-HAVE-SCHOOL-TOMORROW-END-OF-HOLIDAYS day and i am dreading the end of it. 10.10 pm now. time is slowly yet surely ticking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i mourn the painful conclusion of this holiday which i wouldn't actually call a holiday because i didn't have fun, part of me just wants to get back to school and plough through the remaining time of sec 3. it's been a painful, painful year. hopefully next year will be better. all talks of "indulging in the present" has been left in the past. ironic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so contradicting. on one hand you're supposed to look forward to new things, to forget the past, to just plan ahead and make your life a fulfilling one. but when you really think about it, hey, i might die anytime soon, shouldn't i be immersing myself in the &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; and enjoying myself to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are selfish, self-centered creatures. the issue of people being fundamentally selfish as a condescending idea, but think about it, isn't it true, at least partly? people find excuses for themselves, all the time. they use different arguments to prove they're right. that's what's making people so odious, so detestable, because it's disgusting how presumptous our double standards can get. i'm one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you look around yourself. everyone's happy but you. for a moment you'd just give anything to be someone else. rare, but hey, shit happens, right? is being perpetually happy good, at all? or is it just a facade? a mask we hide behind to shun and shut away the world we don't like. to be immune to the emotions that we are supposed to feel, but shut it away because we hate the feeling of it. people are just like that. climbing towards the top relentlessly and just doing things to please ourselves most of the time, and they'd stop at anything to get rid of the things that hinder their development. that's pretty extreme, but it's true, you know it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who i am anymore. i've to make up my mind if i want to be the perpetually happy person, or the FEELREAL kinda shit. oh well. hahah, i don't know. i may even sound depressed while typing all this out, cause that's how it is when i forget about anything else and just think for the sake of me, but no, i'm actually quite !-!-!-! (i have no word to describe it, there goes my vocabulary!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is it isn't it? the whole finding-your-identity phase of life. adolescence, geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn, i just remembered, I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW. and so do YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115789951815189341?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115789951815189341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115789951815189341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115789951815189341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115789951815189341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115781180520322611</id><published>2006-09-09T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:23:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have completed all my PTs! :D okay la formatting not done yet, but i'm not gonna print it out yet so who cares! and yes, i know what you're thinking right now ":O huiwen's done it, damn, never knew i was that slack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY BECAUSE I AM TURNING MUGGER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a rather unfulfilling day. didn't get to play squash at all i just slacked all the way and ate dinner. oh see, i'm done with this post already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay till when i have more substantial material to blog about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115781180520322611?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115781180520322611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115781180520322611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115781180520322611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115781180520322611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-completed-all-my-pts-d-okay-la.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115773241540562007</id><published>2006-09-09T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:20:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KNOW YOU ARE JEALOUS OF ME BECAUSE I HAVE COMPLETED 2 PERFORMANCE TASKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM NOW ON MY THIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entertain yourselves for a while, won't you? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115773241540562007?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115773241540562007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115773241540562007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115773241540562007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115773241540562007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-you-are-jealous-of-me-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115761677569095801</id><published>2006-09-07T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:12:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UNPRODUCTIVITY STRIKES AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my letter to Desperate consists of 2 words. "Dear", and "Desperate". i foresee that i will leave everything to the last minute again. buit never mind, for i need to rant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just returned from the food and book fest at the expo. it's really great, everyone should go there, you won't regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was like FABULOUS the fragrance was everywhere and the tantalising food was just so so tempting. however, as a RAFFLES NERD :D books are my form of romantism and i was found ploughing through the boxes and boxes of book in intellectual pursuit. not that it didn't pay off though, i returned with 6 books which cost a mere $20. worth it, i say! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the queue was extremely extremely long and it was torturous. the stupid annoying indian woman -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER ALERT! these are not racist comments, i am merely describing person in question. she just happened to be indian, annoying and oh, she had an unpleasant smell about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kept pressing herself against me in a bid to get further in front, which contributes to the "stupid" part of it because no matter how far in front you are you stil have to wait for the 13o857091875 people in front of you. and the time taken to wait is the same, whehter they are packed like sardines or NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sensed that she wanted to cut my queue by slyly cutting to the side and pushing against me and coming into contact with me which is gross - hasn't she heard of personal space? naturally, my first instinct is to move futher in front which led to me sticking to the man in front like a starved leech but hey i rather that than a sickening stinky geriatric on my back (literally). and now i think i stink of either coconut oil / curry powder / some unidentified pungent substance which is making me uncomfortable about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liberation came when it was finally my turn to pay. fresh air never smelled so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115761677569095801?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115761677569095801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115761677569095801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115761677569095801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115761677569095801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/unproductivity-strikes-again.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115752965784473733</id><published>2006-09-06T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:14:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busy writing a letter to Desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this music video should keep you entertained. if anyone asks, HUIWEN TOLD YOU ABOUT IT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 288px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cpIBaXLcLnQ" width="359" height="288" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: SO SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got tagged by evelyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) put ur music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2) press forward for each question&lt;br /&gt;3) use the song title as the answer for ur qsn, even if it doesnt make sense&lt;br /&gt;4) tag 5 other people&lt;br /&gt;5) bold the questions and the the answers and give ur own comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how are you feeling today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i go to school for - busted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes a question that to date, i still have no answer to. chem pt is driving me mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;w&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ill u get far in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhi zu - mayday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i don't need to go far in life! BECAUSE I AM SATISFIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do your friends see you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing in the world - atomic kitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS LOR THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai qing lv xing - angela zhang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er i suppose that means YES? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is your best friend's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe - david tao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is the story of ur life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my december - josh groban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIVE FOR DECEMBER HOLIDAYS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what was primary school like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God - David Tao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose that means it was BAD, which is true, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how can you get ahead in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genie in a bottle - christina aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok means i need a genie is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya guan - mayday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ALL MY RESULTS DON'T MAKE SENSE ONE! like. ok the best part of my friends is their jaw?! ok la cheryllynn we binge alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is in stall for this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it go - corrinne may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya i'll let go of chem pt. willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what song describes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes - LMNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ok maybe i should OPEN MY EYES TO LOVE but whatever. thank goodness promiscuous girl didnt show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to describe your grandparents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hao ji mo - guang liang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm ok that's kinda true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how is your life going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are My God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't knwo what this is supposed to mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how does the world see you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly like a bird - mariah carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL FLY LIKE A BIRD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mambo number 5 - lou bega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ithink this means my husband's going to cheat on me. kns gimme this kind of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what does your friend really think of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tian kong - stef sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, first i FLY LIKE A BIRD then i am the sky luh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majesty - Delirious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no they don't, they see me as majesty :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how can i make myself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui jia zhen hao - GUOMEIMEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please refer to my hates list. but er ok its good to stay at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what should you do with your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xing guang - S.H.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuai le - zhang zhi cheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth i have too many chinese songs on my songlist la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi evelyn where got fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG&lt;br /&gt;MINGMEI&lt;br /&gt;timothy&lt;br /&gt;eileen&lt;br /&gt;michelle&lt;br /&gt;carmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah just randomly took from tagboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115752965784473733?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115752965784473733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115752965784473733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115752965784473733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115752965784473733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/busy-writing-letter-to-desperate.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115746764712031490</id><published>2006-09-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:47:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SECOND POST OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blogger is pleased to inform that SHE HAS COMPLETED HER PHYSICS PEETEE and has full license to slack tonight and is in a state of euphoria now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, ONE DOWN, TWO TO GO! :D are you proud of me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i am SO bored. i will type out an entire entry in a language not yet know to the general population. a code so mind-blowing and boggling that the even those of high intellect find it unfathomable. some call it alien, some call it undecipherable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWITSPEAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoow manniee a tiime haffe wiee logged onn to fwensterr nnd saaw peeepz wiThh names liike xiiAo sAlly~FULL XVII. tHey aRee ubiquitoouus (sp?) [i know how to spell la the twits do that all the time], ommnipwesent aNdd arre prooliferrating @ dE sPeed oF uLtraSound. ii amm berii sCareD w0rX, whuut eef thEsee peepz cumm aNd tallk tuu miee, thEn h0wz? daat ishh whiie i'm pRactisiNg n0wx, sHo daT i wieuu b3 onn dee sAme fRequennciee aS dEmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iFF euu mUsst knoE, dEspiTe myy pR0fiCienCy iN twItsPik wIff all derr eXperrience (sp?) tHrOugh derr  insAAne fWenstEr RompsX, ii aM tAkinngG berriie lOng tuu type diis entryy l3hx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, there are many more meaningful ways to spend my well-deserved slack time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115746764712031490?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115746764712031490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115746764712031490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115746764712031490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115746764712031490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/second-post-of-day-this-blogger-is.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115743717749832141</id><published>2006-09-05T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:19:37.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i sit here wondering what ultrasound has to do with my life, when the whole point of the frigging performance task is to prove that it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115743717749832141?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115743717749832141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115743717749832141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115743717749832141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115743717749832141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-i-sit-here-wondering-what.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115729936342134850</id><published>2006-09-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:03:01.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY BLOG IS IMBA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take pleasure in using such colloquial slang native to the raffles family. GREEN BLACK WHITE flash before me eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i've been blogging too excessively. and if i blog too often, bored people take it for granted that i'll blog and walao my blog lose appeal already! that cannot be the case therefore as of tomorrow, i will blog less. be sad people, be very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will still blog about today. boring, nonetheless, but better than nothing la people, stop whining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church, finally after 2 weeks of absence due to the charity thingums. it was quite an awakening. today's sermon was about the importance of sunday school. and honestly i've been missing sunday school for really really REALLY long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The church is not for people who are better than the rest, but for people who want to be better than they are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true. i guess. i'm changing alot, and i have no idea whether for the better or for worse and its the self-improvement that matters right now in this GRAPPLE to make sense of the world around me. yes, initiation into a whoel GAMUT of emotions. honestly, that's damn overused. but i like cliches anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after church went to safra to play squash. waited 2 hours for the courts because a whole family of squash playing people trooped down for a MASS EXERCISING SESSION WOOHOO and left me lurking around the courts disparingly while watching their amateur game like i think i can beat them which is really SAYING SOMETHING okay i am just annoyed. but i fell asleep on the couch there and it is all their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the courts have no freaking ventilation and all the weight i lost was probably just water mass due to the STIFLING humidity in the courts but i feel lighter now ha.ha.ha.&lt;br /&gt;mich came joined me for a while but all i had was another lousy racquet that seemed like it would never be useful again (but hey it was a trusty weapon in sec 1) so the game wasn't good. and then mich went to run (let's all say WHHHHAAAATTTTTTT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like shopping at ntuc. in the manner of a common housewife, comparing prices with other marts (and i found out that carrefour is a RIPOFF i paid a whole dollar less for a box of 6 granola bars at ntuc CARREFOUR IS ANNOYING) and find it actually gratifying. kill me right now. i think i'm turning into a health-conscious, weight-watching freak. the milk i bought was 99% fat free and i bought 2 cartons of yogurt drink and the granola bars were the honey oats one were the NON SATURATED FAT ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i'm not anorexic, right! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay never mind. i will be productive tomorrow. I HOPE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115729936342134850?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115729936342134850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115729936342134850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115729936342134850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115729936342134850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-blog-is-imba-d-i-take-pleasure-in.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115721137178506611</id><published>2006-09-02T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:36:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am staring at this great expanse of white and wonder what i have to blog. actually, i have no idea. just that i feel like typing out something and see it published and next time when i'm bored i can read my own entries and guffaw at my own stupidity. (no one else is allowed to say i'm stupid apart from myself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to YCK today to watch the finals of the competition. the games were really good la makes me damn ashamed to say i play squahs. it is not squash i play. it is just spasmodic actions of hitting a black ball with 2 dots against a white wall with red lines on it. i don't believe i just described the appaearance of a wall and a ball. hahah ball wall. rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the games were really good la. some of the results were expected.. and some weren't. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! there was a lucky draw and yes, i won something. not that it's of use to me la but i won 2 wristbands? haha damn THE RACQUET WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE then i can save money on a new racquet rarrr ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never mind at least wristband better than none?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play squash doubles with michelle ka hoe and justin ang the guy who NEVER LISTEN TO REFEREE and i never wanna play with pro people again. makes me feel like a lizard in a squash court full of people which is exactly what almost made me scream THE LIZARD WAS FREAKING HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am absolutely astounded that mark can delightfully catch it with his bare hands. O.M.G. liek omgomgomgomg i won't ever ever ever ever ever do that. but then again that's coming from someone with tarantulas as best friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was boring. i will attempt to read a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115721137178506611?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115721137178506611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115721137178506611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115721137178506611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115721137178506611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-staring-at-this-great-expanse-of.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115717076996574596</id><published>2006-09-02T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:19:32.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been basking in the depths of unproductivity and am enjoying every single moment of it. in one and a half hours time i will be triaping off to yck squash courts to watch the highly exciting fianls of thomson whatchamaycallit competition. and play squash of course, i do need my dose of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable, the holidays have come, signalling the end of yet another term. i hardly believe that time is FLYING past me and i don't even realise it. the future is unpredictable and many vagaries wait in turn but i am choosing not to think of it. after all, i do have 3 performance tasks to complete. and soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just lost all my enthusiasm for blogging today. will be back later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115717076996574596?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115717076996574596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115717076996574596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115717076996574596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115717076996574596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-been-basking-in-depths-of.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115702900856995619</id><published>2006-08-31T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:56:49.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after much much much deliberation, i have finally decided to go on the jiangnan trip with mingmei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i took a really long time to decide! mingmei and Dearest Daughter (henceforth known as deedee) can vouch for that. i mean, a thousand dollars is not used flippantly like that! *snaps fingers* but mum says that even when i grow up and go for holidays, i won't go to jiangnan (which is true, sadly) so i might as well go now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made alot of sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. teachers' day celebrations rocked so hard mann! honestly i think it's the best show i've seen since i entered RG! girls brigade was just SO FUNNY i was laughing till i couldn't breathe. especially zhener who was acting as colemanchua "i have a cold, man!" and did a spectacular job out of it but everyone was really good. jtoh can really sing he is FUNKAAY MAN. i can't even begin to describe how funny and great the performances were (not all of course) but all in all i didn't regret sacrificing my sleep for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the celebrations, we went back to class to watch X MAN! and some of the dancers relieved the spirit by dancing the RHD dance again and this time, we FILMED it. ok only the hiphop part (haha, duh). after which 8 of us trooped down to taka in our multi-coloured shirts for lunch at SEOUL GARDEN. man i tell you i ate sooooo much it's scary. i better go and eat laxatives to make sure that what goes in comes out :D we really made our money worth by taking alotalotalotalot of meat (esp isa the funkay auntie who ate ALOTALOT of red beef because it was EXPENSIVE) but hey, we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and never try drinking coke mixed in tomyam soup. honestly, it was BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;303 is such a fun class :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115702900856995619?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115702900856995619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115702900856995619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115702900856995619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115702900856995619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-much-much-much-deliberation-i.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115677134700165517</id><published>2006-08-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:22:29.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's annoying when you wait patiently for blogger to load then when it finally does you forget what you want to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i remember. first, the celebratory "ORALS ARE OVER PWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN :D" i hope it goes well. i'm pretty sure i won't fail (and i'd better not) and for a person of my standards, good enough! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pie has gainfully warranted the title of The Talk of The Day by disgracing us all by putting up a disgustingly FAKE accent of which i nearly died laughing listening to. didn't help that she was right before me (oops, did i ACCIDENTALLY reveal who she is?) and i was worried about bursting out in hysterics during my speech. she has proven herself the quintissential of jiak-kan-tang-ness and unworthy of my concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i could disregard the fact that she's not the nicest thing to look at or if she just ain't the nicest person in the world - no one's perfect, but this my dears, was The Ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approach me if you want a demonstration. damn, they should have allowed video cameras in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up with an aching body, which is still aching now, in case you were concerned. and conveniently FORGOT to bring PE attire which thank God for She Kaye, or i would have invited trouble with Mousedeer. Rugby is really such a stupid game (no offence chrisfang please don't break my bones), at least the way she teaches it. and honestly, playing around with a giant peanut out in the inhumane heat.  - that is just pure torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people noticed that i was really tired todya. even Tomato Head. well, actually it was pretty obvious because i was falling asleep standing up. and guess what, i am expected to finish long due assignment 1 by tomorrow. not gonna happen, my body needs rest, and the bed beckons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been afflicted with the monthly tidal wave and am suffering from extreme discomfort. now, let me combat that by triapsing off to sleep. time now: 9:15. i know you are envious of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115677134700165517?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115677134700165517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115677134700165517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115677134700165517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115677134700165517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-annoying-when-you-wait-patiently.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115668721952833552</id><published>2006-08-27T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:02:04.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was yet another eventful day with a series of exciting events occupying my one free sunday a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheares bridge run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite my gripes about the ugly shirt, i still went for my second annual sheares bridge run. but only because i didn't have to pay and i didnt get the shirt :D that would save me the trouble of having to get rid of it later on :D (previous shirt was discarded at OBS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the run was fulfilling though i stopped to walk a few times, it was a considerable improvement from last year (taking into acocunt that this time i need not carry others' bags) and i managed to not walk for such long distances! yay ok, maybe i'll go for next year's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, for the first time:&lt;br /&gt;1.i drank milo mixed with rainwater&lt;br /&gt;2. i trudged through the heavy downpour with a goal in mind&lt;br /&gt;3. mingmei came to my house&lt;br /&gt;4. mingmei did CIP with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's flag day without flags was just the usual, though in comparison, much less eventful than the usual ups and downs. today was the last day of flag day and i'm both happy and unhappy that it ended. happy so that i can finally have my weekends back and go to church. unhappy, because i probably won't have the drive to do community work unless it were compulsory. i know, pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mingmei and i were late, for we went back to my humble home after having lunch with the other guys. (mingmei gels her hair hahahaha! :D) didn't miss much, for the first half of CIP was just making weird shapes out of balloons while patiently soliciting funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got chased out of the j8 lobby twice by different security guards whom were complete strangers to compassion and charity. the reason for the dwindling amount of funds would be entirely their fault, stingy misers. and there i would like to tell the RI people in charge of this project that YOUR STUPID MENTOR IS COMPLETELY USELESS AND YALL SHOULD DITCH HIM. arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day was the same. how utterly boring.&lt;br /&gt;except for the part where guys got way too bored of balloons and decided to put mentos in pepsi. you can guess what comes next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner wasn't grande, but everyone sitting together eating in a peaceful manner (for once) was kind of heartening. i suppose i'll miss the crappy sundays which were really great cause you really feel like you play a part in the community but you still have fun at the same time. ok i dont really know how to put it in words. it's just kinda indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i was immensively unproductive today. i'll pray hard oral goes okay for i am disregarding it now and going to get my well-deserved sleep. soon, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i shall be punishing myself for eating so much. darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115668721952833552?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115668721952833552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115668721952833552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115668721952833552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115668721952833552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-yet-another-eventful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115656817427383411</id><published>2006-08-26T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:56:14.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my erractic-ness in blogging follows the appearance of interesting events in my life. as you can probably tell, i lead a terribly boring life studying all day and all (HAHAHA yeah sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went to visit my old blog and gosh what a bitch i was (or maybe probably still am) but its was much worse last time (if that's believable). i tried to delete the blog but i just can't remember my username, darn! it's so anoying when you want to erase your past but you just can't. i guess it's there to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i am skipping squash for the second time already. darn, i hope my passion for the game isn't dying, that'll be very sad, wouldn't it? i realise that in this world you can't really count on anyone to help you. you just have to battle it out with yourself and fight on. and THEN you emerge ever much stronger and go "man that was all worth it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is already the end of week 9, in one week's time, the september holidays will come and i'll be sleeping even more than usual. which is alot, since i fell asleep in a grand total of 3 out of 5 classes i had yesterday (considering the other 2 blocks were assembly and RS, i REALLY sleep alot). i just hope i'm not using sleep to run away from reality or i'll really despise myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orals next monday, and expository essay test on tuesday. after that i have 3 PTs to complete. time is passing too fast i want to just stop it for a little while. half of me is hoping that the EOYs come fast, but the other half is hoping that they'll just linger on where they are for a little while. mildly schizophrenic, i know. but i don't think i'm ready to be a sec 4, not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the recent talks with squash batchmates and discussions on sec 4 farewell are kind of foreboding. i'll really miss the sec 4s when they're gone, and i wonder when we ourselves leave will we be as dearly missed by our juniors? i really don't know. but all i can do is take full adnvantage of the present and do what is expected of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastination is the theif of time. and right now, time is being taken away from me like sand slipping out of a hand. and YES, i need to write my oral speech. this blogger is pleased (ok, maybe not-so-pleased) to report that said speech is unwritten, unstarted and non-existent except for the first paragraph required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pledge to finish that speech by today. now, please excuse me while i waste more of my time indulging in worldly pursuits such as watching television. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115656817427383411?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115656817427383411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115656817427383411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115656817427383411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115656817427383411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-erractic-ness-in-blogging-follows.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115651349442966319</id><published>2006-08-25T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:45:03.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will be resentful no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because resentment is like eating poison and hoping the other person dies. true, don't you think. anyway i heard that on the Oprah Winfrey show. :D i'm turning into a fan! scary, with the likes of an average american housewife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoooops?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115651349442966319?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115651349442966319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115651349442966319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115651349442966319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115651349442966319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-will-be-resentful-no-more-because.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115615807546203370</id><published>2006-08-21T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:38:59.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a bad BAD day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start it off, i received my first booking of the year (apart form the truancy one which really wasn't my fault anyway) because my fingernail was STICKING OUT. and laoshi passed it but just asked me to cut that stupid fingernail and the PIT booked me! RAR. my unadulterated record is TARNISHED rar stupid fingernail! to think i was desperately peeling it (i know, gross) to make it shorter and i still got booked in the end! now, i have fugly nails, AND a booking, can anything be WORSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gee that sounded SO bimbotic like "OH,MY, GOSH, like, I BROKE A NAIL! APOCALYPSE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever. next, chinese pt. huang lao shi was being annoying by ordering everyone to shut up and pay fullest attention to macey's group (not macey's fault, she can't help it if she's adorable right! :D macey, be glad!). not that its a bad thing but its just amazes me how preposterous her double standards can get when she can be as disrespectful as to ramble on and on when shermine was presenting. and sheesh don't get me started on the favouritism and it's so obvious that she favours some more than others which i might add is completely inevitable but the blatantness was uncalled for. completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to interject this rambling post with SCREAMS OF GLEE THAT CHINESE PT IS OVER MUAHAHAHA and the yeo-ohs will be celebrating over &lt;em&gt;roti prata.&lt;/em&gt; gee can hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel fat, i ate one mars icecream and one snickers icecream! SINFUL INDULGENCE at its best.&lt;br /&gt;i am glad that i am not anorexic, i'd miss out on so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing how i puncture my sentences with exclamation marks now but mere hours ago i was sulking at training. maybe i'm just being sensitive but i don't think i'km getting the help i need. oh whatever, i've gotta survive on my own in this sad, SAD world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hereby pledge to &lt;em&gt;attempt&lt;/em&gt; to stop complaining so much (and whether i succeed would be another matter altogether) and anyone who sees me whining shoudl tell me to shut up, pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115615807546203370?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115615807546203370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115615807546203370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115615807546203370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115615807546203370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-bad-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115608107477093464</id><published>2006-08-20T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:20:29.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was an unproductive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponned church to supposedly pack up my room but ended up slacking in front of the computer again. I AM GUILTY rar. God, help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the day in front of the computer surfing random blogs while simultaneously ridding my drawer of unneccessary items ( i ended up NOT throwing anything away because i am a karang guni just like that) and activities of the like which amounts to unproductivity at its very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to popular after that. a bookstore is a rafflesian nerd's heaven, is it not? proved to be an unfruitful trip. returned with (FINALLY) a beautiful mechanical pencil ONLY because all hte books were all pseudo-intellectual which is too lowly for someone of my hybrid to read (okay FINE i just didnt find anything interesting okayyyy..) and i JUST couldn't find the book that i was interested in. well, what can you expect from a bookstore that classifies ROALD DAHL under TEENAGE FICTION. i nearly killed myself there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just surfed mingmei's blog and I HAVE BEEN TAGGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Mention the gender of your perfect partner&lt;br /&gt;2) Come up with 8 different points of your perfect partner&lt;br /&gt;3) Tag 8 other victims in this game&lt;br /&gt;4) Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i'd like to mention that the 4th instruction is freaking STUPID. like OOH I HAVE BEEN INSTRUCTED TO HAVE FUN. stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) hmm, let's see. I DON'T KNOW! how about.... MALE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) atheletic (at LEAST not a wimp)&lt;br /&gt;INTELLECTUAL ( just like me what!)&lt;br /&gt;pleasant-looking&lt;br /&gt;FUN so i won't be bored&lt;br /&gt;have decent sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;supportive&lt;br /&gt;NICE&lt;br /&gt;NOT STINGY&lt;br /&gt;taller than me (this is the 9th one but duh it's abit sad if shorter than me uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i am nice therefore i will noT coerce anyone into doing this stupid quiz which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i am pleased to inform that i did not have fun doing it. LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MINGMEI TOMORROW YOU GET IT FROM ME AH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add on, here are some videos i took on the train with my trusty 6230i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 238px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZG8z5dVyItg" width="339" height="238" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh look! a GROWN woman digging her nose and OH is that her HAIR she touches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 238px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZW1EYA0yZc" width="339" height="238" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man that wasnt enough what WAS in her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way. i actually saw her EAT the particles in her nose. yes. approach me if you want full details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another photo that i took at the expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="856" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/greeniefied/HAHASUCKERR.jpg" width="857" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right, a straw box! HAHAH SUCKERRRR! (must be made in china)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115608107477093464?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115608107477093464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115608107477093464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115608107477093464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115608107477093464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-unproductive-day.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115600401544562466</id><published>2006-08-20T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T00:13:36.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everybody! i am back from yet another day of soliciting funds. ups and downs in the day actually, more downs than ups, but never mind i will not proceed to mention every incident in the manner of a neurotic jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling fat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swensen's for dinner which was quite good i suppose. shared earthquake with the mg girls and mark who was last minute roped in to share so that each of us would pay less. haha. he ended up eating most of it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again i should have eaten less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115600401544562466?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115600401544562466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115600401544562466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115600401544562466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115600401544562466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hi-everybody-i-am-back-from-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115590878437565116</id><published>2006-08-18T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:46:33.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fatigue is overcoming me now, as my eyes have been reduced to half their normal size (which however, is still bigger than people like tami's :D) and i will be engaging in healthy activities (e.g. sleeping) soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please remind me to wake up at noon tomorrow. or i bet i'll just continue sleeping away like a narcoleptic -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is NOT a good time for flag day. my throat infection is back (DARN!) and my energy level is at an all time low. things might change tomorrow though, and hopefully they do. i don't think i could endure a whole day of unsolicited bad manners (view past posts) with just desolute health conditions man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm gonna go get antibiotics thankyou goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115590878437565116?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115590878437565116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115590878437565116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115590878437565116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115590878437565116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/fatigue-is-overcoming-me-now-as-my.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115556465293939186</id><published>2006-08-14T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:10:53.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I REPORT THE DEMISE OF MY BELOVED RACQUET, a handy companion in times of need (i.e. whacking/threatening to whack the sisters) and a trusty weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, would anyone like to donate to HUIWEN'S RACQUET FUND? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115556465293939186?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115548258622431917</id><published>2006-08-13T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:23:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Dreaded Chinese PT has benn COMPLETED, or at least the basics. woe that i'm a night worker therefore i shall start work at 11 which means that i shall have eyebags the size of j lo's ass tomorrow morning and will probably be dozing off on the mrt and miss my stop and trigger off a &lt;em&gt;series of unfortunate events&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's worship was pretty STELLAR apart from the fact that marcus was "gently" CHIDING (haha oxymoron) people about their lack of punctuality, yours truly included, but can you blame me since the lateness is like a &lt;em&gt;norm&lt;/em&gt; but okay i will see the err of my ways and show up early for worship henceforth. (not that i don't usually want to just that today i didn't see the point and the noodle stall uncle was like on freaking tranquilizers and took an abnormally long time to serve a pathetic bowl of MAGGI NOODLES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planetshakers are still rocking my world today. their songs have been replaying in my head the whole day long and YES! they are playng on my playlist right now. SOMEONE BE NICE AND GET ME ALL THE SONGS FOR PLANETSHAKERS! i am being like an obsessive teenage girl enraptured by the tempts of idol fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i will be productive. - triapses off to do chinese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115548258622431917?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115548258622431917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115548258622431917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115548258622431917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115548258622431917'/><link rel='alternate' 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ICONS which give me ORGASMS (not the sexual kind, duh) and give me this crazy little euphoric feeling, oddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese PT has been progressing smoothly, thankfully and has doubled its minumum word limit yet its content is... devoid of interesting substance to the average student. however, teachers are such strange people they have the aptitude to find interest in the least appealing things, i have no idea why, but that is a good thing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, till next time, i shall be painfully extracting chinese words out of my minuscule chinese vocabulary to piece my homework together. till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115539765088307663?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115539765088307663/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>ha.ha. i am actually blogging in such times of dire straits while my chinese book review is waiting to be written (i.e. me to write it) and i am gladly giving myself license to slack. woe, while later i triasp off to the expo for a concert my mind shall be left at home THINKING chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such is the life of a singporean student. &lt;em&gt;or the lack of it -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cs have gladly encouraged me by assuring me that my chinese bullshit is of the hybrid that is favourable to the teachers whom rejoice in knowing what YOU (yes, you) think of various books of the abyssmal sort. &lt;em&gt;oh, how fun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think my chinese bullshit is just... crap. the kind that slides gently down your colon and out your rectum. i am praying hard that the teacher appreciates my bullshit and spots my valient attempts to salvage my destitute chinese grades. one who knows me would know that i am impoverished of any talents to belt out chinese phrases much less regale how i feel about a fricking book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now would you look at that i just spent a few minutes complaining about how much i do NOT want to continue doing my chinese report instead of dutifully &lt;em&gt;attempting&lt;/em&gt; to write something decent (and i don't even hope for phenomenal). why couldn't i have been blessed to be able to PISS out chinese words that are of accurate sentence structure rather than given the inate talents of being able to crap so well. woe, my talents are all in the wrong areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear me. i will excavate myself from the depths of lackidaisical-ness and do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow look what i did! i started playing chinese songs on my itunes playlist to &lt;em&gt;set the mood&lt;/em&gt; for chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115521484928685741</id><published>2006-08-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:00:53.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate this perpetual bad mood/feeling i hope it goes away soon. anyhow i shall blog about my life. i guess my blog's getting abit boring, but anyhow it's just a log of events, kinda like a diary. except people comment on it. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day. honestly i think if you don't go to the stdium to watch people doing funny things, the festive mood just ain't there at all. i even asked my mother "what date is it" (omg wtf) to which she thought i was being retarded and went "what, 9th of august LA". gosh. i love singapore, and i only said that to make up for my absent-mindedness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went out with the ucsc people in the afternoon for movie. i stupidly thought we were watching tokyo drift and then when i went into the cinema i was like HUH no cars only people! but nvm i masked my stupidity by NOT asking and bothering to fricking read my movie ticket which read CLICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great movie, i loved it. and at the end susan and i were laughing till we couldn't move hahah. britney spear's 23rd baby and michael jackson sueing himself for molesting himself. loads of slapstick humour which was really funny anyway and it was just great la the whole movie. but i hate the ending it was quite dumb, but anyway that kind of film must have a happy ending anyway, so nvm (: now i'm thinking those who didn't watch the show are probably reading this with quizzical looks on their faces. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie we went to slf, which was extremely crowded for some reason. and that would probably be my first and last time going there. it's extremely spooky esp during qi yue ahhhhh and the toilets are.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't play at all cause i was too n00b so daddy picked me and we went safra to play. or at least, i thought so till i realised i had no fricking squash ball ARGHARGHARGH i feel so un-exercised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this damndamndamn filling dinner with pepper crab prawns sambal kangkong ARE YOU JEALOUS ARE YOU JEALOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianned the whole day then went bugis to do chinese pt like wowwwwzzzzzzz. spent liek 2 hours at TCC with cheryl and charm speaking in chinese half the time i am pro i tell you :) after that went binging with cheryl and i went to the money changer to change my 8 ringgit for 3.20 sing dollars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok too much detail now byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115521484928685741?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115521484928685741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115521484928685741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115521484928685741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115521484928685741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-this-perpetual-bad-moodfeeling.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115504605131684822</id><published>2006-08-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:07:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should stop trying to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me almost.... desperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115504605131684822?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115504605131684822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115504605131684822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115504605131684822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115504605131684822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-should-stop-trying-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115495771097613449</id><published>2006-08-07T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:35:29.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i should stop being The Hyper Girl. it makes it so much more obvious when i'm not hyper in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's already a social expectation that you remain who you are. people are just resistant to change, that's the way it is, and that's the way we have got to accept it. it's just so dumb, so.. ridiculous that for just a little while you don't seem like yourself and the whole world screws up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is wrong with this world anyway. some people  get everything and seem so freaking perfect while the rest of the world craves to be like these people. maybe it's just cause i never get what i want, so i just tend to get abit touchy towards people who seemingly have everything. and those people don't realise it. maybe we don't realise it. whatever we have is never enough. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, like jerryca says. maybe that's how the world is fair, being unfair to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115495771097613449?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115495771097613449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115495771097613449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115495771097613449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115495771097613449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-i-should-stop-being-hyper-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115487997533392151</id><published>2006-08-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:59:35.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rippl3ffect</title><content type='html'>my legs are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPER SUAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's after crossing the road between the bishan bus interchange and junction 8 over a hundread times today. no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about 8 hours of pleading, begging, negotiating, and getting scolded by people doing yet another round of flayg day except this times there were no flags, i am proud to say i have accumulated 10 CIP hours. YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the point. the point is, I AM A PHILANTHROPIST! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay me and eileen went to junction 8 at like 8 (which is a whole 30 minutes before our allocated time) for breakfast with WEITING ! :D&lt;br /&gt;went to the stall. okay, i have to admit it was quite cool that people actually have RE/RS stuff that actually matters and is actually quite fun. geez. ok that is not the point. anyway. the games that the rippl3ffect peoplecame up with was so .... eleventh hour. in their case, i think its probably LITERALLY the eleventh hour's work. correct me if i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we all spent our entire day pumping balloons (and twisting them into odd shapes which were barely acceptable but people still bought them anyway), coercing people into buying the balloons and getting screwed by unloving people. GOD BLESS YOU ANYWAY UNLOVING PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this OLD MAN scolded me. for what? let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "excuse me would you like to make a donation? with a minumum donation of $2 you can get a balloon free"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;som (stupid old man): "why must $2?! this is donation i donate what i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "no the $2 donation is fopr the free...."&lt;br /&gt;SOM: " I DONT WANT YOUR FREE BALLOON"&lt;br /&gt;som drops 50cents in and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNLOVING GRANDFATHER! UNLOVING GRANDFATHER!!! so this is what i get for SACRIFICING MY SUNDAY TO DO FLAG DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unloving grandfathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly man, no one owes you a living. a NO will suffice, som!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after an entire day of repeated events, we finally came down to counting the money! 800+ dollars okay! okay sure, not much of it was my work but HEY i contributed also ok. i look kindly therefore people donate to me OK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was time for dinner and things got abit screwed but it turned out okay in the end i suppose and we had dinner at macs where i ate a 570 cals oreo mcflurry and punished myself by standing all the way back to tanahmerah man that was hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i've blogged yay. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115487997533392151?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115487997533392151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115487997533392151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115487997533392151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115487997533392151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/rippl3ffect.html' title='rippl3ffect'/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115478704511033105</id><published>2006-08-05T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:10:45.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wouldn't life be just so much easier if people tell you where you went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. if you don't know whether its wrong, or what is wrong, how are you to make it right? that's how life makes fun of you. you know you're supposed to go somewhere, but you just don't know where you're supposed to go. and that just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess maybe all we can do is try. and try, and try again. and maybe one day we'll find that direction in life. perhaps. some find their way easily. some go round in circles before they find their lease of life. but i suppose its the trying that makes life worth the while, worth all that pain and anguish we go through every day. and if one day we ever stop trying, we'll just lose ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez. it's all about perspective. on good days you feel like your life is just a breeze and that you're thankful for it. but on bad days you just look at what you're doing and go, shoot wtf am i doing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh just give it up already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115478704511033105?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115478704511033105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115478704511033105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115478704511033105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115478704511033105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/wouldnt-life-be-just-so-much-easier-if.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115461678245409683</id><published>2006-08-03T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:53:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh HOU? our DEAR , DEAR CLET thinks that we study the "usual" waya and that he studies the "correct" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the first place, who is he to define what is right and what is wrong. being a philosophy teacher, he should know that, no? he doesn't even know HOW we study, how does he know that we supposedly study the "usual" way. maybe we really study the "correct" way just that we do it for longer durations for MAXIMUM efficiency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. all this talk about TEACHING US HOW TO STUDY? haha. puh-lease. teaching us how to PASS english is already a difficulty to him. TEACH US HOW TO STUDY? failing english is enough, failing the rest? no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH SO SCREWED why couldn't we get a better teacher! WHY. TELL ME WHY. and of all people we have to get a 3/8 mongolian, 1/8 japanese and half chinese 156cm tall HCI GUY. LIKE ZOMG KILL ME KILL ME. I'M TALLER THAN HIM OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115461678245409683?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115461678245409683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115461678245409683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115461678245409683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115461678245409683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-hou-our-dear-dear-clet-thinks-that.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115461213496807292</id><published>2006-08-03T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:35:35.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GEOG IS OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this week is gonna be over soon too, yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah btw. everyone! GO TO JUNCTION 8 ON THE 6TH AUGUST TO DO CHARITY! IT'S FOR A GOOD CAUSE YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy today yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115461213496807292?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115461213496807292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115461213496807292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115461213496807292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115461213496807292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/geog-is-overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115450930310450120</id><published>2006-08-02T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T17:01:43.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, THIRD DAY I'VE MISSED SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i go back, it is going to be HELL alot of worksheets piled under my table ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard the new form teacher's really boring, but he seems nice. which means i can do... OTHER things during english yay. and he just HAS to be from HCI like -.- WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't he be from RI like TEEZEE maybe he'll look better too! rar. but anyway, i sense some ives tay material. muahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. off to mug for geog and hopefully i'll be back at school tmr! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115450930310450120?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115450930310450120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115450930310450120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115450930310450120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115450930310450120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg-third-day-ive-missed-school.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115440336867641548</id><published>2006-08-01T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T11:36:08.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, admititngly, i AM fine for school without the exception of a VERY sore throat. i can't even EAT properly gosh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, I CAN STUDY YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's chinese test and thursday's geog test. muahaha. I SHALL NO LONGER HAVE TO WORRY YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115440336867641548?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115440336867641548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115440336867641548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115440336867641548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115440336867641548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-admititngly-i-am-fine-for-school.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115432407945425249</id><published>2006-07-31T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:34:39.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you're wondering why i'm online right NOW.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM SICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and am extremely sore about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's ms cheryl's last day and i'm not there!! roar. okay, so i wasn't as happy as i thought i would be. in fact i'm kinda sad. that day when i hugged her. i actually rolled my eyes. bah. i should stop rolling my eyes out of habit, it gets annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I HAVE CHRONIC MIGRAINE. i slept at like, 8 last night and woke up at midnight crying ok because the pain was THAT bad. thank goodness i didn't go to school, or i would have taken a cab straight back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i have this stupid migraine is because (probably) i walked to RI in the bloody rain yesterday for the darn YMCA meeting (who meets on sundays ANYWAY) and xiaodi didn't share her umbrella (YOUR FAULT, BIMBO!). darn. but the meeting was quite funny anyway cause the "event organisers" were like damn blur and wasted alot of time waiting for their teammates to show up. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we brainstormed for ideas for the funfair and (truthfully speaking) i still have no idea what we're doing on sunday but it doesn't matter anyway i just turn up and do whatever i'm supposed to and GET ALL THAT CIP HOURS YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "event organisers" presented their skit to us and basically me and xiaodi were laughing till we couldn't breathe man. they were SHIT FUNNY (okay, to sec sch ppl) and i can just imagine them trooping into haig girls to present their skit. i will just bloody laugh my ass off. selling gorillas (Y) nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have to go recuperate now! BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115432407945425249?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115432407945425249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115432407945425249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115432407945425249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115432407945425249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-youre-wondering-why-im-online-right.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115418677315922826</id><published>2006-07-29T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:26:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flag day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SURVIVED FLAG DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulate me man. after 5 hours of gruelling torture, facing the PAIN of rejection and desolution, i am pleased to say that i am still alive and kicking (disappointed huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was a freaking disaster. from head to toe. okay maybe not toe because we were glad to leave anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but it started out like PANGSAI because i didn't know we had a choice of morning or afternoon shift and ended up missing ucsc training. RAR that is BADBADBAD. terribly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, as is any other outing with clynn, charm, she-kaye and maceybraise, it was fun! in a disastrous kinda way. we went to dhoby ghaut first, thinking that we would get alot of donations there. alas! everyone thought so, and the friggin area was strewn with abundant tin-carrying students. being the slackers that we are, we went to eat lunch first (yes, when we were supposed to do flag day) at pastamania! ate a damn lot and screwed around for a while before it struck us again that we were supposed to be doing uh, community service (in a way we still were, boosting the economy, see?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we proceeded to toapayoh after that. after all, toa payoh was packed with heartlanders whom were (supposedly) generous, right? to a certain extent, yes. as all other things, there were extremes. the nice ones were very nice, and the nasty ones were incorrigible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like flag day. you get to see all sorts of people and actually judge them at face value. today i was on a quest to get as many donations as a possibly could and most defintely, i wouldn't want to waste my time on people who looked like they didn't want to donate. but judging by face value can go seriously wrong, as i've found. today i appraoched this auntie who was alone. normally, aunties are the kind that will donate upon pleading. this one however was of a different league. we call that the 'ah soh'. this one was rude to the maximum. i couldn't even begin to express my disgust for her (or maybe i could). this was what happened: of course, it was slightly drizzling before that and she still had her umbrella open. and when i approached her, she didn't even gve me a chance to open my mouth to ASK her for donations and she hid behind her big red umbrella as if i were a virus and her stupid umbrella was a freaking antibiotic (this is what bio does to you ; even my analogies are so scientific). gosh. woman, a freaking 'no' will suffice. even as a volunteer i think i still deserve that minimal respect. am i that worthless that she cannot even reject my request properly with the least of a WAVE of the hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh that was so screwed i nearly screamed at her (and this is where self-control plays a part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it. to most donation-collectors (whatchamaycallit), anyone that donates any amount will make our day. even if it's just ten cents. is it really that difficult to make someone's day, just TEN BLOODY CENTS from you, or is it that you are just plain selfish that you just refuse to want to contribute even if people stand around for 5 hours trying to make the most out of it. saying no, is bad enough, NOT saying no is worse. today i had people &lt;em&gt;pretending not to hear me, not looking at me and saying no, wave me off like a was a worthless fly that was buzzing about them.&lt;/em&gt; and that was not the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this KIDNLY woman who offered to contribute (and who so unfortunately had problems digging out her money) and she was walking behind this shrew of a friend she had. i was THIS CLOSE to getting her donation while she was digging for coins, when that stupid shrew said "NO" in this stuck-up, &lt;em&gt;iamthequeenoftheworld&lt;/em&gt; attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly strangled her. even if she didn't want to donate (which was bloody evident you effing cow), just bloody keep your mouth SHUT and don't influence others who actually DO. like. GOSH, if she ends up in the home hursing foundation with no money, i will laugh loudly. really. or maybe i won't because quote lydia's blog:"forgiveness is almost a selfish act because of the immense benefits to the one who forgives".but you probably can bet your last dollar i'm not gonna donate to her. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the effedup attitude didn't only apply to those with a mid-life crisis. those OUR age too, had a problem. this ignorant blithering idiot of a boy took out his coins and dumped them on my tin and strolled off. so you think i'm some kinda beggar? screw, i don't even get paid for this okay! (ok, besides the CIP hours, which i really, really need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this totally turned out to be a rant post man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, falg day was quite funny in some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:" excuse me, would you like to donate?"&lt;br /&gt;lady:"actually i'm not in favour of it but i pity you because of the climate. the singapore government........" -&lt;em&gt;proceeds to rant on- "take care of yourself"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. that was weird. but nice. it's not every day that you receive concern by a stranger who has got nothing to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those that donated were the ones that actually made me feel that humans were still... humane, ironically (sadly that is a minority) and yes, i will DEFINITELY donate to flaggers if they ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you should too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115418677315922826?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115418677315922826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115418677315922826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115418677315922826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115418677315922826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/flag-day.html' title='flag day!!'/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115400609278106659</id><published>2006-07-27T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:14:52.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MATHS TEST IS OVER. my worksheets can fly away and file themselves. MUAHAHAHA MATHS, SCREW YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog. gosh. my textbook in on the table in front of me and i can't bear to open it and start reading cause SERIOUSLY i didn't learn a SHIT from fooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just feel like cutting her stupid fingernails for her! as charm says: " when she scratches herself you can feel it !" and i've testified to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rar nothing to say. i'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115400609278106659?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115400609278106659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115400609278106659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115400609278106659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115400609278106659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/maths-test-is-over_27.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115375459964468724</id><published>2006-07-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T20:49:16.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING PENCIL! ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="291" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/greeniefied/wanted.jpg" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar! MY BEAUTIFUL PENCIL... GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing math. then and next minute. IT WAS GONE. I'M TELLING YOU, THERE'S A BLACK HOLE IN MY STUDY ROOM AND IT'S SUCKING ALL MY THINGS IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAR.RAR.RAR.RAR.RAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, anyone is most welcome to buy me a pencil :D mechanical pencil please. the wooden ones are so...... &lt;em&gt;suburban&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, EVERY ONE! PLEASE JOIN FOCUS GROUPS SO AS TO TAKE PART INT HE MOULDING OF YOUR SCHOOL AND TO FEEDBACK ON WHAT CONGRESS HAS DONE! PLEASE! your opinions WILL BE HEARD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done. roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i miss my pencil.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt; stop laughing at me. i have an emotional attachment to my stationery. (happy now?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115375459964468724?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115375459964468724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115375459964468724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115375459964468724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115375459964468724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/missing-pencil.html' title='MISSING PENCIL! ):'/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115348862743310263</id><published>2006-07-21T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:30:27.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so we didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though one can't help but feel sad (hey, 3 hours of practice a day for that), who really cares? as long as we did our best, (which we probably did, given the time span), had fun, bonded, and SHINED through, no one can get us down man! just you wait. 403'07 will get you good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the dancers really really wanted it and i just couldn't help crying too, after vanessa did. rarr. thanks to 303 who really gave us support and chelsea who offered me a hug but i was so depressed (thanks girl really appreciate it) and was trying not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr perhaps crying's not a bad thing. okay, apart from the fact that it smudges make-up haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i shall get over it. but well done 303 dancers! :D proud of you guys! WE MADE IT AND IT IS STILL A MIRACLE THAT WE GOT THROUGH! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racial harmony was quite fun i suppose. the food the school got for us was quite good (especially the mai ya tang and the bazhang! :D). bah. looking at the sec fours today at the competition just going all out to do their best, esp 408 who repeatedly practised in the ks chee theatre until i got pretty sick of their song, but they were good anyhow and totally should have won cause they wanted it relaly REALLY REALLY badly (susan i guess the sheep helped eh? ;) ), it suddenly came back to me that OMG SEC 3 IS COMING TO AN END!! soon, actually but PTs just drag time so, so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr i guess i will be sad to leave rgs. of course, NO ONE would be sad to leave tanhainee ( and i DON'T CARE whether she sees this cause perhaps, just perhaps she'll FINALLY have an inkling that people actually..... HATE HER :O) but i think i have alot of regrets left in rgs. but hey, it was fun, it still is and imma make the most out of my remaining time! GOOOO SPIRIT SQUAD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i think i really have alot of regrets la. but i don't realyl want it to be that way. maybe i just get on with my life the way i think it should be without realising that i'm totally screwing myself up. that's the way life is i suppose. it's seldom that i have such... deep thinking in what i do cause half the time i just go out there and do what i want (which really isn't a goof thing at all ) and i and impulisve and do shitty stuff without thinking first. but maybe life is too short for regrets anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so annoying when people just tell you to be.. &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. and then you ARE. and THEN they expect you to change for their sake, for their happiness, for their cause. what for? don't we live for ourselves and live to please ourselves, selfish as it may be. but i think that people are mostly fundamentally selfish, no matter what you say. perhaps it shouldn't be this way, maybe it ISN'T at all and i'm just spewing nonsense here. but think about it, couldn't it be... possibly... true, just one inkling of truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar. i am conflicted. i kind of cannot wait till a certain teacher leaves, but then again she relaly isn't that bad, just boring. but that's not a crime cause she can't help it anyway. i saw the guy that possibly is replacing her. NOT teezee material i must say. hope he's nice anyway, oh well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe tomorrow it'll change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115348862743310263?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115348862743310263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115348862743310263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115348862743310263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115348862743310263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-we-didnt-win.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115340114350855779</id><published>2006-07-20T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:12:23.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY i am finally blogging! i think blooging has become such a chore for me already! rar. NO this cannot be the way, i shall update you on my interesting life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such an eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe was first block. it was the most fun pe lesson ever and this time i'm really not being sarcastic. but who can blame your skeptism? after all, PE and fun, just DON'T go together eh? i really can't stand tan hai nee anymore. i'm going to go to the sickbay during PE whenever i have the chance. as ISA would say, thn is like SARS, you never know when she will strike. and the times she's ahppy, she's probably ovulating, then after that she'll pms. unpredictable indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was mind-boggling as usual. but i am pleased to say that it is the only subject in which i persist to take notes in. i think nina chun should be very honoured (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics is PURE boring i tell you. i even resort to putting a rubberband on my wrist and snapping it whenever i think i'm going to fall asleep. painful, yes, but EFFECTIVE (: said method is also suitable for english. and social studies, while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laoshi was being very annoying today and refused to let us go off for lunch early. but she let us eat in class while practising dance! so i guess i can... forgive her... (:&lt;br /&gt;drilled dance today. jerk bodywave still isn't very good but who cares. people probably won't even notice it anyway. :D i hope, that is. tomorrow's the RHD dance competition! 303's going to SHINE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shokshok scolded us again during ss. she is forever being emo and talking to us about our negativity during ss. o.O and she makes us STAND while she lectures us. i wouldn't mind her lecture if i were sitting down. then she can scold me for one hour i wont care. take up time also. she's super emo la, i wonder if she's married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math is cool man. COOLIO jason (Y). but i think i lose alot of hair during math. cause i always make some careless mistake and proceed to tear my hair out. no wonder i'm balding eh? ok i'm KIDDING and no, i'm not thinning at the top (HOOOOO alliteration!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, charm and i got pangsehed by the rest, so we went to dhoby ghaut to have PASTAMANIA (student discount &lt;33!) at PS. then we went to.. guess where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE INDIA to get pottus and tattoos :D walking through that place is sheer torture i tell you. the smeels of curry powder, coconut and goodness knows what fill the air. and weird looking pigeons are EVERY WHERE and communication is a problem despite my apparent fluency in the native language :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we managed to half the price of the tattoo ok! :D quite pro eh? :D dancers you better thank us for taking the trouble! it's pretty hokay, the tattoos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall go and get the ribbons for RHD now. nothing much to do online. hope that SOMEBODY reads this post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, GO 303! :D SHINE ON! :)))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115340114350855779?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115340114350855779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115340114350855779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115340114350855779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115340114350855779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-i-am-finally-blogging-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115306300893539462</id><published>2006-07-16T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:16:49.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAA take a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you do with 365 used condoms?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MELT THEM ALL DOWN, AND USE THE RUBBER TO MAKE TYRES, AND THEN CALL IT GOODYEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.goodyearassurance.com/html/images/goodyear_08.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH OMG I THINK ITS SO FUNNY!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough entertainment value for one day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115306300893539462?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115306300893539462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115306300893539462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115306300893539462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115306300893539462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hahahahahahaa-take-look-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115288741772229838</id><published>2006-07-14T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:30:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BIOLOGY IS OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. okay before i start on my hard gay frenzy again i will attempt to blog properly. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our RHD dance is going quite well, i must say. we stay back every other day to practise liek some sai. (some people that is ). i can tell most of us are putting in alot of effort and that we really really really want to win this thing. yes GO 303!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now 303 is currently stuck in this war with a certain other class. even though actually, i REALLY have no idea why. i don't see why anyone in 303 has any reason to flame them. we can just do all the talking with the dance. and we ain't got so much time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hope it blows over soon. it's so DUMB to be stuck in a war (that we didnt start or participate in) over something as trivial as RACIAL HARMONY DANCE o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that i've been watching the show. over and over again. it's damn hilarious. duck and turtle ritual (Y) i like that, I LIKE THAT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115288741772229838?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115288741772229838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115288741772229838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115288741772229838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115288741772229838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/biology-is-overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115271229120251328</id><published>2006-07-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:51:31.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how i wish we were one of the first groups to present bio pt ):&lt;br /&gt;then i wouldn't be so worried / depressed / idiotic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rar. tomorrow will be the end of my pain. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. RHD dance is getting on rather well. except that we're having conflicts with a certain other class though i have no idea why. aiya nvm i think it'll work out in the end. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national swim meet was SO SO SO fun. my first time leading cheers, and it was so memorable and enjoyable. i could really feel the tension during the races and the enthusiasm during the cheers. perhaps because i was stnading among the prefects cheering and the rest of the crowd were like.. dead. i guess they just came for the activity? ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i'm so proud of raffles! we won 5 out of 6 of the awards. just a few more points we could have gotten clean sweep. but we did our best GOOO RAFFLES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i better get started on bio indiv. tomorrow presenting. ZOMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115271229120251328?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115271229120251328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115271229120251328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115271229120251328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115271229120251328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-i-wish-we-were-one-of-first-groups.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115245567707714299</id><published>2006-07-09T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:34:37.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>biology drives me man. honestly. i am now an inspiring biologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE REAL LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology drives me up the WALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i googled "effects of dietary fibre" and this is what i get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','8','')" href="http://www.reproduction-online.org/cgi/content/abstract/97/2/569"&gt;Effects of dietary fibre on faecal steroid measurements in baboons ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correspondence between blood and faecal progestogens was consistently greatest and the effect of dietary fibre least when faecal progestogens were expressed ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115245567707714299?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115245567707714299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115245567707714299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115245567707714299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115245567707714299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/biology-drives-me-man.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115236580285840515</id><published>2006-07-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:45:47.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am SO addicted to the RHD soundtrack, i have no idea why :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIO is getitng on my nerves. ms excel just WON'T cooperate with me i tell you. it's so freaking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, I LIKE SURDS. and jason ng is finally back, AT LONG LAST! he's so gay la, but he's damn nice and damn "cute" and FUNNY! he's a father! boy, i bet his daughter's gonna be sucha math genius in future. and he's so excited to be a father, it's AMUSING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, MY TAYZHIYONG LEFT ALREADY! AHHHHHHH. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. that means mrs &lt;s&gt;poh&lt;/s&gt; TEO is coming back. (gosh i must really get used to mrs TEO and not POH. MRSTEOMRSTEOMRSPOHPOHPOHPOHPOH.) can't she just go have another baby an go on ETERNAL leave then we can have tayzhiyong! EYE CANDY, and better teacher than her =&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway progress reports are back. Headquarters nearly flipped when they saw it. my gpa is languishing at a desolute (iwon'ttellyou). AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the comments are super funny la. i shall type them out. comic relief, of course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;english ; ms cheryl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiwen is &lt;strong&gt;teachable&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;kind-natured&lt;/strong&gt;, although at times &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;boisterous&lt;/span&gt;. She should strive to be more meticulous in her work and read widely, especially about current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- read widely? I DO! the newspapers are WIDE. and i believe gossip is somewhat a "current affair" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;chinese ; huanglaolao.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiwen is an &lt;strong&gt;attentive&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;responsive&lt;/strong&gt; pupil who needs to read more widely about current affairs to improve her language competency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet they CHUAN4 TONG1 to tell me to read more widely -.- SHEESH. see! my mandarin is perfectly fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mathematics ; mr jason ng&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiwen needs to learn how to manage her viewpoints tactfully and to be open to different perspectives in solving problems. She could learn more to improve on her precision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D ok he's frank. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;social studies ; GIRLS.. SHHH!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiwen strives to optimise her strengths and is open to opportunities to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet she wrote the entire class' comments in 20 min la. so short and so WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;geography ; ms fooling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiwen has shown an understanding of the basic geographical concepts but she needs to be more focused in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;biology ; patrick lim&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiwen is capable of doing better. with better concept mastery and proactive learning, she can expect better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i dont even know if that's a compliment or crticism. oh well, maybe its just a &lt;em&gt;comment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;chemistry ; ms nina chuntiandaolai&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiwen is a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRIGHT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;student. she &lt;strong&gt;puts in effort in the subject.&lt;/strong&gt; she will benefit by participating more actively in class discussions. she has potential to do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah when i decide that i don't need food to keep me awake, granted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PHYSICS ; MY TEEZEE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a very ENERGETIC and FULOVING student. huiwen &lt;/strong&gt;(omg he knows my nameeeee)&lt;strong&gt; might need to &lt;/strong&gt;exercise more selfdiscipline at times during lessons &lt;strong&gt;but she has proven to be a keen learner!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY TEEZEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CLE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiwen is independent-minded, HELPFUL and bubbly. she searches for a clear purpose before pursuing an activity. she should strive to develop a keener sense of self-awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where'd they get THAT idea from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok resolutions for this term DONT FALL ASLEEP IN ENGLISH AND SOCIAL STUDIES NO MATTER HOW BORING IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115236580285840515?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115236580285840515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115236580285840515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115236580285840515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115236580285840515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-so-addicted-to-rhd-soundtrack-i.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115227696663625534</id><published>2006-07-07T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:56:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE GOT IN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE GOT IN WE GOT IN WE GOT IN WE GOT IN WE GOT IN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever said miracles couldn't happen and that we were "100% out", "out of the league" and "0% chance of getting in", HAHA, IN YOUR FACE, CYNIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayers do get answered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the announcement today was so anti-climax. "301,303,305......... got in for the racial harmony dance". and amongst the 303ers you could hear a "OMG" in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we're either SUPER talented or SUPER lucky. i think it's a little of both. considering that we choreographed the whole dance 1 day before the auditions. NOT BAD RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so watch out, rgs, 303's gonna blow you away. we already started practising leh. that's like, how enthu! and we better win something. my thighs aren't aching for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooooooooooooooooo! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115227696663625534?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115227696663625534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115227696663625534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115227696663625534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115227696663625534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-got-in.html' title='WE GOT IN!'/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115209413672377869</id><published>2006-07-05T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:08:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY THIGHS ARE ACHING LIKE SOME CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing is really super tiring and hard on the legs. ok that's when you don't stretch, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the auditions. our theme like, pwns the rest la. but then our performance was super short and all four of us forgot the kick and jelly fish part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. never mind. miracles can happen. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deleted the previous post. that was some emo shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115209413672377869?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115209413672377869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115209413672377869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115209413672377869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115209413672377869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-thighs-are-aching-like-some-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115202363366866574</id><published>2006-07-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:33:54.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM BACK WORX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok photos next entry. i shall blog about my day. math, aiya, minus one mark already la never reduce to simplest form. how stupid can i get -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but other than that, the day was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiao taught us chinese dance today. not bad. but it was our first time learning and the auditions are tomorrow. i think it'll take a miracle for us to get in. but then again, miracles happens. and WE CAN CREATE THAT MIRACLE. GO 303!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiphop is freaking crazy. my ankle is screwed i cant squat properly cant do the second move properly. but then again i can't freaking dance for nuts. -.- ballet. didn't do me no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ok im sian alr. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115202363366866574?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115202363366866574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115202363366866574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115202363366866574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115202363366866574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-back-worx-ok-photos-next-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115168093599164059</id><published>2006-06-30T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:22:16.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i shall be scooting off to genting for my vacation! :D DONT MISS ME OKAY? though i know you will. awww. i'll be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, by the way, any one wanna watch pirates of the caribbean on 12 july, i got one other free ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone want, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL BLOG ABOUT TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly got caught eating. but i wasn't eating, ninachun just saw the food. SO I DIDN'T GET BOOKED. there was spotcheck today too! but the headprefect candidates all scared they book then get less votes :D I DIDN'T GET BOOKED! i wouldn't have gotten booked anyway. i mean, it's ME leh. and i'm like, how guai! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congress leh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl wasn't here, the class so quiet ): HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU CHERYL, SEE YOU ON TUESDAY! RINGABELLRINGABELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i sian alr, byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115168093599164059?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115168093599164059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115168093599164059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115168093599164059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115168093599164059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-d-tomorrow-i-shall-be-scooting.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115158609985548496</id><published>2006-06-29T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:01:40.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have decided to blog again. so if you are really bored and happened to chance upon my blog, you are in luck today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be a saint, honestly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the end of the first week of school. fast huh. soon we're all gonna be sec 4s graduating and leaving for RJC (oh, the pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but that's waaaaay ahead, i will not think so far. otherwise i die before that then good game :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway school hasn't really been interesting, after all, how interesting can school get, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping has resumed man. today i fell asleep in social studies. hey, you couldn't blame me larh, limshokhoon....... i mean. SERIOUSLY. anyone who has been in her class will know that it is an immense challenge to stay awake in class. especially since she enjoys repeating herself for godknowshowmany times about topics that have been learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, MOVE ON. STOP harping on it. this is why i didn't take history :D and mslim is especially fond of going "girls.... SHHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and punctuating her sentences with SHHH and futile attempts to get the class to SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never ever work, hence "futile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but up and ocming is a subject that is on par with social studies on the BOOOOORRING scale. you guessed it, career guidance. mr tay, i must say, has extremely high tolerance for noisy and inattentive girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, who was listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i think the only person in need of career guidance is HIMSELF.&lt;br /&gt;well, look where he ended up! IN RGS, telling everyone there that if they didn't want to end up like himself, they should listen attentively in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the entire lesson spinning on my swivel chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got really giddy. one piece od advice: don't do that. you'll feel like puking after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115158609985548496?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115158609985548496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115158609985548496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115158609985548496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115158609985548496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-decided-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115133744597890405</id><published>2006-06-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:00:35.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say it didn't really get off to a right start. firstly, i was tossing and turning in bed (don't ask me why) perhaps i was... EXCITED? (you don't say) went to bed quite early. like at, 12.45? and ended up sleeping at 2 something. sheesh. can never find a comfortable position on my bed. and then i missed my &lt;3mpty train by a few seconds and had to stand in a stinky train from tanah merah to city hall. because this man didn't know he stunk and had his armpits freely aired. and you know, the train moves. ahd moving air causes wind. and diffusion is sped up by wind so... GASMASK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love going off on tangents. speaking of tangents, i had maths retest today. which i might say, was a total and complete flop. i was panicking and scrunching paper up and throwing them around even waiky was scared. and if waiky is scared, that's saying something. :D but if all goes well, i should be able to pass :) maths retest only lah, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was rather fun, considering mr ng was in a good mood, mr lim was ON MC, miss foo was having the monday blues (which mean slack blocks involving taboo cards and geog quizzes), huanglaoshi who has her ways of making chinese lessons fun, slack yet educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally deserve applause for praising the teachers, or saying anything other than expletives about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know me, i am, rather stingy with my compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM IN A GOODMOOD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, ringabell and i went to plaza sing for our holy communion! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you we are the weirdest people around. armed with a bottle of kickapoojoyjuice, and 4 packets of bento, we plonked ourselves down on a bench and started torturing ourselves with the madly spicy gourmet. :D yes, gourmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate until tears nearly fell. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh on the bus, there was this lunatic. who was madly playing with a calculator (crazy, i know! CALCULATORS ARE MEANT FOR TANGENTS!) and flinging his hand and thrusting in front of random strangers. then he starting yawning, LOUDLY. like, REALLY LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly choked on my laughter while desperately trying to keep it in. sounded strangely like some mating call, actually -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lunatic's mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stares at geog-&lt;br /&gt;am trying desperately to mug. but it's just not working out! I SENSE IMPENDING DOOM.&lt;br /&gt;TESTSTESTSTESTS.PTPTPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BRAISE MYSELF FOR THE WORST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pun intended by the way, macey) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115133744597890405?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115133744597890405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115133744597890405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115133744597890405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115133744597890405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115070837990165368</id><published>2006-06-19T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:13:00.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH I SPRAINED MY ANKLE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes jerryca I WANNA FOLLOW IN YOUR FOOTSTEPS AND BE SOME PRO SHIT, BUT THIS IS NOT THE WAYYY ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wz pass your suayness to me rightt. shit. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHARGHARGH WTF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115070837990165368?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115070837990165368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115070837990165368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115070837990165368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115070837990165368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/06/argh-i-sprained-my-ankle-again.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115046585323629229</id><published>2006-06-16T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:50:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am SO FREAKING TIRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why? cause i do really retarded things, for example, COMPETING TO SEE WHO PENGSAN LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won of course, won samuel by 2 mins (: slept at 6.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snoozed until 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I MADE IT TO TRAINING AND SURVIVED! IM FREAKING IMBA I TELL YOU :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115046585323629229?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115046585323629229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115046585323629229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115046585323629229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115046585323629229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-so-freaking-tired-and-why-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-115018235200226682</id><published>2006-06-13T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:08:04.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;44%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;personality&lt;/a&gt; tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stability results were medium which suggests you are moderately relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orderliness results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion results were high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;br /&gt;messy, outgoing, open, self revealing, ambivalent about chaos, unpredictable, not good at saving money, social, likes large parties, likes to stand out, risk taker, quick to make friends, does not like to be alone, rash, fame seeking, sarcastic, craves attention, social chameleon, low self control, food lover, not rule conscious, weird, assertive, not a perfectionist, anti-authority, thrill seeker, vain, likes to fit in, reckless, emotionally sensitive, leisurely, trusting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-115018235200226682?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/115018235200226682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=115018235200226682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115018235200226682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/115018235200226682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/06/advanced-global-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114995535087093986</id><published>2006-06-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:03:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to blogging again! i still miss milo ): but life goes on, i can't wait for next year already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up SUPPERRR EARLY. like at 9.30! okay, for hte holidays it IS early okay so bug off. and naturally i was late for the ripple effect meeting at 10.30. never mind that, cause i couldn't find the atrium ANYWAY. ri should really invest in some nice big signboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the meeting was, no offence, an absolute waste of time. basically all i did was sit around pumping balloons and screaming whenever one burst, and i STILL dont know haw to twist a flower, KANASAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that doesnt really matter. went for lunch at j8 and then went to UCSC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zeslene was there. and a certain someone was happy about it :D played karwai for the 4th time. and lost. but i guess i kinda improved. yes, now you know how much i suck so just screw off already! but i kinda improved, so i'm happy! (: BUG OFF KILLJOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next time that fatso haolians i'm gonna glare at him he'll wish his dad and mum never met. AND YOU STUPID SHRIMP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that so didnt make sense to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kallang after that to watch some matches. won't go into detail la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helmetboy HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random lah okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with zeslene daryl and candice at kfc! (: omg the chicken is SO, SO good.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then halfway through our dinner. CHICKY CAME OUT. yes, that stupid oversized chicken. and they were doing the... GUESS WHATT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er wow innovative (: and all the kids. zomg, i dont think iw as that excited over a giant animal when i was young -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice long long talk with candice on the way back! &lt;3 that girl :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;seldom do i talk to seniors so much okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milo rocks, made us all so close hee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im incoherent already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114995535087093986?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114995535087093986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114995535087093986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114995535087093986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114995535087093986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hoohoo-back-to-blogging-again-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114960547983237641</id><published>2006-06-06T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:30:53.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MILO TRIP! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO ALL MY ADORING BLOG READERS! (: I have come to cure you of withdrawal symptoms of not reading my satirical humour for days, though suffering from withdrawal symptoms myself. I am, indeed, noble, am I not? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, by the way, if you’re wondering why I’m typing in such properly capitalized language, that is because I am using MS word, in fear that a stupid computer screw up might rob me of my long blog post. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I AM SUFFERING FROM POST-MILO DEPRESSION! As is all of the other participants, anyway. I shall attempt to give you a blow-by-blow recount of the whole trip, as far as my limited memory span would take me. And yes, it is going to be a long blog post. Do, grab something to eat in the meantime won’t you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY ONE &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day one was a complete waste of time, actually. But it was the start of many uh, bee-you-ti-ful friendships, no?&lt;br /&gt;the entire day was spent on 2 buses. One of which smelt really bad and we were glad to trade at Malaysia customs for a more comfortable one with no odour and a television! (: Basically the whole day we were holding our bladders and then stopping at a really dirty toilet where we’d either continue to hold our bladder or proceed to wash the toilet before using it. Yes, one must master the art of hover pissing when in Malaysia. Unless you’re a Malaysian of course, then you probably don’t need to, either that or you’re used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I hate about Malaysia is the HEAT and the FLIES. Zomg you can just die of either of them when exposed to each for 10 minutes. But apart from that, the food is rather good, though not as hygienic as in Singapore. But clean food’s not that tasty anyway. I DON’T want to think why. Ignorance can be bliss sometimes. Anyway, Da Vinci Code was playing in the bus, but it was too soft I couldn’t really hear. And besides, I kind of forgot the story line so sound was really important. Geez. I am GOING TO sneak in man. ONE DAY. Anyway, the bus ride was jus really typical la. Shared a plate of rice with 2 fish and half a salted egg with Candice if I’m not wrong. Yes. I think that was how it was. The whole day was spent either eating or curling up in the bus seat listening to music. A blatant waste of time, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long and arduous journey, we finally reached the hotel armada. The rooms were of a respectable size and the toilet was NICE (: basically, I was happy with everything about the room, except my ROOM-mate. No prizes for guessing why. You’ll get that in major detail later on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the opening ceremony for the milo competition. It was a COMPLETE and ABSOLUTE waste of time. Basically we sat around for more than an hour just sloshing down many cups of diluted orange juice and playing stupid stupid games like hamburger and kfc. Hahaha. Such memories. I’ll never forget it man.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after we got really fed up with sitting around for such a long while, we not-so-discreetly went off to eat dinner. Walked a really long while to some ulu mall where we ate at macdonalds. That was super climax lah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I remember spending a really long time explaining to the macs person that I wanted a small porridge. The 3.20RM one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg. I am really damn random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back to the hotel I suddenly remembered that the sec 2s were alone! I am SUCH a caring senior right? And luckily I remembered lah, they were kind of… lost? Haha yeah. That was bad. Should never do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the meeting and went back to bathe. Then when I was trying to sleep, my ROOMmate was making a lot of noise. NO PROZES FOR GUESSING what kind of noise. The kind that you make in your sleep. You know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went over the linked room, which happened to be Jerryca’s, and luckily for me, Nicole went to study in another room, so I had the bed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY TWO &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up super SUPER early for breakfast. Couldn’t really see properly cause I didn’t put my contacts in and I stupidly forgot to bring my spectacles. What a screw-up.&lt;br /&gt;The hotel food was not bad, I must say. Sat there eating for a long time before going up to bathe and prepare for my match, which I forgot what time it was.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that day was the day of the first match. And I was super LUCKY to meet a seeded Japanese player la. GGXX. Got thrashed like crazy. Only managed to get 3 points off her and a lot of handouts. But never mind. She’s seeded. So whatever. And she’ SO CUTE OKAY! She asked me to take a picture with her! I know I totally look gross in the picture la but its COOL! (:&lt;br /&gt;Cool right. International friendships. PWNZ J00 la. Yes you, talking to your teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t really remember what I spent doing the rest of the day. Hmm. I think I spent it in Jerryca’s room playing cards or something. That’s my short-term memory for you man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not wrong, that was one of the 3 days I slept in my own room amidst the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY THREE &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at an extremely ungodly hour. Had the same breakfast and then went to Astaka courts for my game. Yes. The stupid girl that I was supposed to play very smartly ‘lost to me in the mental battle’ (as James hill might say) which in other words gave me a bloody walkover and made me wake up for nothing. Zomg. WHAT an idiot. But in any case, that meant I walked straight to the next round (:&lt;br /&gt;AND the next round was that very same day, at 5 pm. Of course, went back to the hotel. Crapped around for a while, i think I ate honey stars or something but I can’t really remember so too bad if you’re really kaypoh about my boring life.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as I was saying. I returned to the courts once more that day. Worrying like crazy that I wouldn’t be able to win my opponent. Yes, given my talent in squash, which is pretty much non-existent, I sure have reason to worry.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, my match was at 5. But at 6, my opponent was still nowhere to be seen, and the STUPID SCREWED UP MANAGEMENT didn’t do anything and they thought my match was over. &lt;b&gt;NUMBSKULLS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only at 6.15 did they finally tell me that I have a walkover. Which is really dumb cause I could have gotten the walkover a whole hour earlier. Geez, really, the world will never run out of stupid people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the rest of the people to be ready, then we went to Mid Valley I think. The initial plan was to watch a movie, but we spent so long in the freezing cold waiting for a bludy cab that we lost all our enthusiasm. Besides, not everyone was there. So we just went to eat and shop at mid valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pet shop was cool man. But I still don’t understand who’d want a huge iguana as a pet. I’ll probably scare myself half to death if that creature was in my house. If you MUST know, I screamed when I rapped the glass and the reptile moved. And it’s HUGEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a humble dinner at the food court. One piece of advice for you. When in Malaysia, do NOT watch people when they’re preparing your food. Chances are, you’ll see something you shouldn’t and that’ll totally screw your appetite up. I know, cause I tried. So take it from me man.&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of advice for you. Don’t offer others your food unless&lt;br /&gt;1) You really really mean it&lt;br /&gt;2) You’re sure the person will reject&lt;br /&gt;3) You wont spend days whining about how that person stole your jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINT, MARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup went back to the hotel again. Played cards I think, in some room that I happen to have forgotten thanks to my selective memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH RULES FOR PLAYING DAIDEE&lt;br /&gt;1) patience is the way to win (jerryca)&lt;br /&gt;2) DON’T HOLD BACK! (mark)&lt;br /&gt;3) Don’t throw all your DEEs down at the same time&lt;br /&gt;4) Don’t end with a small card&lt;br /&gt;5) If you can’t win, aim not to be last (jerryca)&lt;br /&gt;6) If you know you can’t win, disrupt the play (daryl)&lt;br /&gt;7) Play to circumstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow those rules, confirm win one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don’t remember if I slept in my own room. Whoops! But you can’t really blame me, can you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I made the stupidest mistake I ever did in my whole life. I stupidly read the wrong column for my match time and I thought it was at 5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;And what time was it actually? 10.50&lt;br /&gt;What time did I wake up? 10.30&lt;br /&gt;GGXX. Susan called me and I nearly died of a heart attack man! I rushed like crap and reached Astaka 5 min before my stipulated match time. But the thing was, I wasn’t even awake. Yeah, so expectedly, I lost larh. But never mind I guess? We should uh, learn from our mistakes, shouldn’t we? (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wouldn’t have won. The girl could do a split while playing squash. Am I supposed to be able to beat that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hotel to bathe and crap around after that. If I’m not wrong, we went to mid valley to watch x men 3! (: NICE MOVIE everyone should go watch it. But got a lot of gross gross kissing scenes and jean grey looks like EMILY ROSE wtf scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we sat down dunno how long in the cinema after the show to watch the part after the credits. They said it was around ten minutes. THAT WAS A MYTH. It lasted 2 seconds, bloody hell! I suppose there’d were an x men 4 coming out. Haha. Hopefully the UCSC people have an outing or something, that’d be quite cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping after that. Was actually hoping to get a pair of decent shoes cause my once-trusty sandals happened to have failed me in a most untimely situation. DARN! I had to drag my feet wherever I went after that. So UNGLAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole night playing daidee again. At least, that’s what I think happened. Hahaha. Sheesh, I’ve really bad memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY FIVE &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got woken up by housekeeping, both unfortunately and fortunately. Otherwise I’d have been super super late!&lt;br /&gt;All of us went to some dingy club to play squash among ourselves. The court was like crap and the only cool thing about it was that it could be moved to form a doubles court. JUST BUILD ONE ALREADY -.-&lt;br /&gt;But the courts there really sucked la. I was doing my backhand shots. And given my innate talent which is yes, nonexistent, I hit the ball out and it got STUCK. THERE. UP THERE.&lt;br /&gt;So Samuel suggested that I throw my shoe up there to get it down. Okay, so I did. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;MY SHOE GOT STUCK UP THERE AND THE BALL CAME DOWN! So I had to throw my other shoe up to get it down. Thankfully, it didn’t get stuck up there. But I reiterate my point. The courts suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a really boring day. We started playing daidee cause it was absolutely BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got really pist off with ROOMmate. She purposely did things to spite me hokay! How MEAN is that?!! Hoho, look who’s talking man :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, we went to the all 4 sides glass courts. Which was really cool, but a little bit inconvenient, cause you absolutely cannot hit the ball out, or you’d have to go search for the stupid ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ITSSOCOOLING boy pissed me off and I couldn’t take it. But after that the whole day I was laughing at the ridiculous things he did. Haha. Okay that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, spent the whole night playing daidee and polar bear. Whoa those 2 games are like OWNAGE la seriously. It’s just super fun to sabo people! And it think the UCSC people are really really funky. I mean, we can go without sleep for a really long time albeit getting screwed in the morning. But its cool anyway. We went out in the middle of the night to get a ramly burger and buy groceries. I swear that ramly burger is the tastiest thing you’d ever put in your mouth and everyone should go try it. Again, don’t look at what the guy does to your burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn and I decided to be boliao and go to every single level of the hotel to walk around. Took us over an hour to complete the whole hotel. We realized that the painting are super repeated larh. They just put the painting there fore fun only. And the paintings weren’t even nice. All about ships and water one. No creativity! Then we went to Shawn’s room and put a blanket over Samuel to jack him. HAHAH (: should have seen his face in the morning man. Then Shawn came over to hear the noises that ROOMMIE made. Oops? =&lt;br /&gt;All of us ended up squeezing into Mark’s room anyway. It was amazing how so many guys and girls can fit into one small room and still be reasonably comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY SIX&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to some other dingy club to play friendlies with people. I played damn terribly la. Actually I couldn’t really be bothered. Darn, my match attitude is terrible, I should reflect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sit on a swing after that. Just realized it’s been quite a while since I last sat on a swing! Had a horrid lunch that I stupidly paid RM21 for! So jacked la. Should have eaten more ice cream or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went back to the hotel to bathe. Gave the finals a miss. After all, no one I knew was playing. So there was no point. We went out to Sunway Pyramid after that. It’s been a really really long time since I last skated so the experience was cool. It’s like I knew how to skate, but I didn’t know how to skate. Okay that didn’t make sense at all. Jerryca, Gabriel and Mabel learnt to skate that day and they were quite okay at it. Mabel Li was CHICKEN and sat it out! Haha! Fell down once, not because I was clumsy, but someone PUSHED me down and I was so pissed with the guy. Then I got so paranoid I screamed when anyone came too near. And another thing. ROOMIE WAS PRO. Like zomg. Surprise surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for dinner! Ate at Manhattan’s Fish Market! Couldn’t finish my food but had a super nice drink and I realize I’m giving unnecessary details and this is a very long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hotel for the meeting. After the meeting, we went back to our own rooms and arranged to meet. Only that, there was one problem. ROOMIE was stationed at the 20th floor lift lobby in case we went to Mark’s room, and in case Mark came down. So she’d know where we were and she’d follow! SO SCHEMING RIGHT! But you can’t deny that’s quite a good strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through a really long process before we ended up at….. Samuel’s room, then Susan’s room. Spent quite a while laughing at Jerryca’s screw up. (hoho rare, no?) before we started playing daidee again. And we found that ROOMIE went to play daidee with Shaun, Timothy and those people lah. Haha. Oh well, at least she fit right in (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched white chicks, which Candice slept right through. Totally love that show man. And the uscs people are just so darn funny it just adds on to the fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered room service, which took a really really long time to come. But the food was good and we didn’t even drink much of the water anyway. Oops? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY SEVEN &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep only at around 6.30 and woke up at 10. amazing how I managed to stay awake for most of the day until we were reaching Singapore, then I pengsaned in the bus. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Checked out at 12.30 and took the bus to the adidas warehouse, bought 2 shirts and a nike jacket! (: and an ipod holder which was NICE! And CHEAP, not to mention (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played daidee on the bus all the way back until we were sian then we just started talking and some of us started sleeping. It was kind of sad to have the realization sink in that the trip was OVER ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup reached Newton at 9 something, then we just went off la ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUOTABLE QUOTES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你给我一大跳!”&lt;br /&gt;“I SCREWED UP!” *muffled scream*&lt;br /&gt;“SPASTIC NUMBER ONE!”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to listen to what he says and repeat it over and over again”&lt;br /&gt;“JaMAica’s going to WEIN!”&lt;br /&gt;“Eh I realized something! All the girls are from Raffles and all the guys are from ACS!” “EHH!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a last piece of advice: If you want to save your phone bill, DON’T get acquainted with the pizza guy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last words! THANKS TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO MADE MY TRIP AN UNFORGETTABLE ONE! SUSAN CANDICE MABEL ZESLENE JERRYCA NICOLE SHAWN DARYL MARK GABRIEL SAMUEL ALEX NOT FORGETTING J&amp;amp;TSOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, who can forget ROOMIE who, in contrast with the rest, made them seem so perfect. i shall proceed to give you a taste of her medicine (:&lt;br /&gt;firstly, mark wants to testify that she is actually a MUTANT! CLASS 5! and her power, watch this, is to LOCATE THE MOUTH OF TRUTH, A TRUE TOURIST ATTRACTION. Mark, having had first hand experience has given &lt;a href="http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com"&gt;http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; the full account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh Mark remember that mouth of truth thing u were talking about yesterday? today i found it leh! its near this shop with glass walls and manakins inside.. there are actually two u know.. one on each end of the level... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoken like a true mutant, i say (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she has the amazing power to piss people off as and when she wishes. Even EFFORTLESS, you know!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, even when a little girl takes your things. you scold her? ok wait. it's perfectly alright to scold. i mean, just look at what i do to my sisters man. but perhaps, she could be a little more... consistent with her standards and don't only chide someone only a few times after that person's done it. that's like slapping your dog only a few times after it shits on your bed, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that. the innate power to avoid starving without having to buy her own food. that is pure talent, sheer sheer cunningness, i tell you. and it happens not only once! first the jelly, which deeply traumatized poor mark, but alex's and shawn's food wasn't let off either! with the powers of sheer shamelessness complete with persuasive eyes, trust me, YOU'D BETTER TAKE CARE OF YOUR FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, her skin is so thick that her powers are just like wolverine's, ONLY BETTER! HAHA! you see, wolverine can even heal bullet wounds! but HAHA ROOMIE IS SOMETHING BETTER! bullets will just BOUNCE OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall cease to be mean already. heehee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 milo trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114960547983237641?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114960547983237641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114960547983237641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114960547983237641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114960547983237641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/06/milo-trip-3.html' title='MILO TRIP! &lt;3'/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114889119879711940</id><published>2006-05-29T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:26:38.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i am so absobloodylutely bored, i shall entertain you other bored people out there. so se;f-sacrificial, see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll blog about myriad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually glad i went, cause the music was really quite good. even though i'm certain that rg can match up to their standards (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway. met jappy at tanah cause he just came from church, tehn we went to meet yingjie and chenhoon at city hall mrt. then jappy was feeling very left out and so he left in search of better company. yes, that was how it was. so we walked around. and walked more. and then we reached the esplande and we still couldn't find a florist. therefore hiok had no flowers. or a groupie anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm walked around aimlessly at the esplanade for VERRRY long. that place is really empty and boring, you know! such poor poor publicity. and the exorbitant prices. geez. you can't sit ANYWHERE without having to pay for smth lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the point. so we scrambled to our seats, which had VEEERYY little leg room and it was annoying. adn the concert hall was VEEERRRYYY empty that the entire row in front of us was vacant. good for me la, i take my pick of seats (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was the string ensemble. zomg they really blew me away la. i mean, it was liek SUPER synchronized, and SUPER nice and the music was like smooth and a pleasure to listen to la. AHH i wanna learn violin! hahaha. charm this reminds me of your correction tape thingay. but yeah anyway, all the string ensemble people looked CIVILIZED. like REEAALLY civilized. hahaha. that's cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was guitar. sorry to say but they weren't really in sync and it was really very soft lah. but the third song was quite good so yeah, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR. omg. that was the first time i heard an entire group of boys SING. and seriously, they can sing higher than me, it was so scary. but whoa, that was an experience man. BOYS SINGING LEH. IMAGINE THAT. but seriously, the choir was really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say about the harmonica troupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE ORCHESTRA. hahahaha woots WHAT UP COHUUZ! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah chinese orchestra was relatively good as well. hahah i never knew cheena music could sound so good. especially the second song. oohlala. OHOH ten me and yinjie were ogling at the hot guy standing right behind. then we keep staring. and then we realised that he wasn't doing ANYTHING.oh HOU but we were wrong. we were all like "OH HE'S SO HOT SO HOT" and then something PHENOMENAL happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he started shaking the maracas (however you spell it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg all his hotness dissipated at that instant la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wasted ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RI's military band was rather small. either that or not all of them performed. but its was good, as usual. after all how wrong can a band get, right? okay i take that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the finale was funny. basically while the choir boys were belting out a CHILDREN'S SONG, i was shivering with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114889119879711940?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114889119879711940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114889119879711940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114889119879711940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114889119879711940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/since-i-am-so-absobloodylutely-bored-i.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114871108831116888</id><published>2006-05-27T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T14:24:48.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tell you, me charm and cheryl are the killer combination man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and charm crap like SAISAISAI during math class and subsequently piss the math teacher (whoever it may be that's teaching us) off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna be notorious like siao by the end of this year man&lt;strong&gt;z&lt;/strong&gt;! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view cheryl's blog for more details (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have yu ever had a day where you were just so pissed off at everything, and you just dont know why you're so pissed?&lt;br /&gt;and you get pissed off at things that should be pissed off at&lt;br /&gt;and you just find fault in the slightest things&lt;br /&gt;and then you pissed with yourself for getting pissed at things that you shouldnt get pissed at&lt;br /&gt;and then you think you're such a pissed off person that you get even more pissed off at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you just explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm not htat happpy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i was just having a bad day lah (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114871108831116888?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114871108831116888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114871108831116888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114871108831116888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114871108831116888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-tell-you-me-charm-and-cheryl-are.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114837973945214368</id><published>2006-05-23T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:22:19.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahlao, COOL! my face is gonna appear in the rg yearbook FOUR TIMES :D heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay never mind. i practised similing for 2 days, smiling at anything and anyone i see (even at the stain on the cafeteria table) and i STILL cant smile properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a tragedy. okay now excuse me while i mug chem (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114837973945214368?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114837973945214368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114837973945214368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114837973945214368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114837973945214368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/wahlao-cool-my-face-is-gonna-appear-in.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114823492553257231</id><published>2006-05-22T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T02:08:45.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you may think that what i'm doing is dumb, stupid and so unlike me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some even say "you look like you don't care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soem may even laugh at me for trying so desperately to get involved in school activities.&lt;br /&gt;and for that, mock, laugh and despise me just cause i choose to do things that YOU don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead, i say, laugh all you want. but in the future, what have you got to look back upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time, i'm gonna have all the shit memories of me screwing up about what i did and going "man that was fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wil have the last laugh when i say it in your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i did the unbelievable"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114823492553257231?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114823492553257231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114823492553257231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114823492553257231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114823492553257231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-may-think-that-what-im-doing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114813909280028716</id><published>2006-05-20T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:33:20.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I INTERRUPT THE NORMAL, MUNDANE, BORING BLOG POST TO BRING YOU NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d4/limesface/SPIRITSQUAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="508" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d4/limesface/SPIRITSQUAD.jpg" width="567" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK TO ENLARGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kwno the look on your face now. "IT'S IMPOSSIBLE" "NO WAY"&lt;br /&gt;but YES my dears, it's true. and I PWN YOU :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when and if i DO lead in cheers. PLEASE don't laugh and cooperate kay! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;this is fun! AND FUNNY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the next competition is GOLF, and who cheers at GOLF anyway uh? i don't even understand the game in the first place man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never midn that is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall proceed with the report of my absolute gluttony within these two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost the entire rgsquash team skipped lunch (except a packet of milo) to save our stomachs :D&lt;br /&gt;therefore training was very very tiring and we were all hungry hungry hippos after training. especially since me and chelz were doing stupid stupid exercises that warranted us a "do it properly lah!" from msneo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yes, back to the part about being hungry. took a bus down to heeren, stoned around for a whiel and then went to orchard shopping centre's SAKURA for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OFFICIALLY LOVE THAT PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;the food was good, the ambience was great,&lt;br /&gt;and the team was screwing around like crazy, but it was&lt;br /&gt;FUNFUNFUNFUNFUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz we were all in our school uniform, some woman walked past us and went "wah, like school canteen like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA good sense of humour woman, i'm proud of you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the food was crazily NICE!&lt;br /&gt;i had 2 oysters, 2 baked oysters, ALOT of salmon with soya sauce, ALOTALOT of lousy grade abalone (maybe even fake) BUT IT WAS NICE SO WHO CARES, 2 claypots of drunken prawns, 2 big plates of kailan (i'm perfectly healthy,see, balanced diet!) ALOT ALOT ALOT of jelly which was smuggled :D and alot more stuff which i cannot remember but it was super good anyway so you should all go to sakura to eat, and then you should bring me along, and you should also foot the bill :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afte dinner, the sec 3s and 4s went to cine. the sec 3s went to take NEOS while the sec 4s stoned around. the trip into the PINKYPINKYPLACE was indeed an exciting expereince all over again. given that the last time i went into that place was last year. oh, i'm all grown up already (:&lt;br /&gt;the place was PACKED, SQUEEZED, STUFFED, FULL OF TWITS i tell you. and their poses. whoa, creative shit. we imitated in the machine and it turned out super screwed and extremely funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway met up with teh sec fours after that and we went to take pictures. like all around orchard. the da vinci code naked man was smack in the middle of heeren's front foyer, so me and chelz took a pic with it :D hahaha. don't have the pics so i cant upload =&lt;br /&gt;and then everyone took just super super weird pictures la. then we went to take at the fountain. then we were standing up on the ledge like siaozarbohs man. then we jumped off the ledge and tried taking a pic in mid-air. that warranted alot of stares from the curious shoppers around us. but whatever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna talk about my day. it was boring. but DINNER was the highlight.&lt;br /&gt;went for buffet again (AGAIN?) yes, again.&lt;br /&gt;but this time it was a la carte, and trust me. that made all the difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gu gu was ordering the food like crazy. but the food never came until the manager (which coincidentally looks like a...... pygmy hippo came to help us. not that it was much, but at least she talked to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. until know, i didn't manage to eat the beancurd thingy. THAT's how bad it was. and the stupid waiter. STUPID AND DEAF i say. i had to scream at him 3 times to tell him to STOP pouring tea into my cup because i DIDN'T want the tea. which was basically coloured water ince it didn't have taste. according to The Cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the service was YUCk YUCK and the food was..... NOT very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my family is weird la. had alot of fun today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. back to hyper mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I GOT INTO CHEER SQUADDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo yo! RAFFLESIANS UNITE WE'LL SHOW OUR MIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114813909280028716?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114813909280028716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114813909280028716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114813909280028716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114813909280028716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-interrupt-normal-mundane-boring-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114795643280053413</id><published>2006-05-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:47:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yep, failed math, cried over it, got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im ready to start my mugger life. i'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna work so hard you're gonna think a mugger alien took over my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or then again, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i MUST MUST MUST pass. and get 3.6 if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i'm pushing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, there's no use crying over spilt milk, is there? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;woots jiayou huiwen. omg, i sound twit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114795643280053413?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114795643280053413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114795643280053413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114795643280053413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114795643280053413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/yep-failed-math-cried-over-it-got-over.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114784358812155681</id><published>2006-05-17T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:26:28.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am rotting away in the shaw lab now. not that its a bad thing, well at least i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to blog about philosophy yesterday. okay, i din't forget, just couldn't be bothered to larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really  wanna join Knowledge and Inquiry in rjc! its so... COOL! haha&lt;br /&gt;i mean you sit around and think. kinda sounds boring and mundane, but i think i'll be really smart, you know! :D i mean, when other people (from other schools) ask you what subjects you take, you can proud say "KI" AND THEY WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND IT :D noobs. i like feeling smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. anyway, philosophy yesterday was so.. mind-boggling larh. seriously. i mean, we were debating on the existence of a dream world, or another world. it's kinda scary you know. i mean, how do you knwo that this "world" we're living in is real. omg, how do we know that we even exist. that's quite scary. and dreams? yiyue was tallking about a movie, that involved a parellel universe, where a split  image of yourself lives on another planet. when you go to sleep, that person wakes up. and our dreams are just images of that person's life. that's probably how dejavu came about anyway. when you feel liek you've experienced something before, its actually that other person's experience. HOW SCARY IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg for all i knwo that person thinks the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114784358812155681?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114784358812155681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114784358812155681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114784358812155681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114784358812155681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-rotting-away-in-shaw-lab-now.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114770102427255873</id><published>2006-05-15T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:50:24.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my grandma :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid as this may sound, the chinese paper today made me think alot haha. i know you think im weird but for once, i'm thinking! (OMG , huiwen's thinking!). yes, contrary to popular belief, i do have a brain. AND, i use it. so just keep your large flopping mouth shut thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wo men chang chang yi ju li lai cheng jiu mei gan"&lt;br /&gt;i think so too. i mean, what is it about us? why do the things that seem so out of reach just appeal to us more. are the things that are near just so undesirable. are our lives really that hard to get by, or are we just wanting more and more each day. i don't know and i wont know and frankly, it doesn't matter. even if we know, would it really make a difference? i really don't think so. i mean. we are just hungry for knowledge man. and everything we know, is just in theory. we don't really practice what we preach. not all the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind, didn't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, naked mole rats -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114770102427255873?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114770102427255873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114770102427255873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114770102427255873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114770102427255873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-my-grandma-d-stupid-as-this-may.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114768555058209223</id><published>2006-05-15T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:32:30.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and just when i thought i was the worst for realising that there was chinese test today only last night when i flipped open my organizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl lynn: (after maths ct) eh now got english thingy. aiya sucky la i wanna pon&lt;br /&gt;charmaine: "what time is chinese ah?"&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: "HUH TODAY GOT CHINESE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggxx man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl:" this isn't some may's fools joke right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD JOB MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. ANYWAY, today was a super screwed up today. math was HORRIBLE, i couldn't even do the first question. AIYA, minused 9 marks alr la. gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was surprisingly easier than i thought. okay, better not say. everytime i think like that the results come back then i gg la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after school, cheryl, charm and i went to novena to eat and shop. haha the sports shops SUPER lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised i have a new hobby - people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i was watching this er. slightly more than healthy-sized man (okay, maybe not only slightly) eat. omg, it was like he put the food into his mouth, and POOF! IT WAS GONE. and did i mention i saw this guy who probably was a distant relative of william hung. oh man, i wonder if he tried out for singapore idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i remember. today for the chinese zong he tian kong, the topic was the TAMMY nyp again. -.- i am SO sick of hearing all about her and her sex romps. like give it a rest already.&lt;br /&gt;the porn clip is just one figure of pixels humping another figure of pixels (not that i watched it, but how clear can it get anw). and its her freaking prerogative so give her a break already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i sound self-righteous don't i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still don't understand freaking moles -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114768555058209223?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114768555058209223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114768555058209223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114768555058209223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114768555058209223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-just-when-i-thought-i-was-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114760285043865420</id><published>2006-05-14T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:34:10.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! i think my layout is PRETTTTTAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you ask, what ARE you doing changing your blogskin in the middle of cts, shouldn't you be STUDYING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that answer to that, my friend is, i don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped church (and i am feeling very guilty about it) and stayed home to study math. after finishing one worksheet, i started working on my blog. well, at least it paid off! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, thanks TAMI for helping me to do the lines. haha my com is n00b la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am gonna suffer serious punishment for not mugging more for math. really. charm yes, i just feel like i have to work damn hard for something to pay off. and since i DIDN'T really mug, well, all i can do is pray, and hope for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114760285043865420?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114760285043865420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114760285043865420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114760285043865420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114760285043865420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-i-think-my-layout-is-pretttttay.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114749062956525531</id><published>2006-05-13T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:23:49.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! i knwo i really shoudl be doing some work after WASTING my time this morning SLEEPING instead of doing something productive! and here i am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear me. you know, i set the alrm clock to 7.30! AND THEN I WOKE UP AT... 10 SOMETHING? argh sheesh this is BADDD. BADDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind. i will proceed to update my blog on my interesting life this week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pauses for a moment to think before flipping the organiser open)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh PHYSICS test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, tayzhiyong never invigilate our class, not fun lah! and guess who came instead... MISS FOO. aiya! WHY NOT TZY! got EYE CANDDDDYYYYY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL STUDIES AND COMPRE TEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social studies was SHIT lah. haha i don't even know if im answering the question! how can you manipulate the purpose to suit whether you believe it or not. i mean, whether it's reliable or not, THE PURPOSE IS STILL THE SAME WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english. DON'T TALK ABOUT ENGLISH. after putting 110% of my effort to do the whole thing, THEY SAY ITS GONNA BE A FORMATIVE CAUSE SOME BLOODY IRRITAITNG TEACHER GAVE IT OUT TO HER CLASS. bah loo, I DONT CARE if they do better cause they've done it before. I JUST CARE ABOUT ME HAVING TO GO THROUGH THAT 1 HOUR 50 MIN OF PURE AGONY ALL OVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun only started after 2 pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl, charm and i sat together for MATH. hahaha poor cheryl couldn't concentrate cause me and charm were laughing too hard and crapping at really stupid things!&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE A LIQUID PAPER FAMILY! (okay, that basically involves squeezing liquid paper onto a rough piece of paper, then naming them)&lt;br /&gt;MAMA LIQUID PAPER'S CALLED DOROTHY,&lt;br /&gt;PAPA LIQUID PAPER'S CALLED PERKINS&lt;br /&gt;and the TRIPLETS are called &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;atty, &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;adeline and &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;olomon (:&lt;br /&gt;and i drew a cartoon tomato, which strangely bore a striking resemblance to our beloved math teacher. i know you're dying to see it, just too bad i don't have a camera (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone say AWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;choir concert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after going home to bathe, change and BLAH, i met charm, chelz and isa at orchard mrt for dinner. and charm brought alongher friend without telling me, which gave me a shock when they arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall practice self-censorship and omit all the crap that happened before dinner. charm, THANK ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing heels (and probably never gonna do that again) and thus walking around orchard was not a very enjoyable thing to do at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so we had dinner at yoshinoya. didn't eat much. drank a milkshake. okay, so the previous 3 sentences weren't of much use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we proceeded to breadtalk to buy dinner for lynette. there was free bread, which tasted so horrible that it was little wonder they had to give it out free. and chris fang, who jumped at the sound of FREE BREAD, grabbed liek a handful in front of the person that was cutting the bread. i dont know, but i think he regretted it. it tasted like CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the whole situation switched into melodramatic mode with chris fang scolding karliang (or so i THINK that's his name) for being so embarrassing. it woudlnt sound funny as i tell you now, but trust me. me and charm was building up on our abs while just looking at them talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris:"YOU ARE SO EMBARRASSING!"&lt;br /&gt;kl:"??"&lt;br /&gt;chris: "YOU HOLD THE BLOODY ROSE LIKE YOU WANT TO GIVE ME LIKE THAT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA DAMN FUNNY LAH. oh boy, i think jc is going to be VERY, VERY interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway, met yiyue at newton, and got lost for a while before find the correct way, (thanks to me) but okay, its was also (thanks to me) that we got lost in the first place. NVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long wait at the bus stop for 171 and 700, which ultimately we found out that we could take ANY bus there, we didnt even take a bus there but went there ON FOOT. imagine that! ON HEELS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever, but acsb was shit big, as usual, not that it was my first time there. but still, i am amazed at how absolutely gigantic it is. and i know why they're so rich, cause for every hour that it is occupied, they get $400 for it. RIPOFFRIPOFFRIPOFF. take that, acs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the choir concert was good! SHIAO YOU WERE SO SEXY CAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;and jia, omg i CRUSH YOUR VOICE LEH!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes it was really good. the repertoire was AMAZING HAHA. LONG BANNN!!! LONG LAOOO!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the musical, hahah well, not much of singing, but it was funny nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"silk is beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you mine?" "cause you don't smell like ome of mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY FUNNY LAH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was really good larh (: good job rgs choir! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked the whole day through, before doing math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt; i am blogging even though i really should be doing math. its like a cycle, you know. i have a premonition that i am going to FLUNK math. so there. shall be going to play squash later! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i REALLY gotta go do something else. something tells me, its not gonna be productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lardeedar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114749062956525531?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114749062956525531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114749062956525531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114749062956525531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114749062956525531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-i-knwo-i-really-shoudl-be-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114691900337477251</id><published>2006-05-06T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:57:01.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK after a mini hiatus, to tell you guys i'll be on hiatus AGAIN! but first im gonna update you on my oh-so-interesting life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was REALLY hectic man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, i had 5 items, during which i practised standing broad jump over 10 times -.- and for the whole of thursday i was feeling as natural as breast implants -.- I COULDN'T WALK UP STAIRS, STAND UP, SIT DOWN, DO ANYTHING AT ALL without cringing. and laoshi said i was walking like a jiang shi.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i did i add, we did 2.4km on thursday. i think i deserve applause for even attampting to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i got a B, FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday had training, oh, RUNNING again. holycowwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, ok first went to school for physics remedial. had to wake up at an ungodly time of 6.45 (considered ungodly for a saturday) but never mind i forgive tayzhiyong, he's eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;and THEN we had chem lesson, which was excruciating man. i mean. WHY THE HELL DO THEY CONFUSE THEMSELVES BY USING MOLES? WHAT THE HELL ARE MOLES ANYWAY?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ucsc by my lonesome self. yes, i was the only one there. plated like 4 games. felt really good. talked to coach for a while, well i guess i feel more motivated after what he said. but no matter what, i'm not giving up. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots fight on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114691900337477251?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114691900337477251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114691900337477251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114691900337477251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114691900337477251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-after-mini-hiatus-to-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114657378894995078</id><published>2006-05-02T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:43:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY is a day in HISTORY! everyone, please take note. it is the first day that i survived without getting pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that not worth celebrating? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, bio SPA was an ABSOLUTE catastrophe. was absolutely pressed fortime and super stressed (cause you know, i don't really listen) but i should be able to do okay lah, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lardeedar. ms chionh is really really funny! she is like, super dramatic lah, i think she should go join mediacorp! heehee. i think the lesson was quite boring apart from ms chionh's quips heehee. i mean, what do i need to learn social etiquette for. i'm already so wel-mannered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay don't throw up your dinner. children out there suffering from hunger okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. my diet starts tomorrow (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114657378894995078?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114657378894995078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114657378894995078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114657378894995078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114657378894995078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-day-in-history-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114640510957082186</id><published>2006-04-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:51:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOODNESS church was good. after being deprived from church last week (my mum grounded me), today i've been drawn back to God, and the feeling is good. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i really felt myself internalizing whatever mu shi said. haha it feels good to know that i'm learning something new, and that i may just help me to be a better person, and maybe after a really long time, i'll cease to be such a bitch (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm REALLY trying to be better but sometimes my "shen ming zhong de ban jiao shi" just gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh maybe one day i'll stop tripping over my "ban jiao shi" and let it deter my way. maybe one day i'll just learn to walk around it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114640510957082186?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114640510957082186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114640510957082186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114640510957082186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114640510957082186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-my-goodness-church-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114636478717916793</id><published>2006-04-30T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:39:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah, i really should be at church now, but i woke up late and ate breakfast, ten it was too late to leave and be in time for sunday school, THEREFORE, i shall just go for service and yf after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah these few days i've been ranting about everything. a little bit too much too. i guess it's time for me to STOP taking pity on myself and just move on with my life, knowing that **** (don't count asterisks) is NOT worth my time, wrath and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little things that make me mad, well i just gotta learn to shove it aside and LOVE MY ENEMY! (technically, **** isn't really my enemy so i guess i don't need to love ****, that would be... EEEW?) for those who know whom i'm talking about for goodness sake SHUT UP thankyou  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the facade that everyone hides behind. it's gross, disgusting and FAKE. really makes you think whether what you THINK is what you get, yknow. and somehow mankind never fails to rear its ugly head at you, takes all the beauty out of life you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you catch me ranting about *** * again PLEASE for goodness sake, tell me to shut up. unless you're cheryl, HAHA your entertainment comes from my rants right (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D i feel better already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114636478717916793?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114636478717916793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114636478717916793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114636478717916793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114636478717916793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/04/bah-i-really-should-be-at-church-now.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18951273.post-114623721330083271</id><published>2006-04-28T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:13:33.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's been an awfully long time since i last blogged, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, blame it on the PTs and tests. they really eat up your life, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that. negativity is NOT the way to go, i say (oh ho) yes but, whatever, i'm blogging so don't complain :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was an eventful day indeed. me zes and michelle planned the squash orientation for the poor sec ones. they're so terribly TRAGICALLY neglected i tell you. i mean, even if i see them in the canteen, i wouldn't even know that they're my juniors well THAT's how bad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squash training was not in the least productive. okay, we had fun. and HEEHEE i persuaded mabel to go (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prize presentation pretty much didn't involve me. but whatever i still went to the watch the b div boys finals. ok that was only after the school that i was rooting for (aka hci) lost. BAH so tragic. during the match i was like er "GO CHINAMAN" (ahaha oops) but they still lost. but the 4th player (or that's what i think he was) really put up a hard fight and oh well i guess that's what counts?&lt;br /&gt;btw i think hci is relaly very funny, haha. they cheer in CHINESE LEH. they were like "JIAYOU JIAYOU!" and i'm like, i thought only girls said that. ah well?&lt;br /&gt;rgs squash is really not united lor, kinda sad actually. when they announced that b div got 3rd, the c div totally didn't cheer and i found myself the only one screaming. yes it was MALU, but that's not the point. well maybe after orientation it'll be better? hope so anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kfc for dinner with XT after that. haha. same old stuff everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the highlight is. after i went home i ;eft again immediately for the Worker's Party rally. HAHA highly amusing i say. but i think i better not comment lest i get thrown into jail for commenting on politics.politics is realyl interesting you know, and i'm actually considering a future in politics! :D omg! (: HAHHAA. what a prospect :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, not kidding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18951273-114623721330083271?l=psychedelia-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/feeds/114623721330083271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18951273&amp;postID=114623721330083271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114623721330083271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18951273/posts/default/114623721330083271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelia-.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow-its-been-awfully-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>honeystars</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
