<?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-6395763557592626853</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:50:53.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watashi no seikatsu wo kangei shimasu!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>don't i just love jap food :D
and i'm obsessed with GREEN =))</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395763557592626853.post-710581784551392476</id><published>2008-11-20T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:38:41.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SSV2OksFCjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/W6X7rC5LjbQ/s1600-h/CIMG1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SSV2OksFCjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/W6X7rC5LjbQ/s400/CIMG1494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270748931645835826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo, can say a thousand things&lt;br /&gt;But it can't say the million things&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;A photo, can capture the way we were&lt;br /&gt;But it can't capture the way we are&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just words?&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all I got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, you and me will have&lt;br /&gt;One more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing, lost minutes and moments&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I might be lonely, girl&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;In a second, it all comes right back to me&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing's forgotten now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everything's saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just words?&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you and me will have&lt;br /&gt;One more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my life&lt;br /&gt;You were my faith&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHen you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just words&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all I got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you and me will have&lt;br /&gt;One more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realised, we have so few photos together....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-710581784551392476?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/710581784551392476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=710581784551392476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/710581784551392476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/710581784551392476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-can-say-thousand-things-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SSV2OksFCjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/W6X7rC5LjbQ/s72-c/CIMG1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395763557592626853.post-4873212608418292351</id><published>2008-11-03T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:06:13.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES, FINALLY!!!!!!! PW IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, it's a darn good news. hehehehe, now, i'm officially free. the OP was quite okay, except for the fact that we all got quite nervous and spoke rather fast. the q&amp;amp;a is actually quite good. we all could answer the questions quite confident. haha. keep your hope up guys :D lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SAT was rather quite bad. i suspect that i have to take again, maybe next year. it's weird when dad asked me to gauge the mark that i'm gonna get. lol how i know one? hahaha. it's muliple choice leh. the one that you know, you know you chose correctly right. but the one you don't know, you just choose the most appealing one what. then it may be correct, may be not lah. so yes, i don't know. but i'm just gonna wait and pray. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after SAT was class outing. fun. memorable. built sand castle. played captain's ball. rode bicycle. on the side note, i lost wallet and handphone (so yah, don't try to contact me), also a set of clothes, a hair conditioner bottle, a shampoo bottle, a facial wash tube, and yes, my bag. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've alr made a new bank card. getting new ic on 17 nov. lucky. leaving singapore on 23 nov. and i need to buy new wallet and bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom said it's flooded at home. haha. so funny. my family had to move to live with my auntie. lol. going home soon. yay :D now i'm gonna have to do all the holiday assignment, so that i can play in vietnam :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-4873212608418292351?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4873212608418292351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=4873212608418292351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4873212608418292351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4873212608418292351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-finally-pw-is-over-yay-its-darn.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-1938337028245665059</id><published>2008-10-25T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:36:56.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would never expect me to say this. but the past few days, i've been playing so much that i'm too tired now, even to type this post. going to timbre for ama's birthday, steamboat at lynna's and a so called early birthday celebration during today's lunch. everything was just magnificient. i feel so happy and extremely grateful to have known such great people. oh and did i mention that i'm an addict? yes, i'm addicted to bridge. hahaha funny how attractive a set of 52 cards can be. i know i know i'm not very good at it (kristy we lost 4 out of 5! sianzzz) but the whole point is to have fun right. and bridge certainly does bring the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly 1 more week to SAT. it's so predictable that i'm going to have to take it again. maybe next year. as long as i can get above 2200, i'm satisfied :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an extremely wonderful note, i don't have to do astar research anymore :)))) it was a very sudden news and i did not expect it at all. on the opposite, i checked email that day to see which institute i will have to go to and who my supervisor is etc. but no, hahaaha, i'm exempted from it. yay, this means i can go home early, on 23 nov for exact. but most probably i'll miss my birthday here though (you guys had better buy me some present -.-) in the mean time, i still have this whole bunch of holiday assignment that i have to clear in this few days to come since once i'm in vietnam, there'll be no studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, the idea of being a doctor is still hanging around in my head. (i know i know my chem is not the best of all -.- and of course nus med is out of question since it's such a factual thing that i'm so gonna get REJECTED :D). so i'm starting to wonder, again. why is it always like this? when you are so sure of something, then another thing happens to throw you off guard, to make you think, wonder, worry, and reconsider. am i the only one experiencing this? urrrrhhhh. i don't know. maybe it's just a infatuation or something of the sort. again, i wish there is definite answer for everything, to make life simpler and to cease this headache that i'm having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite clear that i'm not gonna blog again at least until op is over. so i'm just going to let everything in my head out. doesn't matter who's reading. doesn't matter people understand or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting very weird. sometimes i have to ask myself what i am becoming. sometimes i have to question myself. sometimes i have to recheck to know that nothing is wrong. it certainly doesn't feel good to be the single one. it certainly says something. but again. why do i care? it's not like i give a damn about what strangers think before. am i just arrogant? someone told me that i have to give other people some credit. i don't know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me or is everyone just getting together at the speed of lightning? and as a result of that, I, being curious, nosy and well, gossipy by nature, find hard to keep up with the progress. it's not like i care a lot about it, but sometimes i do ask myself when will i have a girlfriend, when i will fall deeply for someone. i may be pervertic or horny but i'm not despo. this may make me wonder again whether i'm superficial. or does it matter? is this even a question or just a rhetorical one? okay i think i'm typing too much that i'm even lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm drifting a way from you and i'm getting closer to you. what am i to say. maybe i'm just oversensitive. maybe i'm just nut crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a pity i can't make it for class outing next week. counselling. anyhow, it's a good thing. i think i went out too much, still. it's not like i don't want to go though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-1938337028245665059?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1938337028245665059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=1938337028245665059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1938337028245665059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1938337028245665059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-would-never-expect-me-to-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-5658273428926415860</id><published>2008-10-15T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:16:06.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the past few weeks have been hell. i've been through something that i don't think anyone deserves to go through. but i just want a fresh start so i won't talk much about it. will just keep it safe at the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results are back. i did damn badly. i want to kill myself. my parents are damn angry. after all they should. i've created so many troubles already. especially physics. omg i can't imagine myself getting a c for it (i'm really sorry if i offend anyone here). and i failed gp -.-" shit luh. wanna cry already. i can careless about math paper as long as i get an overall a. and econs was not a big surprise coz i pratically screwed up case study (thank god for my essay though). and chem, i actually expected a c, and i got a d. i saw a lot of people crying today. even ama was damn sad (sorry for being a jerk then :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are not exactly who you think they are. you think someone are actually worth discovering and actually has some depth. but in the end you find out the person is just too shallow. i don't know if i'm being too harsh. i don't know if i'm being too judgemental. i still have some faith, some hope. is it too blind of me? i don't know and i don't care. i hope everything could be crystal clear, so that there would be no confusion, no misunderstanding and no false faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like number 7, but i don't like 6, or 8 for that matter. 7 is like this holy number. it's a pretty powerful and god blessed number in all beliefs or religions. even if you are free thinker, 7 is still very likable. for me, i like it just because it sounds nice, it's original and it represents this pretty little thing called friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah, that's basically it. this past period of my life is full of disappointment and weird emotions. i don't know when it will be over. it's like i'm having this dark cloud above my head that keeps pulling me back from having fun, like a way to punish myself, to detach from the world and to withdraw myself back to the shell and start my hermit cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for pig to scan that drawing of hers. the idiot went and drew this crazy picture where we all look so stupid and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-5658273428926415860?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/5658273428926415860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=5658273428926415860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/5658273428926415860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/5658273428926415860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-few-weeks-have-been-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-702270964443115606</id><published>2008-10-03T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:26:47.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today we celebrated fuddy's birthday. it's so late because the actual day was during promo and thus, there's no time to prepare. from my point of view, even though it's the most budget celebration, but it's certainly the sweetest. seriously lor, we put so much effort into it. and the floor thing was just hilarious. he looked like an uncle lol. and he's seriously cmi luh. took long enough to arrange the letters R,C,S,E,T into a word =.= anyway, i'm waiting for kristy to send me the photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel betrayed. so, were all the things you said actually true and you had a change of mind or were they something you just go along with to make conversations? why the change? why the hiding? don't want to and also shouldn't read too much into this. but i guess it's just futile and also no point coz it's not my place. anyway, all the best for whatever may come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be home now. 3 more effing months =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early to baby blue eyes from the (fire) whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;and when the sun comes through and lights you like the angel you are whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;I know I do you wrong when I’m with you I’ve been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every season change, it looks the same (november to june) whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;And dont these empty streets skip a beat the flowers dont bloom whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I missed your birthday again&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna come back but I just don’t know when now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so lonely your not here with me&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m gonna be on the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road that never ends around the bend I see your smile whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;I’d swim across the sea to be with you for a while whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;cos I’m made a life would be gone&lt;br /&gt;now the way that I feel I just don’t belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so lonely you’re not here with me&lt;br /&gt;thats why I’m gonna be on the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;And you’re you’re the only face I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;thats why I’m gonna be on the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand around try to make every moment&lt;br /&gt;and be somebody yeah anybody&lt;br /&gt;it seems the whole world is taking me over&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody to help me get back(to n)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I’ve always been a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;but things are gonna change&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’re you’re the only face I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;thats why I gonna be on the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;yeah I’m taking the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m getting the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m taking the next plane home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-702270964443115606?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/702270964443115606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=702270964443115606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/702270964443115606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/702270964443115606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-today-we-celebrated-fuddys-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-843325268168468813</id><published>2008-09-27T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:41:36.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first and foremost, i really must say: WOOHOO!!!!!! IT'S SOOOO OVER!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, promo is over my friends. and my life is back to wonderful and jobless (well, PW aside of course :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jobless plus laziness are ones of the post-exam symptoms that i'm showing currently. anyhow, i really have to say that god has the most amazing ways of compensating for your hardship, in the most unexpected way. so it happened like this for me. after a long day walking aimlessly in orchard with sleepy (due to her irregularly high mood after exam), i had to wait for the bus alone since somebody was afraid that she'd die if she had to take MRT -.-" and when my bus come, i boarded it like everyone else. a few stops later, this crazily hot angmoh girl shown up and chose to stand next to me :) (in fact, there's no where else to stand lol). and the god blessing part came when i realised my height is just right for her boobs and she's not wearing any freaking bras :D lol okay, so you get the ideas. i don't want to sound too pervert here anyway :P but yup, trust god. he'll pay your due somehow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, nothing more to say already. i'm just .... FREE now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-843325268168468813?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/843325268168468813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=843325268168468813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/843325268168468813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/843325268168468813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-and-foremost-i-really-must-say.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-4493065955809269305</id><published>2008-09-24T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:38:15.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so finally chem paper was over. it's not as dreadful as the common test last time, and i'm having a very bold vision that i'll actually pass for good this time round. only math (which will start in less than 8 hrs) and physics are left. hoorray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just realised that i never study much for exams, especially ever since i came here. previously, i would have mugged my ass off if i were in vietnam and the final exam was coming. but now, well, not much. seriously, it's not because of my lazy nature or my little malfunctional brain. it's just somehow i'm not actually stressed or scared until the very last minute. that's why it's been a tradition of mine to stay up all night before the exam day, mug or read notes, then go do the paper. even for econs, i only started reading like 2, 3 days before the paper. the remaining time, i was just goofing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, enough exam thoughts. on a more cheerful note, a lot of birthdays are coming y'all (take a hint here *ahem*). can't wait to pull all the tricks we prepared on the birthday boy/girls. and finally i get to allocate time for SAT. i'm really hoping that i could just pull this off in maximum 2 times. and i will have more time to touch back on my jap stuff (which is so long forgotten).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually a bad habit of mine that i usually criticise when i read people's blogs. like there's this voice inside my head that keeps repeating "bullshit" or "so stupid" or "so pathetic" etc. there, you get the idea. and since i can't seem to get rid of it coz it has become somewhat an involuntary reaction to me, i've decided to be nicer by avoiding random blogs :D smart ideas right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm ranting. it just occurred to me that my posts rarely have specific topics. they are mostly rants that flash through my head as i type. very random. okay, i should just stop and wrap this up. i have a freaking paper tomorrow (math). god, when will you spare me of this stupid and boring thing called math? -.- too bad i don't think i'll be granted that wish, at least in this life time since i stick to economics, which means math is a must :(( suck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-4493065955809269305?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4493065955809269305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=4493065955809269305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4493065955809269305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4493065955809269305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-so-finally-chem-paper-was-over.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-6849507810726288868</id><published>2008-09-11T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:51:07.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>despite of the fact that i've decided not to post anymore here until promo is over, yet i'm here. the main cause is that i've been really troubled lately, over mostly silly stuff that i don't want to tell people (and probably people don't want to hear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i've been thinking like crazily hard about this friendship stuff. (am i being too insecure here coz i keep thinking about this thing over and over again? lol). anyway, being a global citizen sucks. i can imagine myself, in the future, very sucessful (hopefully) and yet with no close friends. i really want something like this present, when i have 6 + 2 of you to talk to. but still, i know all good things must come to an end. haiz, it seems i can't get over this doesn't it? well, this person told me that maybe having a lot of good friends is better than close friends. come to think of it, this may be true. for the mean time, i'll just have to put this aside and really need to focus on this crazy shit called promo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, and when i thought that i could escape from astar attachment, they caught me -.-" crazy! now i can confirm that it is the most regrettable decision in my whole life to join this stupid thing. they still cheated my feeling somemore. when i first came here, was very innocent and pure and naive, they told me that it's gonna be very fun and exciting and it wouldn't eat up into my holidays, plus, this teacher told me it's very good and i'd be stupid if i didn't join. so yup, the innocent-boy-who-think-the-whole-world-is-beautiful me, joined this research attachment thing. and now, i've to stay here until 19 DEC!!!!! only 2 freaking weeks in vietnam! urrrrhhh! i don't even know it's enough time for my operation or not -.-" to add in to the soreness, my parents scolded me for being stupid -.-" just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently, i've had this principle, or mindset to be exact, that i don't seem to be able to get rid of. it's really easy for me to belittle or disgust my peers, especially (and ironicall and embarassingly) vietnamese people. by vietnamese, i don't mean the vietnamese scholars here by people staying in vietnam. i just realised that they are so blindly and stupidly materialistic. this is not a generalisation coz most of are. okay, i've got to admit that i'm materialistic also, but not to the extend to sleep with the girl to make her pregnant to marry her in order to work in her dad's company. that's just cheap and coward. and what's with all the running after clothes trends and stuff even though those things don't suit you? everytime i go back home, or surfing random blogs, i'm so tired of seeing super fat girl in some harajuku clothes that will potentially freak the hell out of every passenger, or this sticky firgured guy in skinny jeans that make him ...... (what's thinner than a stick?). and being in this world that is so different from the one back home, i realised that they are just so outdated, in everything. or maybe not. it's more precise if i say that they try to integrate and bring all these trends into the country. but somehow along the way, these trends all get distorted and twisted until a level of stupidity and is even embarassing for other people to watch. and it totally freaks me out to watch all these ugly and (okay i shall be nice and won't use this word) people camwhoring and post on their blogs, with self appraisal comments. i mean, common, get real! oh god, i've been really bitchy haven't i? lol, well, at least you see how serious this problem is becoming for me. i know i'm not exactly the cutest or most handsome/macho/sexy person around, but at least i know how to present myself the way most suitable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seemingly nice enough, my computer's only played all these emo songs that go perfectly well with my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter and less mean note, after promo is life (i can't be bothered about the attachment anymore)! and despite of my busy schedule, i still manage to learn some piano stuff, which is amazingly awesome of me since i'm tone deaf :D. i'm such a loser at this stuff luh. but that doesnt mean i will give up okay! so jia you to me. i will sure cherish all these moments.  chalet chalet chalet chalet chalet chalet chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-6849507810726288868?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/6849507810726288868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=6849507810726288868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/6849507810726288868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/6849507810726288868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/09/despite-of-ive-decided-not-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-6549034264829841138</id><published>2008-09-03T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:41:32.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so long alr. whoa! even i'm amazed at myself :D neway, life just went on boringly. i'm just here to update and keep this blog alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life recently has became nothing than a miserable piece in this world. there's this small word but somehow so enormous that it eats up my entire life: PROMO. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had weird thoughts and dreams after watching Friends (again :D). super hilarious luh hahhahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love econs more and more. totally suck at chem. i'd just hope i can pass this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really need to score high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i mugged at JE library with Happy, Grumpy and Bashful. got winked at =.= (1.5 times) - by a male character. enough to made my day interesting. Grumpy was just her normal disgusting self. it's a wonder when she's gonna have a bf :) Happy was a pig, not only by definition, but also by eating a whole bunch of candies and M&amp;amp;M. Bashful wore a magnetic earing hehehehe, poser :D study session was super effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for Bashful and Grumpy's birthdays. hehehehe, they're gonna be sick :)) just so you know, none of the ideas was mine, so make sure my birthday is pure and nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need something to look forward to, through this dark and busy period (promo + SAT + pw). okay, i'm going off now. if i ever survive this, you'll know. if not, well, i die in glory :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-6549034264829841138?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/6549034264829841138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=6549034264829841138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/6549034264829841138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/6549034264829841138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-long-alr.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-5023474306336602311</id><published>2008-08-14T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:49:58.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, quite long i was here last. suddenly i realised that i've become cynical and sarcastic lately, with the exponentially increasing level. and it's not just about crappy stuff. but somehow, i don't feel negative about it. i don't think it's a bad thing. weird huh. maybe certain things happened that made me like this. and since i don't think it's bad, i'm not blaming anything/anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no complacency. no complacency. no complacency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like i've been taken for granted lately. not anyone's fault. my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope things go well over there. really. im praying hard, even though i'm a free-thinker. i can't help but think that there is someone up there, be it God or Budha or anyone, who listens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been very pessimistic about people lately, not my friends, but strangers, and draw very overgeneralized conclusions. but i can't help it. i just focus on people's flaws, and cling on to those to hate them, to discriminate against them, to anti them, even to disgust them. what's wrong with me? this is definitely not a growing up problem, or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a global citizen sucks, big time. this is like the axiom that i forged out of my so-called scholar life for more than 3 years. it's like you are on your own. you have no anchor. even your family sometimes also seems so far away. they won't be able to fully understand your situation. friends? oh, the best part ever. you get to know somebody, open up to them, bond growing, enjoying your fantasy life. then boom. 4 years later, you find yourself packing again, moving to somewhere else. and all those people who believe in long distant friendship? BULLSHIT! no matter how strong the relationship is, nothing can compensate face to face talks. so yup, call me stupid. call me mental. call me crazy. call me whatever you want. i'm just so over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? see what i meant? welcome to the new me! -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-5023474306336602311?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/5023474306336602311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=5023474306336602311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/5023474306336602311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/5023474306336602311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm-quite-long-i-was-here-last.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-4524079048669456404</id><published>2008-07-29T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:30:27.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad is here. enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, so today they had a meeting for all the scholars, and the main reason is our common test results. it has been soooooo good that they are all worried and hence, the meeting to remind us how good we are all supposed to be. and they scared us by how much we are gonna have to pay them if we have our scholarship terminated. guess what, if i get terminated, the number is 80,000 hahaha :D. so i went back and asked my dad whether he'll be able to pay for the thing. hahah, he said it's stupid to pay such amount of money for 3 years in singapore :D, for some reasons that i don't know :) and he didn't even bother to elaborate. so i turned to convince him that if i can survive until after A level, he'll give me 80K :D hahaha he said he'll think about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the H3 lecture today is scary enough. the teacher kept terrorizing us to drop :) haha weird huh. and it's gonna be a lot, A LOT of reading from now on. god, give me power! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW is so stagnant. feel so lagged behind luh. just have to push now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to be the time for full speed! okay, but i must slack this week first :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to watch movies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-4524079048669456404?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4524079048669456404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=4524079048669456404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4524079048669456404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4524079048669456404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dad-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-7050477017311542558</id><published>2008-07-20T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:51:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say about airport......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to get my dad at changi airport this afternoon. there were some delays and late landing and everything, so it was quite a long wait. but thanks to that, i had a chance to observe something that i've never been able to capture wholly when i was at airports before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;departure gate:&lt;/span&gt; i saw people saying goodbye, hugging, even some tears on an old mother's cheeks. i saw a plane leaving. i know, aboard that plane, a lot of people are leaving their beloved behind for something else they want to pursuit in their lives. for some people, finally, they are heading home after a long time apart. at that moment, i also want to be there, to be able to board some sort of flight like that, to escape from this hectic life for a while, to head back home where no worries can touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;arrival gate:&lt;/span&gt; i saw all kinds of happiness, all tones of emotions there, where sorts of reunion warm people's hearts: parents and children, husband and wife, brothers and sisters, old friends, boyfriend and girlfriend. i saw this couple kissing through the glass wall. they looked like there were no wall between them, at all. cute. and there's this boy next to me, whose dad boarded the same flight with my dad. the moment he saw him, he jumped around, shouted and sang and laughed and kept hitting the glass wall to get his dad's attention. i was sure that i felt everything that boy felt. and again, at that very moment, i wished i were his age, so that i could show all that emotion like a young, carefree kid without being stared or called crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy. really crazy. i've been to airports so many times. and i've never felt that way. maybe just because today i was jobless, so i paid every speck of attention to the world around me. and i just realise, be it happiness or sadness, tears of joy or tears of sorrow, they show the same thing: love. and i'm just so happy and satisfied to be loved. "it's our god-forshaken right to be loved loved loved ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've been ranting enough to see that this is getting way cheesy :) hahahaha, just some random feelings i want to get out of my system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-7050477017311542558?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/7050477017311542558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=7050477017311542558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/7050477017311542558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/7050477017311542558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/07/airport.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-2948276480576553774</id><published>2008-07-19T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:35:47.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay, dad is coming tmr!!!!!!! :D haha, hello wonderful life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucks as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl around me are as crazy as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight is super COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (feel bad for pang seh happy though...) omg, serious, the Joker is like damn cool man. he should be more than just an icon (haha, he should be like the everlasting, ultimate statue and symbol for happy's future neediest patients). Heath Ledger is super good luh. now i totally understand why he went into depression, locked himself up and indulged in drugs. oh man, everything about that Joker is perfect lah. the voice, the action, the laughter, the make up, especially his mannerism! he's really a physco luh. haha, it's just so good that i really want to watch again (somebody takes the hint here :D) despite the fact that sleepy and grumpy drooled all over the bat man for him being "hot, sophisticated, classy, well bred, rich, well groomed etc", i only enjoy watching the Joker and the cars used in the movie. the whole damn nice car luh, that stupid bat man used it for just like 5 min and then wrecked it in an accident -.-". i also came to a conclusion that if you want to be a hero, you must be a billionair to start with. look at all the weapons that bat man possesses -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shan't dwell on the movie. but it's just so good! :D hahaha. it seems that i've developed a habit of taking ppl's photos. hahaha, super random, entertaining and unglam :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the GODDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGLptcgn8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/fBTTPu9mS_0/s1600-h/17072008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGLptcgn8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/fBTTPu9mS_0/s400/17072008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224610591416557506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping beauty .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGLpqpLGeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CIYTXYJhjlA/s1600-h/17072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGLpqpLGeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CIYTXYJhjlA/s400/17072008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224610590664366562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... or ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGLpiR0-6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/QozQaqC_DA8/s1600-h/17072008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGLpiR0-6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/QozQaqC_DA8/s400/17072008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224610588418964386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate slacker in GP lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGLpKf5DuI/AAAAAAAAAME/50X4-8vdGy8/s1600-h/15072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGLpKf5DuI/AAAAAAAAAME/50X4-8vdGy8/s400/15072008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224610582035500770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat fat fat fat big tummy pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGLpVzO74I/AAAAAAAAAMM/5sMlwtd-jds/s1600-h/16072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGLpVzO74I/AAAAAAAAAMM/5sMlwtd-jds/s400/16072008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224610585069416322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last exhibit, introducing the NERD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGMUtLjAjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5GMNUtBr400/s1600-h/18072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGMUtLjAjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5GMNUtBr400/s400/18072008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224611330079785522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGMU10g4qI/AAAAAAAAAM0/w2NLUY5fZuM/s1600-h/18072008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGMU10g4qI/AAAAAAAAAM0/w2NLUY5fZuM/s400/18072008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224611332399096482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGMVPOyq3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/S2p2YpqJPyA/s1600-h/18072008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGMVPOyq3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/S2p2YpqJPyA/s400/18072008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224611339220200306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-2948276480576553774?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/2948276480576553774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=2948276480576553774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/2948276480576553774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/2948276480576553774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay-dad-is-coming-tmr-d-haha-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SIGLptcgn8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/fBTTPu9mS_0/s72-c/17072008%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395763557592626853.post-2908037216108413663</id><published>2008-07-16T04:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:01:23.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired, really. but somehow sleeping seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup, naturally, i'm here again, at this weird hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another false attempt to change this blog's skin. apparently my mood these days doesn't match that excitingly lively colour of green. i really suck at this designing stuff. must learn from some pro soon, when i'm free of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, quick flash. here are my CT results: AABES. well, cannot say that i'm disappointed with this result. i'm quite content instead. but i'm not extremely happy. there are much can be improved. i could do so much better. but at least, i'm happy with Econs. finally, there is an evidence that when you love something and are determined to work hard towards it, the pay is good. and well, GP, haha i expected to pass, and i did :D and some stupid boy still got a D when he expected to fail -.- another boy complained he got a D instead of a C. crazy people! and sorry to those i've offended by repeating my results today. it's just so stupid and typical perfectionist of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted to this song, I'm yours by Jason Mraz. somehow i can just put it on loop the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but your so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks, now I'm tryin to get back&lt;br /&gt;before the cool done run out I'll be givin it my best test&lt;br /&gt;and nothin's gonna stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more,&lt;br /&gt;no more, it cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;We're just one big family&lt;br /&gt;And it's our godforsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i won't hesitate no more,&lt;br /&gt;no more, it cannot wait i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to complicate our time is short&lt;br /&gt;this is our fate&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;But my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;and so I drew a new face and I laughed&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'd be sayin' is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;to rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;it's what we aim to do&lt;br /&gt;our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more,&lt;br /&gt;no more it cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;look into your heart and you will find that the sky is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please don't, please don't, please don't,&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to complicate,&lt;br /&gt;Cause our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This, this, this is our fate,&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-2908037216108413663?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/2908037216108413663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=2908037216108413663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/2908037216108413663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/2908037216108413663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepless-night.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-8732527536509501666</id><published>2008-07-14T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:35:47.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, life continues to suck. the past week, i slept only an average of 3 hrs per day!!!! i'm even amazed at myself that i'm still alive and typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hostel food has become something of faraway past. firstly, for some unknown reasons, recently my stomach has had it with that kind of sucky food. everytime i ate hostel food, i have diarrhea or stomachache. good luck with that -.-" so now my definition of dinner is either fastfood or proper food at some random restaurant or nothing at all. even eating nothing is better compared to eating that horrible stuff. today, bashful told me to be less picky and particular so that i can enjoy life more! haha, funny. yes, i'm not picky at all. i can wear all kinds of clothes, use all kind of stuff, stay in all kinds of rooms, etc. but when it comes to food, that's another story! Food must be good! if it doesn't look good or smell good (if both then better :P), there's no way i'm gonna touch it! then if it tastes good, it's registered in my brain as "edible food". if not, it's immediately put in the list of deceiveful food. so yah, my mouth and my brain have a very high filter system when it comes to food :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculously, when every problem seems to be solved, there are new problems await! and school never fails to be the main source -.-" homework, assignments, tutorials, practicals, extra consolidation. madness! im just hoping i ll survive these 2 years in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a new hang out place today. quite a cool one actually. they have a lot of board and card games there for us to entertain ourselves with the lamest games possible. but their icecream is not very good and there's not much of variety there while the price is a bit higher than it should be. well, still can be used as a killing time place (not that we have much to kill this year neway -.-") :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, some random photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SHtSEozHb0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/AYlrT8quy5g/s1600-h/08072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SHtSEozHb0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/AYlrT8quy5g/s400/08072008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222858432490991426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate pig never fails to be the most retarded :D and greedy (look at that excitingly happy face!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SHtSF5sDk0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/lzlmwrJOBtA/s1600-h/14072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SHtSF5sDk0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/lzlmwrJOBtA/s400/14072008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222858454204650306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone's been living up to her name! way to go sleepy! :D (so peaceful - she commented -.-"). and later, the cause of this sudden urge to sleep was found out to be "excessive" PE training after a long period of idleness and vegetation. haiz, what can i say ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-8732527536509501666?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/8732527536509501666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=8732527536509501666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/8732527536509501666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/8732527536509501666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-life-continues-to-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SHtSEozHb0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/AYlrT8quy5g/s72-c/08072008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395763557592626853.post-4647253079235445659</id><published>2008-07-10T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:05:00.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what i'm typing these for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this hour, i'm supposed to be asleep. but there are lots of things need to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headaches... drowsiness... (still?! -.-") super tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs paper today was a surprise. a thrilling but pleasant one. for some reasons, i got really scared right before the scripts are returned. and how unfortunately, my scripts were the last few ones -.-". so my heart kept playing drum in my chest, until qing yun said i looked like i was having a heart attack. haha, that's the thrilling part. the pleasant part is when i saw my mark. haha, nice one. B!!!! i was so happy and high. it was more than what i expected since i didn't finish the conclusion for part b of the essay question. and i really did get what i aim for. haha, i missed A by 3 marks. but i'm content with this result alr. haha, i made me feel a lot better about that stupid U neway. now looking back, my results are super extreme. there's this one strange U among all the A and B -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people around me are getting emotional easily. really, i wish i could make you guys feel better, but i doubt i did :D but you guys do appreciate the effort rite? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should go finish up my work now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad is coming...  hope things are going to be alright... mom, don't think too much. i'm okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss everyone back home. i'm thinking of a fast getaway back home during national day period or some other short holiday. hmm, again, money -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-4647253079235445659?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4647253079235445659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=4647253079235445659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4647253079235445659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4647253079235445659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know-what-im-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-6963921838442200105</id><published>2008-07-05T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:23:55.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! "Did you rebond your hair?" - yes, that's the ultimate question that a lot of people tent to ask me these days! MADNESS, pure madness lah -.-" and for all those who are wondering the same out there, i did NOT! all parts of my body are natural can. siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for all i know, my life's been really hectic. lots of things happened lately. school work, other things. dead -.-". school sucks. and i'm really surprised at the capacity of my body, well, both physical and mental. 2 nights straight without sleep and here i am, still survive. the only thing is that i get pimples -.-" (shit!) and my eyebags got bigger. anyone know how to get rid of those 2 evil circles, tell me please :). and one thing for certain, i couldn't sleep not because of any particular reasons, but just because i couldn't! i think something is wrong with my health lately. feel a bit worried. headache and drowsiness every now and then. feel tired more often. but again, still cannot tell my parents coz they will worry sick. really want to go for a total check up. but no time. and no money! -.-" i think i'll be damn happy when these 2 years of chaos are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, meeting my old friends, who are already in universities all around the world (well, vietnam is not counted coz compared to studying university there, singapore is definitely worth it) made me terribly regret my decision to come here. 3 years of my life is wasted. it's not that i've never regretted that decision before, but i overcame those feelings so quickly that they merely left any side effects. thanks to all the friends i found here who bring joy to me in singapore. hmm, while i'm on the topic, there's one more thing i think a lots lately. up until last year, i've no second thought about going away to US or UK for university. but come this year, things've changed. new friends, the close ones. coming to singapore 3 years ago, i've already made my sacrifces for what people called "for a better future" or "once in a life time experience" by cutting off lots of friendships back home. well, it's not really cutting off, but all my friendships were severely damaged for that decision. and friends are just minor compared to family. i've experienced enough happiness at the airport the days i came back and sadness the days i left. i've seen my mom crying and worrying enough. i've heard my sister shouting goodbye enough. i've been craving a lots at first. now i wonder whether i'm courageous enough to make that kind of sacrifice again, at the end of next year. i'm afraid. i'm scared. someone please enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about friends, i've just talked to Happy, the emo Happy, can you believe it :D. well, she gave some comments that made me think. she said about us, the 7 of us and i quote: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;a group of people who  dont say out their deepest thoughts, and just be happy with one another, a sense  of escapcism&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;sometimes like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;we come together to  escape from the harsh reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;to be happy&lt;/span&gt;". well, for all i know, it's not me. i didn't come to you guys to escape. i came to you guys to be truly happy. and indeed i deeply am, to be with every single one of you. really. seriously. honestly. truly. (well, i'm out of words here guys :D). well, and maybe sometimes i don't share my deepest thoughts, but those hidden thoughts are not about you and us. hahaha, i've never thought anything about us that i didn't tell either one of you :D well, just don't care okay, im sure we'll come to it soon. and especially to you, Happy, don't think too much about the future lah, you'll get fatter. just enjoy the present. it's a gift man. i mean there's a reason why it's called present right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, good nite. off to my reading :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-6963921838442200105?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/6963921838442200105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've gotten back some papers. chem is a big fat U!!!! so expected lor. walao, it's like honestly so stupid lah. 90% of the cohort failed leh. what the heck do the teachers want from that anyway? can't get their logic! so ironic lah, even if you get an S, you are still like 80 smt percentile! haha, phys i got a B. so happy. but i could've done better and got an A though. stupid careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've spent afternoon in quite a strange way. went to kap after school with Grumpy and Happy. joined later by Doc :) too bad that Sleepy had band exco selection, Bashful got cip and Sneezy was emoing about her CT results so they couldn't join us. but 3 of us did have fun anyway. talked cock and eat all the way, until clumsy Grumpy realised that her wallet was gone :)) she paniced and we decided to go back to school, on a mission to find Grumpy's lost wallet (lost IC which costs freaking 300 bucks for exact). hahaha, we ended up couldn't find the wallet and went to the school crest (initially to enjoy the wind and relax). but we ended up dancing around in the rain and shouting like crazy people there. it was super fun lah. then we went to the amphi and band room, intending to make Sleepy jealous. she got a super stupid job for the election lah: checker (means you count the votes) -.-". along the way we made up the name 7 Dwarfs, hence the names were changed into those :) and i'm Dopey :D, the  cutest of them all :)) muahahahahaha. the so called initially gossip clas now has an official name: THE 7 DWARFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Kristy is Doc&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Lynna is Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Jinghuai is Sneezy&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Kai Ting is Happy&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Fu Di is Bashful&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Amalina is Grumpy&lt;br /&gt;                                                     and I am Dopey, the cutest of them all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how a rain can wash away so many things, not just your dirts. slipped my mouth for 2 words only, Grumpy alr guessed about my problem. i'm happy to have such sensitive and sharp friends like that. sometimes you don't even have to talk about the problem, but the fact that they just know about it comforts you a lots. thanx man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here are some random photos that i haven't posted or just taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing, God's son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SGuQWTj6IpI/AAAAAAAAALk/D0fVnKiM4h0/s1600-h/02072008%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SGuQWTj6IpI/AAAAAAAAALk/D0fVnKiM4h0/s400/02072008%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218423306121257618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, i'm falling from the sky :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and does this look gay? i think it looks okay lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SGuQW2a_URI/AAAAAAAAALs/7Crz1XQ_u6M/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SGuQW2a_URI/AAAAAAAAALs/7Crz1XQ_u6M/s400/DSC00134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218423315479089426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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and blind enough to just think that things were the way i thought they were. but i guess life has certain way to surprise us, a bitter and harsh surprise it is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite how optimistic my usual self is, i've got to say: IT HURTS, a lots. sometimes i just ask myself why i am on this track, why i am doing all these things. and then i realise that there is no better solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time. i've got other things to do. concentrate. do it. let's not lose focus. use a guillotine if you must. just be sure about what you want, for now at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this won't happen again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-3952971321133448932?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-6395763557592626853.post-5206872550643958073</id><published>2008-06-24T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:25:26.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, finally chem paper was over. hmm, what can i say about it .... it's definitely the most amazing paper i've ever done. it's like the chem department's ultimate wish for every single one of us to jump buildings -.-" they have a super cruel and scary way of preparing you for A level. now i finally understand fully why people call chem department the killing machine. and well, people say that njc chem paper is the most challenging in singapore. so they have to live up with their reputation somehow right -.-" siao. i think i will just get a C most probably, unless i get VERY lucky then it's a B. forget about A lah, the faraway, unreachable dream. at least i'm comforted that everyone did just as badly as i did. haha, so we die as a whole, yah? just forget about it lah, only 2 more papers to go only. i should be happy by now :) math and physics. i'm more concerned about physics. but hey, i did my revision, if i continue somemore, i can go straight to IMH already :) heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i did something voluntarily, that i wasn't even aware i did it until it's been done. and i'm scared shitless... does this mean whatever i've done had gone without a trace? does this mean i'm back at square 1 again and have to start over again? or is it just a normal thing that i've read in too much? i don't know, but i really hope it's the latter. scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-5206872550643958073?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-6395763557592626853.post-2480142239967841685</id><published>2008-06-23T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:19:02.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so 2 subjects has finished. gp and econs today. gp was amazingly quite ok, not as bad as i expected. even though i literally stoned there for 15 min when i first saw the essay questions. really i blanked out and didn't know which question to choose. luckily finally i chose 1 and magically the whole thing just flowed out. i think i did quite a good job there compared to my previous gp essays. the comprehension part is quite okay also, but there was this stupid phrase that i stared at it forlike 20 mins to finally make a wild guess. it's something like "throwing the baby out in bathwater" -.-" so i still managed to finish gp in time. for econs it was quite ok also. i still couldn't finish the essay. still left out the conclusion for part b. but somehow i finished the case study 15 min earlier! shit lah! if i had that 15 min for the essay, i could have finished everything! siao! so it was not that dreadful after all, for the 2 subjects that made me worried the most. i think my hands can handle more writing than that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 3 more to go. will pass very soon. but tmr is chem, the killer. last year, only 25% passed. so even if you are like 70 percentile, you still fail. how ironic is that -.-" now i pray :) and mug :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-2480142239967841685?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/2480142239967841685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-6395763557592626853.post-1671007224062227564</id><published>2008-06-22T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:36:39.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been raining heavily, not only here but also back in vietnam. and unfortunately, the water sewer system there is not as good as here, so there were so called "small floods" and water is all over the living room and kitchen floor. so dad had to get the water out (i don't know how) and build some high steps to prevent water from getting in again from the yard. talking with him online just made me feel worse about myself. i know he didn't think that way, but i feel like a irresponsible son. i spend their money here. i've been pampered eversince i was a kid. i didn't have to ask for anything twice. and now, when there is something a son is supposed to take care of, i'm not there. dad being optimistic about he's just only 52 made it even worse to deal with. 19 years they spent on me and now they still have to do that kind of things when i'm well capable of. why? oh just because i'm not there, i'm here enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last few days have been really hectic. i didn't sleep for 2 days already, and scaredly i still feel so awake. and to make things worse, the hostel food is getting disgusting and unswallowable. it seems like they are having water shortage in the kitchen. the rice is super dry. if you touch the rice you may think it is not even cooked at all. and somehow the meals miraculously increase their suckiness just day by day, meal by meal. and too bad i can't or don't dare to go out and eat coz i feel like i'm wasting my time which i could well spend on mugging. that sounds so muggerish but i'm really paranoid by now. everything's been covered (at least i hope so) and now it's just D day. 1 more week, then it's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gotta go finish up gp and econs. it's starting tomorrow. sleep early tonight. good luck to me. the same for everyone reading this tonight (which i doubt :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-1671007224062227564?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1671007224062227564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=1671007224062227564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1671007224062227564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1671007224062227564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-has-been-raining-heavily-not-only.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-4285626823118345565</id><published>2008-06-16T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:35:48.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha, due to several factors like laziness, mugging, laziness again, laziness and LAZINESS, my  beloved room has become like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFYhxYau48I/AAAAAAAAALU/GZ4o86GTs_A/s1600-h/16062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFYhxYau48I/AAAAAAAAALU/GZ4o86GTs_A/s400/16062008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212390750979810242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know. it looks disgusting. cloths on the floor. my bed doesn't look sleep-able (if there's such word :P) with all the books, laptop and DVDs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah my desk, here's the close up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFYhx8rL0RI/AAAAAAAAALc/Rz_mrpQoyyE/s1600-h/16062008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFYhx8rL0RI/AAAAAAAAALc/Rz_mrpQoyyE/s400/16062008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212390760712491282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT is the the nightmare i've been longing to wake up from -.-" there are several more stacks of notes and books around the room that i was too lazy to put there. gosh, just 3 more weeks! CT CT CT CT CT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shall not make myself more paranoid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been CONSTANTLY trying to change the skin of this blog. but the goddamn blogger somehow doesn't allow me to. always something wrong with the template. and the IT-noob me had no choice but to forget it, until someone nice enough appears and help me see what's wrong with the thing :P *hinting* *hinting* so for all of you who've been complaining about this blogskin, too bad :D i'm so not good at this stuff lor :)  the only things i can do with my laptop is chatting online, surfing, blogging, using microsoft office, playing with photoshop sometimes, playing games, watching movies, listening to music. that's all. full stop. my dad's been complaining about this nonstop but i just act deaf :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it's time to mug again. good luck to all of you for CTs. get what you aim for :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-4285626823118345565?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4285626823118345565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=4285626823118345565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4285626823118345565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4285626823118345565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahaha-due-to-several-factors-like.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFYhxYau48I/AAAAAAAAALU/GZ4o86GTs_A/s72-c/16062008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395763557592626853.post-4095465322395174309</id><published>2008-06-13T22:25:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:35:58.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yooooo, i just came back from class chalet this noon. haha, it was darn fun and well, lots of things happened. here's the whole chalet described day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1: well, i arrived at jurong east mrt earliest coz i want a big mcdonald's breakfast. and then i waited there for 30 min till kai ting the x-pig arrived (she insisted on being x-woman but i think pig is more suitable :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time, i tried to act mugger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKFALMm2TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/afFT3P4dcWQ/s1600-h/PICT2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKFALMm2TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/afFT3P4dcWQ/s400/PICT2556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211373956873247026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and may i present, the X-PIG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKGGWnLU1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/AuCreOcX7WM/s1600-h/PICT2559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKGGWnLU1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/AuCreOcX7WM/s400/PICT2559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211375162528322386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKGGvOwoGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TA7tswXrgcI/s1600-h/PICT2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKGGvOwoGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TA7tswXrgcI/s400/PICT2560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211375169136795746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everyone has arrived, realizing that  there's nothing to do anyway, we decided to slack around at lynna's house ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKGGxl55-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/9Mk-U74dpNo/s1600-h/PICT2565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKGGxl55-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/9Mk-U74dpNo/s400/PICT2565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211375169770743778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;watch DVDs like "Dude, where's my car?" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKGGs56moI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hUJn4iyYDPc/s1600-h/PICT2564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKGGs56moI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hUJn4iyYDPc/s400/PICT2564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211375168512498306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playing card games like tai di, bridge and bloody knuckles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKGG7azFyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8y0Em2JJvF4/s1600-h/PICT2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKGG7azFyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8y0Em2JJvF4/s400/PICT2568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211375172408514338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the chevron :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKHiwvwo4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-xl6q58f9kg/s1600-h/PICT2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKHiwvwo4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-xl6q58f9kg/s400/PICT2570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211376750091608962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our place and what they usually call "calm before the storm" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKHi9p55wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wAHB6xDPato/s1600-h/PICT2572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKHi9p55wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wAHB6xDPato/s400/PICT2572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211376753556711170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKHjP-a5nI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hzHCTLPq22A/s1600-h/PICT2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKHjP-a5nI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hzHCTLPq22A/s400/PICT2575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211376758474598002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here comes the tempest :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKHjfw_ZxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OvDLdlhuZf8/s1600-h/PICT2578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKHjfw_ZxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OvDLdlhuZf8/s400/PICT2578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211376762713237266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKHjshqauI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gbwToc1jbEA/s1600-h/PICT2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKHjshqauI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gbwToc1jbEA/s400/PICT2579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211376766138608354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKLb1TwBzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Q_DCpn0fwfw/s1600-h/PICT2646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKLb1TwBzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Q_DCpn0fwfw/s400/PICT2646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211381029103732530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKLdDMRkqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qLlfegiB4IE/s1600-h/PICT2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKLdDMRkqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qLlfegiB4IE/s400/PICT2647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211381050010342050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKLeG_dkHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LNt1N5K2BJU/s1600-h/PICT2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKLeG_dkHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LNt1N5K2BJU/s400/PICT2649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211381068210212978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKLe60duiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/T3oPCd46zMo/s1600-h/PICT2651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKLe60duiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/T3oPCd46zMo/s400/PICT2651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211381082122730018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKLfXq6nsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NiX62y0GX6s/s1600-h/PICT2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKLfXq6nsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NiX62y0GX6s/s400/PICT2583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211381089867308738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went out for pool ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKM0gJhPwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/i0yitWFCJP0/s1600-h/11062008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKM0gJhPwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/i0yitWFCJP0/s400/11062008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211382552432033538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our da paoed food, not that nice but who cared lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKM0njZ-vI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LzrklJJns7M/s1600-h/PICT2590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKM0njZ-vI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LzrklJJns7M/s400/PICT2590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211382554419657458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rody has a boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKM1IJvIdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nDWtPGPZ9vs/s1600-h/PICT2592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKM1IJvIdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nDWtPGPZ9vs/s400/PICT2592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211382563170361810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;watched class video and class people's baby photos =)) it was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKM1O8fCuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CGbJkRJ7REE/s1600-h/PICT2588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKM1O8fCuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CGbJkRJ7REE/s400/PICT2588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211382564993829602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then xu lao shi dropped by, with chicken wings and lychees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKM1Ycd68I/AAAAAAAAAGs/hVbbO66Bue4/s1600-h/PICT2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKM1Ycd68I/AAAAAAAAAGs/hVbbO66Bue4/s400/PICT2596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211382567543892930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes our camwhoring session :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKRcYtJcJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rX6Esx4_pUU/s1600-h/PICT2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKRcYtJcJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rX6Esx4_pUU/s400/PICT2599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211387635675263122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKSTxxQW3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/uYd9WDUhePc/s1600-h/PICT2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKSTxxQW3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/uYd9WDUhePc/s400/PICT2601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211388587296185202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKST-oM72I/AAAAAAAAAHE/JnIxxV53LpE/s1600-h/PICT2602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKST-oM72I/AAAAAAAAAHE/JnIxxV53LpE/s400/PICT2602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211388590747873122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKSUBPpF0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2-I4MNNSEFo/s1600-h/PICT2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKSUBPpF0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2-I4MNNSEFo/s400/PICT2605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211388591450167106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKSUddRf-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gXu9FPwA1Xk/s1600-h/PICT2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKSUddRf-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gXu9FPwA1Xk/s400/PICT2606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211388599023534050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKSURK0AtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Vn-b5TRRgKI/s1600-h/PICT2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKSURK0AtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Vn-b5TRRgKI/s400/PICT2607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211388595724878546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKXP9AuqlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZpCoMJl6ocY/s1600-h/PICT2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKXP9AuqlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZpCoMJl6ocY/s400/PICT2608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211394019152538194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKXP6BaKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ALClmuO7J9s/s1600-h/PICT2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKXP6BaKfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ALClmuO7J9s/s400/PICT2609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211394018350082546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKXQEsAhRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xVd0dPlDQdc/s1600-h/PICT2610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKXQEsAhRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xVd0dPlDQdc/s400/PICT2610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211394021213111570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKXQTQ-HzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/16DeWn_-KkM/s1600-h/PICT2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKXQTQ-HzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/16DeWn_-KkM/s400/PICT2612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211394025126240050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKXQmdIBZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ek1mgLVZsCY/s1600-h/PICT2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKXQmdIBZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ek1mgLVZsCY/s400/PICT2613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211394030277494162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKYVlNEbAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/94W_kiQcARk/s1600-h/PICT2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKYVlNEbAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/94W_kiQcARk/s400/PICT2616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211395215352687618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKYV-360-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/qmsDwoxMt5A/s1600-h/PICT2617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKYV-360-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/qmsDwoxMt5A/s400/PICT2617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211395222243300322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKYV43ZSbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HYLZSBrxSMw/s1600-h/PICT2618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKYV43ZSbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HYLZSBrxSMw/s400/PICT2618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211395220630489522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKYWHnWW9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CtrJllUzizg/s1600-h/PICT2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKYWHnWW9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CtrJllUzizg/s400/PICT2619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211395224589720530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKYWh9oCcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nZpZl5nd3i0/s1600-h/PICT2620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKYWh9oCcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nZpZl5nd3i0/s400/PICT2620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211395231662475714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKckl965WI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dO-VmtRWOTc/s1600-h/PICT2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKckl965WI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dO-VmtRWOTc/s400/PICT2621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211399871302133090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKdoiCeq9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Mrp-guSHVSE/s1600-h/PICT2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKdoiCeq9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Mrp-guSHVSE/s400/PICT2622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211401038478617554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKen5zY3kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CLCzGg4EIqk/s1600-h/PICT2624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKen5zY3kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CLCzGg4EIqk/s400/PICT2624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211402127189532226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKeoKTApUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZMhQMT4ZYHo/s1600-h/PICT2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKeoKTApUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZMhQMT4ZYHo/s400/PICT2627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211402131617129794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKeoHN6kRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/itdMBubpUB8/s1600-h/PICT2628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKeoHN6kRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/itdMBubpUB8/s400/PICT2628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211402130790453522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKeoZTxOqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ghvSwpC257Y/s1600-h/PICT2629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKeoZTxOqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ghvSwpC257Y/s400/PICT2629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211402135646845602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKeoTPCm8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/wNaA10PBT2k/s1600-h/PICT2630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKeoTPCm8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/wNaA10PBT2k/s400/PICT2630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211402134016400322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the gambling session, and hell yah, i learnt mahjong :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKU9JmkRAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0MWz_bHRrk/s1600-h/PICT2597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKU9JmkRAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0MWz_bHRrk/s400/PICT2597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211391497091695618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKU9FtqjFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZsSfdJGxGJs/s1600-h/PICT2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKU9FtqjFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZsSfdJGxGJs/s400/PICT2598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211391496047725650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKU9anoz7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/cM2xoYR3KLw/s1600-h/PICT2639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKU9anoz7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/cM2xoYR3KLw/s400/PICT2639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211391501659590578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKU9SfK24I/AAAAAAAAAH8/dVbiU1P0gM8/s1600-h/PICT2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKU9SfK24I/AAAAAAAAAH8/dVbiU1P0gM8/s400/PICT2637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211391499476589442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKU9uC-HEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jqcjn1BItHk/s1600-h/PICT2640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKU9uC-HEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jqcjn1BItHk/s400/PICT2640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211391506874506306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKhGkGlD1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/OSROJKA9mMs/s1600-h/PICT2653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKhGkGlD1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/OSROJKA9mMs/s400/PICT2653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211404852963643218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell to the yeah, we drank man :D not much but we did still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFPAOCbSZMI/AAAAAAAAALM/DMcg7bdDyX4/s1600-h/PICT2643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFPAOCbSZMI/AAAAAAAAALM/DMcg7bdDyX4/s400/PICT2643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211720541199819970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grapefruit one was supposedly red and they would make perfect illustration of traffic lights. but someone finished it before the photo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all went to sleep at about 4, talked cock for about 2 hrs and felt asleep at 6 the next morning. ama surrendered first. while we were still talking, we already heard her SNORING peacefully with her head on my thighs :D lol. lynna's been quite dead the whole day suddenly woke up while the rest was darn tired. her biological clock is different i guess. haha. and it's quite interesting to wake up the next morning to find out you've been in bed all night with kristy a lone (apparently  some how ama was found on the mattress on the floor. lynna and fu di went down stair to the beloved couch. god knows what they did there lol :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKiE2ZFphI/AAAAAAAAAKk/coafJM9q7_M/s1600-h/PICT2654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKiE2ZFphI/AAAAAAAAAKk/coafJM9q7_M/s400/PICT2654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211405923025004050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKiFB4EwVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/H4tCG8IRgAY/s1600-h/PICT2655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKiFB4EwVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/H4tCG8IRgAY/s400/PICT2655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211405926107758930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we left for pool, again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKiFamwTWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASdmtzxoszY/s1600-h/PICT2656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKiFamwTWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASdmtzxoszY/s400/PICT2656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211405932746001762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKiFXIuZxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/PuODaPJUNws/s1600-h/PICT2658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKiFXIuZxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/PuODaPJUNws/s400/PICT2658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211405931814741778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that kristy and ama left coz they have tuition -.- muggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we sticked around for the pool until 5 30. the rest of the people will only come at 6 30. so we spent the 1 hr extra playing PHOTOHUNT :D lol played until our eyes can see angels flying around :P siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everyone arrived, we all had dinner at cartel. their food was okay lah, but super full man. i swear im not gonna eat pork ribs again. -.- the complications and agony of slicing the bones was super annoying lah -.-" my arms got good exercises though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we (meaning lynna, fudi, kai ting, me, xiu hui, wanyun, jing min, joyce, xiu rong, huiwei, jia sheng and zhuochun) headed back to the chalet for more mahjong :) and class video + baby photos. it's super hilarious when they looked at xiu hui's baby photo and thought it was minlu :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everyone had left and there were only 4 of us, we set out for vivo city after America's next top model. haha. somehow we had the idea that we can get into vivo city at night and go all the way to the roof top to enjoy the fresh air and the wind. believe it or not, we went for it, brought along cards and jacket, also prepared to buy booze on the way. lol didn't turn out as we expected. vivo city was not that open to us as we thought lol. we were almost stuck in the stuffy and hot staircase and car park (super big lor) until we realised that the Giant's door was unlocked. haha so we continued trespassing from basement 2 to basement 1. realised that there were a lot of cleaners around and honestly, plus we are not the most daring people around -.-, so we decided to play safe and forget it. we got out of the building through car's way out from the car park. lucky for us, there was a cab right there so we decided to go to CLARKE QUAY :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking around clarke quay and realizing that we were so underdressed, we continued walking until siao to explore the area. quite amazing at night actually. we stopped by 7-11 to buy some alcohol. lol, fu di and i shared the long island tea, kai ting and lynna got 1 bottle of the fruity (forgot the name) each. we decided to sit down at a satay place to rest and play cards and of course, eat satay :) i got 1 more daiquiri for myself. lynna said it tasted like medicine. i thought it's okay, but sex on the beach is definitely better. we got tired of playing cards and decided to continue walking. it's time for 3 of them realised that they got a little dizzy coz of the alcohol :)) haha, fu di was the worst, i could even feel his dizziness when he carried me pick-a-back. we explore all the way from clarke quay to robertson quay and boat quay :)) it's a super long walk lah, must be at least 4 km. headed home at 4 30 on a cab. and again, we arrived at chevron realising the gates were closed. so another illegal activity went on undetected. we climbed the gate :) we slacked around until 6 again and went to sleep when fu di and lynna were too tired. too bad we didn't take any photo. somebody brought camera but forgot to take it along with our trip at night -.-" typical piggy kai ting! too bad that ama didn't believe we did all those things :)) haha, stop deluding yourself just because you are jealous you weren't there, ama :P hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. shame on you XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3: we woke up at 8 (9 for fu di), bathed and packed our bags, prepared to check out. helped lynna brought her stuff back home, then we all left. fu di was too tired so he took a cab back home. lynna walked me and kai ting to the bus stop where luckily for kai ting, 335 arrived in no time. something quite intriguing was kinda discovered by lynna and me but lynna chose to temporarily ignore it :) i headed hostel and mugged. now i just finished the tedious job of blogging this post -.- took me 1 hr with all the photos -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-4095465322395174309?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4095465322395174309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=4095465322395174309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4095465322395174309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4095465322395174309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/06/lol-so-i-came-back-from-class-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SFKFALMm2TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/afFT3P4dcWQ/s72-c/PICT2556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395763557592626853.post-8136833196528391704</id><published>2008-06-09T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:17:35.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watching "So you think you can dance" just now. there were some really good dancers. but there were a lot of bad ones also. anyway, i'm not going into details about this for what matters. but there was this contestant who claimed that he represented the male sex image. and the irony is that he's not even sexy in every single way. the name is david something that i can't recall. and his dancing was terrible also. after his performance, there was this quarrel between one of the judge and his mother about his true ability. they talked about facing the reality and follow one's dream. the mother said he loves dancing and everything so he should just follow his dream and one day he'll get what he wants. but the nigel, the judge said he must face the harsh reality that he can't dance at all instead of living in illusion that he's some kind of hot dancer with sexy moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am thinking about this a lot also. it's good to follow your dream, especially the one you are passionate about coz then you will have the motivation and strength to overcome the obstacles and finally achieve your goal. but then what if you are not good at all. you have no skills whatsoever, you don't even have what it takes to do the job. it will be a regretful if it is true and you don't even realise it. you keep living in your dream, or in other words, you see what you want to see. what good it will be if you keep chasing after things you can't get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how are we going to keep a clear head in the game that we are so enthusiastic, passionate and excited to play? i can't, really. and i wonder how many dreams have i followed blindly? and am i doing anything like that now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-8136833196528391704?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/8136833196528391704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol so i practically spent the whole day with fuddy today :D lol initially i thought i maybe weird coz i hardly spent time alone with him (eeewww, sounds wrong :P). but turned out okay actually :)) haha, we played pool (i meant the green one :D) and arcade, the photo hunt one and some random chinese game one. felt quite gay actually lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we met up with charlyn, kristy, jia sheng, zhuochun, kai ting, jinghuai and ama (this is according to the order of appearance) :D and surprisingly charlyn was not late :P yup, and we had dinner at the japanese mache place in raffles city, shudoku i think :) very nice leh. haha, seriously i must go there again, when i'm not broke though:D. and the flowers were so damn expensive for some reasons -.-" luckily there were 8 of us to share so it's quite okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was the band concert lah. honestly speaking, they were magnificent lah, but sadly it's not my kind of music so i can't fully appreciate the whole concert. but the stage performance was nice, funny and cute :D lol neway, congrats lynna, you guys did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i watched sex and the city the other day with a senior. nice show. shame on all of you who are under 18 :D lol apart from all the sex scenes (which are a lots - duh, look at the name of the movie :P) the plot is quite nice lah. okay, i will not put spoiler here, but it's a worthy show, even if you didn't watch the series itself. and all the glamour clothes *drooling* there were this scene when samantha, i think, went shopping. her car trunk was like full of versace, gucci, louis vuiton and so and so lah. and by "full" i meant really full :D. walao, wish 1 day i can buy my wife all those things :D i want to go watch the kungfu panda one also. should be quite funny :D, help me relax from all the notes and books -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup, i'm leading towards a healthy lifestyle now man :D despite my allergy to chlorine, i now go swimming everyday hahaha. can you believe it? and just for your information, it's not for the sake of my height. it's just that i'm bored from all the books and need to relax. it's also a way to minimize my *ahem* little daniel :P haha i'm so proud of myself :D and i also realised why i hate sports so much. just because playing sports makes me feel hot and dry and thirsty and all kind of irritating feeling :D lol so yah, i also realise the one and only sport that i won't feel any of those symptoms: swimming :D such a great discovery for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's basically about my life until now :D so good night and pray that class chalet will come soon. looking forward to it :D to those who confirm will camp there for 3 days 2 nites: that's the way man, we rock :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-4731705552415403046?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4731705552415403046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=4731705552415403046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4731705552415403046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4731705552415403046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/06/lol-so-i-practically-spent-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-1729999051798871834</id><published>2008-06-05T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:17:18.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol okay, so i got bored and tired of mugging life and took a break from it. went blogging and chatting online instead. and surprisingly i came across this personality test from some random person's blog :) it's quite a fun one actually, and amazing also :P so here it is, follow the instruction in italic =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take your time with this test and you will be amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just 4 questions and the answers will surprise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warning!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be honest and don't cheat by looking up the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mind is like a parachute, it works best when it is opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is fun to do but you have to follow the instructions very closely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not Cheat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make A WISH!! before you begin your test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are only 4 questions and if you see them all before finishing, you will not have honest results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go down slowly, and complete each exercise as you scroll down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't look ahead. Get pencil and paper to write your answers as you go along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will need it at the end. This is an honest questionnaire which will tell you alot abut your true self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give an answer for each item. The first thing that comes to mind is usually your best answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember, no one sees this but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(1) Put the 5 following animals in the order of your preference:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cow, Tiger, Sheep, Horse, Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(2) Write one word that describes each of the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dog, Cat, Rat, Sea, Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(3) Think of someone, who also knows you, which you can relate them to the following colours. Do NOT repeat your answer twice. Name just one person for each colour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(4) Finally, write down your favourite number, and your favourite day of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finished? Please be sure that your answers are what you REALLY WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the interpretations below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but first before continuing, repeat your wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANSWERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(1)  This will define your priorities in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cow signifies CAREER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiger signifies PRIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheep signifies LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Horse signifies FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pig signifies MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your description of dog implies your own personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your description of cat implies the personality of your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your description of rat implies the personality of your enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your description of coffee is how you interpret sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your description of the sea implies your own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yellow: Someone you will never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Orange: someone you consider your true friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Red: Someone that you really love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;White: Your twin soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Green: Someone that you will remember for the rest of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You have to send this message to as many persons as your favourite number and your wish will come true on the day that you recorded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    This is what Dalai Lama has said about the Millenium - just take a few seconds! to look it up, read it and think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not put away this message, the mantra will come out of your hands in the next 96 hours. You will have a pleasant surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, there it is. did you enjoy it? lol in fact i did :) i think the last one is crap lah, but from 1 - 3 is quite intriguing and fun right? yep yep, so here's what i got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for (1), i listed sheep, tiger, horse, cow, pig. so basically my priorities in life are love, pride, family, career and money. lol i quite agree with the love one, but it never occurs to me that i have a big PRIDE =)) hey that doesnt mean i don't have any okay -.- just that i never thought i'm egoistic lah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for (2), haha this is the funny one. i wrote loyal for dog, scratches for cat, cheese for rat, beautiful for sea and fragrant for coffee. lol so this means i'm a loyal person (see? im loyal to y'all man :P), my partner is scratchy? -.-" and my enemies are cheesy? -______-" oh yah, and my life is beautiful man :) yup and i think sex is fragrant rofl :)) not bad, quite true actually :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for (3), yellow is my mum. and ama, you are orange -.-" can't believe you are my true friend :)). red is my sister. and green is "kien beo" :)) yup, i think it's quite correct or accurate like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll have to send this to 7 people and hopefully i will get my wish (which is having lots of money actually) on a random thurs (hey it's today!!!) okay i have to go and look for some bucket of money now :)) treasure hunter man :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-1729999051798871834?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1729999051798871834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=1729999051798871834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1729999051798871834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1729999051798871834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/06/lol-okay-so-i-got-bored-and-tired-of.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-731053452161275205</id><published>2008-05-28T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:19:52.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more frigging days, then my life will just evolve around notes, figure and graphs :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-731053452161275205?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/731053452161275205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=731053452161275205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/731053452161275205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/731053452161275205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-more-frigging-days-then-my-life-will.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-107202554529993320</id><published>2008-05-24T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:37:53.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times have u guys ditched me like this? next time if you can't be sure about something, don't go and promise me like that! u gave me hope, the burst my bubbles when they are like floating high up there -.-". anyway, you guys will not come here, you guys broke your promise to me, fine! i'm used to it anyway -.- but do you know how much your little daughter has been longing for the trip? you think she will accept your lame excuses? i don't think so. u'd better brace yourself for her outrage! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the whole reason for that loud shout up there is that my family is not coming here! yah! wat the hell! okay, i noe they get caught up with their job lah, but can they like chill for a while and get here for just a few days -.- heck care. i can't be bothered alr. will just give me more time to mug -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, and i'm being awed by the speed of hostel connection. it reaches 2MB/s leh :D omg, im downloading movie like siao :)) 20 mins per movie, can you believe it? it's so awesome that i don't mind carrying my heavy laptop all the way from my hall to computer room (there's air con there anyway :p) and here i am, downloading to death :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep reminding myself how close aristal is and how far we are from perfection :( haiz, gotta work hard. dance like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to class chalet and buy lynna some tomatoes for her concert lol :D okay, now i don't know how am i supposed to mug when i have all these new movies inside my laptop. so tempting :(( and there it is, the goals in front of me every time i study at my desk -.- haiyo, but it's such a waste if i don't enjoy the benefits of super high speed internet. people will call me stupid! okay nvm, i will go mug :) see, i'm not easily bribed okay :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-107202554529993320?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/107202554529993320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=107202554529993320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/107202554529993320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/107202554529993320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/05/aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-504881749865412224</id><published>2008-05-23T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:14:35.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, last day of school, what did i do? hmm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;council investiture: well, it's been 2 years but somehow still felt sad about the whole stepping down thing. i know many of them up there cried today, like many of us did 2 years ago. i think it's strange&lt;br /&gt;just how much this thing affected me lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yep, so i've discovered through both tarot and palmistry that my career in the future is gonna blossom lol. i ll have lots of money, get what i want and high positions lol. tarot also predicted something bad about my family. just hope the art is wrong lol :D well, will not get affected by this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also i finalised things out. made up my mind. yup =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it's time to mug hard lol, i ve a whole lot of career to make true :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-504881749865412224?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/504881749865412224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=504881749865412224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/504881749865412224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/504881749865412224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-last-day-of-school-what-did-i-do-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-3264757053197903337</id><published>2008-05-20T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:28:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wth! so what is all the shit you've been telling me all these times? what the hell happened to all the "oh it's okay, we will never push you. study at your own pace. do whatever you want."? and now you throw the shit to my face with "we never stretched the idea coz we thought that you understand well that you HAVE to get As. we thought that you know you are supposed to make us proud." okay, here's a shocking fact, i've got no effing ideas, okay. you never tell me that i have to get As. i only know to try my best. but my best does not equal to As! so cut the crap and get realistic! it's not like i don't have pressure over here! you want As? come and see for yourself! and yes, i want to make you proud. but unfortunately maybe we have different definitions of "proud". oh yah and please stop with the issue of where i'm going to next. it's my problem and whatever you guys want, keep it away from the phone coz i don't want to hear. dad, do you remember when you told me it's my fight? yes, it's mine. so let me fight it, let me be the commander. you have no ideas how you've disappointed me. do you know that whenever my friends complained about their parents being pushy and stuff, i was so proud and happy to have such cool and understanding parents like you. but now, do you think i can ever be like that? well maybe, but on other fields. i love you guys and i know you guys love me. but i have my limits and honestly i'm pushing beyond it. so back off and give me some space. stop telling me to go study coz i was doing it every single time u called. just have faith in me, that i will make you guys proud okay. coz i myself am having doubts about how far i can go already. it's a promise, i will make you guys proud coz i'm your son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of the emo stuff. so yah, apart from the stupid phone call which was the reason for that whole lot of words above, my life recently evolved around books and notes. oh yah, about the worst subject in the world called mathematics, i recently regretted taking it. it's such a killing and boring thing to do. nowadays, i sleep and pon every single maths lesson that is possible, if not i would do something else (if it's lecture) or sleep (if it's tutorial). my tutor? lol he doesn't even care. and the heck with that. and lectures? i hate that they're so draggy and after every level test, the teachers became so pissy just because the results were not as expected. oh yah and maths teachers are despo people. they are desperately cramming as much stuff as possible into our brain so that we are so called prepared for the common test (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;chem, after a day with the topical book, turned out to be quite difficult indeed. well, i'm happy that at least i didn't start off too late. econs is still an amazing subject. lol. feel so alive when it comes to econs lessons, despite of a long day of all the hypnotic subjects like GP (double period!), maths (also double) and PW (crapping session for exact).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, today after school, there was this kind of emergency thingy on the bus at hwa chong bus stop. well, an old guy had a stroke i think, then the ambulance came along and took him away. i hope he's okay now. just a notice, the emergency people, or whatever you call them, don't look hurried but rather deliberate, relaxed and even a bit of reluctant instead. one of them was rather rude also, scolded some other old man. lol well, i don't really know. but it's the first time i saw and emergency situation like that though. well, apart from the life threatening stuff, it's quite cool actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw, i think SPF is throwing some CSI competition. so cool. but it's like on 28th June. so figured i should concentrate on my study then. it just sound cools doing all that fighting crime stuff. at least it's exciting, brain stretching, challenging, risky, adventurous and you may fail, soooo not like maths -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, holiday is coming, just a few more days. well, can't wait for aristal to be over. can't wait for class chalet :) can't wait to mug also =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-3264757053197903337?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/3264757053197903337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=3264757053197903337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/3264757053197903337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/3264757053197903337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/05/wth-so-what-is-all-shit-youve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-9020999946878794348</id><published>2008-05-16T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:13:29.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just get comment test schedule. i guess it's okay. everything is compiled in 1 short week. then i can relax during the super long weekend. but recently i got demoralized by the past year' result. only 50% passed for phys and 25% for chem. i've always known that nj papers are meant to fail students, but i never suspected it's this bad. neway, here are my expectations for the test. i will try my best to get these results. just want to put them here as a sign of confirmation, commitment and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths: if i don't get A (a high one), i'll just kill myself (some sleeping pills will do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phys: i still handle this subject quite okay, so i will go for at least a B. this is just to be fair to the subject which i used to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem: im not really fond of the subject lor. so i guess another B should be sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs: this is my love =)) so i'll just go as far as possible. especially i want to take H3, im hoping for a pass, at least B? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP: haha this one i don't really care. as long as i pass can alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now i've got a goal. will try to achieve it. mug. hopefully my effort will be paid off. at least even if i don't get those results, i won't have to regret coz i know i've put in my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i was hooked up with rubik. haha, it's a fun and cool game man. help me relax my mind whenever i get stuck with smt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes so fast. i have exactly 1 and a half years left to decide. and im still in confusion. i haven't made up my mind yet. im still being torn among choices. i know what i want to do. but where? which place is the best choice? i need that answer in order to focus. Oh god, i need to talk to someone who is sensible and full of wisdom lol :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-9020999946878794348?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/9020999946878794348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=9020999946878794348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/9020999946878794348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/9020999946878794348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-get-comment-test-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-9064003374571922273</id><published>2008-05-13T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:59:35.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sore-throat. Sore-throat. SORE-THROAT =.= i really cannot speak loudly now. it feels very weird not speaking at my normal level. people feel weird also :) during this period of time, i like math coz i've always been silent in math class and concentrate on my work and it doesn't make any differences whether i'm sick or not. thought i was done and over with all the tedious math stuff like binomial theorem, then again i bang into maclaurin's theory. damn this person, he just improvised from binomial stuff and made my brain suffer for nearly 1.5 hrs -.- i hate all the tedious and boring stuff. it's annoying that u ve to repeat the same things again and again. just so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched 27 dresses. nice show (haha that's why i chose the topic on marriage for gp today lol :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, aristal = burden and totally not fun. but yep, i'll just do my best for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking lately. haha, there're a lot of things i've not done for really a long time:&lt;br /&gt;1. sleep more than 5 hrs on weekday. dunno why, just couldn't sleep earlier. my biological clock got problems i think lol :(&lt;br /&gt;2. see my parents' faces first thing in the morning. yep, they used to be on my bed whenever i woke up until late secondary school. lol :( now first thing i see in the morning is the ceiling :)&lt;br /&gt;3. proper breakfast. lol yup, like ever since i came here, i've forgotten what breakfast is. if it's weekdays, i'd be lucky to make it in time for school. if it's weekend, my breakfast is always my lunch, sometimes even dinner :(&lt;br /&gt;4. do exercises except for pe. lol this is a real embarrassment :p hmm, i don't remember the last time i ran on my own will. i think this explains for little daniel :)&lt;br /&gt;5. oh yes, haha this one is a proud one. lol. watching porn. haha yup, it's really been a looooooong time :) i guess at some point you'll just get bored with the stuff haha. just the same thing in different positions and background i think :) a round of applause please.&lt;br /&gt;6. use telephone. haha yes, i know this is a random one but yah. even when i come back home, my parents usually answer the calls and people just get to me by sms or mobile :)&lt;br /&gt;7. read doraemon. haha i was addicted to it until i left vietnam lol. too bad comics here are too ex and there're other better things to invest in, like food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really not a long list but it's all i can think of right now. will update if i remember something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really ridiculous sometimes i think about it. i hate silence but i like ... silence. i'm really not that committed but i care about ... problems. i used to hate things that now i like. and it's because ... can you fill in the blanks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-9064003374571922273?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/9064003374571922273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=9064003374571922273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/9064003374571922273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/9064003374571922273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/05/sore-throat.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-193394731045970468</id><published>2008-05-07T19:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:05:32.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, my sore-throat got worse -.-" it's like killing me now. it pains a lot when i talk and thanks to my strong lungs, I experience the pain quite often (lol i really think i need to learn to speak softly somehow :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers are getting pissy day by day, and for some reasons, they chose today to be the day they trash all those piss on students. The day started with the econs teacher scolded us for not getting the notes in time for lectures. Okay, it's sort of our fault not getting updated and the rep is not there and all. But scold us can already, why need to specifically attack the IPs? -.- I really can't be bothered by this issue already. People take too much of a deal out of it lah. Just don't push it lah. The more you push it, the more people are aware of the gap lor. And still talking about it in such negative ways -.-" Haiyo, okay lah, let's just continue. Luckily for me I didn't have to experience the second teacher lol. But it was quite scary lah lol :D I really can't talk more about it without being more specific on the person so yah, will stop here XD. Whao, the happy ending for today was the best man lol. We got scolded for choosing not come come down to the field for sport day but crapping in the canteen instead. And most probably will have to do CW for it. The teacher was like mad when scolding us lah lol. Haha, I think it's really our fault lor, slackers mah. But I think it's the first time I ever see that teacher get that MAD lol. It's really scary. Luckily the teacher didn't call upon the higher power or we'll just die right there haha =)) But well, according to Fuddy, we can do CW together, which will most probably be FUN also lol :D, just pray it's not toilet or rubbish can alr lah XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is like killing our pockets. A lot of money was spent on eating and drinking (and ironically, we only have 1 frigging free period during the whole week). And have to pay for the all the notes somemore. Walau, I miss IP1 and 2 years man, when all the notes are paid for by (lol, i also dunno, but not ME lol :D). Then they are collecting KM fees -.-" lol I think I'll just go on diet from tmr onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I'm getting a hold of the school work and stuff. Feels so good. I suddenly feel motivated work hard. lol I'm not living up the the name of this blog, okay lah, the second part only lol :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-193394731045970468?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/193394731045970468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=193394731045970468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/193394731045970468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/193394731045970468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmm-my-sore-throat-got-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-4946266527803514257</id><published>2008-05-03T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:16:08.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is to answer Hentai's calling lol, even though i did tag her blog (for the 1st time i guess :p). so here goes my confessions lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Real name: Nguyen Duc Chinh/Daniel&lt;br /&gt;2. Nick name: Da Niao, Tit, Round, Birdy and watever u can think of -.-"&lt;br /&gt;3. Married to: My hands?! lol kidding. Not yet lah. Some demure girl maybe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Male or Female: Male lah, I have proof!&lt;br /&gt;5. High school: Some random physic gifted school back in Vietnam -.-"&lt;br /&gt;6. College: NJC&lt;br /&gt;7. Short or long hair: Short&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you a health freak: Duh, of coz not lah =))&lt;br /&gt;9. Height: 16smt cm. I noe! Dun rub it in!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a crush on someone: Nope&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like yourself: Hahahahahaha, of coz&lt;br /&gt;12. Piercings: Used to have, but now there's only a big scar.&lt;br /&gt;13. Righty or Lefty: Righty XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. First surgery: Fortunately not yet, but most likely to happen in near future :)&lt;br /&gt;15. First piercing: Last year?! lol&lt;br /&gt;16. First person you see in the morning: My roommate!&lt;br /&gt;17. First award: Hmm, some academic thingy which I don't rmb&lt;br /&gt;18. First sport you joined: Some martial art thingy, both Karate and Teakwondo I think. I noe I don't look like I did those things =.=&lt;br /&gt;19. First pet: A turtle. It ended up in my mom's soup pot. I changed to more intelligent animals afterward like cats and dogs =)) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;20. First vacation: Some random beach in Vietnam. I was freaking 3 okay, and my dad happily FORGOT me there until he realised, I quote him, "smt was missing" -.-&lt;br /&gt;21. First crush: Some kindergarten mate that I don't rmb much except for the exceptionally nice smell on her ... bag lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Eating: Instant noodles. Sucks but still better than hostel food! Don't get me start -.-&lt;br /&gt;23. Drinking: Coffee. Believe it or not, it acts as my sleeping pills!&lt;br /&gt;24. I'm about to: Continue typing! Duh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Want kids: Of coz lah. 4 of them, 2 boys 2 girls. I believe in gender equality lol :P&lt;br /&gt;26. Want to get married: Like I can produce those 4 kids by myself -.-' and I have my needs also lah :))&lt;br /&gt;27. Career in mind: Financing/Banker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Kissed a stranger: Well, kind of. But it's an accident though :P and it's a woman! @__@&lt;br /&gt;29. Drunk bubbles: I have other better things to do while bathing -.-&lt;br /&gt;30. Lost glasses/contacts: Lots of time lol&lt;br /&gt;31. Run away from home: Siao! So comfy at home lah! Now I'm like wishing to be there can!!!!&lt;br /&gt;32. Liked someone younger: YESSSSS&lt;br /&gt;33. Liked someone older: EWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;34. Broken someone's heart: Errrr, nope i guess :P So kind lor&lt;br /&gt;35. Been arrested: Obviously NOT. I'm a proper GUY!&lt;br /&gt;36. Cried when someone died: Yup!&lt;br /&gt;37. Liked a friend: Nope lah. I LOVE them lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Yourself: 100% (can I put more? lol)&lt;br /&gt;39. Miracles: Sadly not really&lt;br /&gt;40. Heaven: Surprisingly yes&lt;br /&gt;41. Santa Claus: How old do u think I am? X( Of coz not lah!&lt;br /&gt;42. Angels: Hmm, not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Is there one person you want to be with right now: More than 1.&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you believe in God: Sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, yup, that's it. And I'm not tired nor sleepy yet -.- Will go read up for chem spa then.&lt;br /&gt;Nite everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-4946266527803514257?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4946266527803514257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=4946266527803514257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4946266527803514257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4946266527803514257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-to-answer-hentais-calling-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-4945937616021717281</id><published>2008-04-29T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:00:25.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, this is to reply lynna's tag :D i just don't really know what i'm gonna write here. Is this because there're too many things or there's nothing to write about? I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, Island Creamery and McDonald's @ Serene Ctr have become a familiar place for the 3 of us (should we include Fuddy? lol) and it has become more often than weekly :D It feels really good when you have someone to talk to freely (this includes crapping as well as serious stuff conversations XD). I never thought I could ever be friend these people, so superficial and so sick  and so fat maybe?! (kidding :P). Anyway, thanks for knowing what I really am. You know who you are :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, Econs has become my most favourite subject XD and the only subject I don't feel sian or sleepy during the tutorial (still doesnt apply for lectures though, thanks to the ever cooling air-con lol :P). Surprisingly, it's the only subject I ever feel like it when writing essays. And I hate the label of a scholar. Sometimes I just want to be a normal student. What's with all the concept "Scholars are supposed to do well"? The fact that up until now I can still handle things just because I struggle each and everyday, same with all of you. And I'm not the best of the scholars also. I'm just so over with such "Chey, you scholar don't need to study one lah" -.-. I DO NEED! And I do complain about all those sleepless nights and the "suckiness" of school. You people just happily ignore it. I don't know stuff in advance anymore. All of these are just as new to me as to you. So I'll really appreciate "Good luck" rather than "Aiya, you scholar sure can lah" before tests and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world now evolves around eating, sleeping, mugging and dancing. Aristal is 1 month away. And it scares me that we are barely making progress. The boys! It scares me when up until now you guys only know half of the dance. And with this speed, I don't think we are going anywhere! Why am i so worried over this? Some people think that I'm after EXCO. But oh, fact is that I don't care. EXCO or not, I still like dancing, and by looking at the current fact, I genuinely despise the EXCO positions. For all I know, this maybe the last Aristal I ever do. So I just want it to be as perfect as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate living like this. Not being taken seriously just because you are so loud normally and people just think "Oh, so he's just like that, so childish and whatever he says is bullshit or crap". From experiences, I've known enough to look beyond people's normal cover and keep an open mind for whatever their real self may be. And I'm not asking for u people to do the same for me. Just that I pity you people for missing such a wonderful person like me muahahahaahahaha. I'm neither childish nor deep. I'm both. And why the hell must people have the stupid concept that childish and always-laughing-and-joking people are not serious about stuff? Oh then here's a shocker, except for the airheads, those people are the one who thinks most okay. So change ur rigid pathetic concept or you people will just miss out lots of things in life. It's for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of having to constantly check the handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that all these halfdays and off-in-lieu come in such good timing. I'm so wiped out, both physically and mentally (and again, just few people notice coz they think I'm all that energetic -.-). Sore-throat, flu, headache. All of these are just killing me. I can't wait for Labour Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-4945937616021717281?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4945937616021717281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=4945937616021717281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4945937616021717281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4945937616021717281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-this-is-to-reply-lynnas-tag-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-1638412427442984578</id><published>2008-04-18T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:00:25.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things went all wrong. why is this happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be involved in this in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now it's too late. i can't withdraw anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all my fault&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-1638412427442984578?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1638412427442984578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=1638412427442984578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1638412427442984578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1638412427442984578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-went-all-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-7227112250679948077</id><published>2008-04-14T02:44:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:36:00.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of things happened lately and I really don't want to mention them here. Those things were either sensitive or too private or i don't even remember =)). Things came and kept bugging me, up until now. I'm just happy that I can talk to people. And school is like no life. For me now, it's just mug and mug. Sounds damn pathetic, but it's true. Strangely, somethings keep motivate me going to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm totally into Faith Hill's "There you'll be". I listen to it like every time I on my laptop and constantly put it on loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's like 3 am and I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss being carefree and slacking. Sounds stupid but right now I'd rather stay as a kid. I have to think about stuff I don't even want to deal with. I have to please everyone's wants. But again, I can talk to people, and it's a blessing. No, I'm not emotional now. I'm just troubled with things going on. I feel like I need to pour something out, or else I'll just explode. I don't know what's wrong with me. I am a good listener. People come to me and talk. But I suck at sharing. All the troubles I keep to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mom like crazy. Times like this, the fact that she's there can comfort me. I miss my dad like crazy. Moments like this, I treasures his advices. I miss my sister like crazy. Just her beautiful smiles can also cheer me up. Gosh, did I make a huge mistake coming here? I believe not. I'm not regretting. I guess at some point of time you'll have to learn to walk on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, I'm sorry for being mad at you guys for no reasons. It's easier to be mad at you guys than at someone else. Maybe because I know you'll love me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the future is clear. The feeling is genuine. I'm willing to sacrifice. It's a locked book that I'm still looking for the keys. But I'm still believing and keeping faith. The time hasn't come and I'll have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen, sorry for not being able to talk to you lately. I was really busy. No life person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom sent me some photos of the past. I'll just post some decent and not so embarrassing ones here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJcZ7hqqsI/AAAAAAAAACk/QzAnQkfx6yw/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJcZ7hqqsI/AAAAAAAAACk/QzAnQkfx6yw/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188811321229617858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was my parent's wedding. I was probably no where to be detected :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJdMrhqqtI/AAAAAAAAACs/hhV_n9TPgKI/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJdMrhqqtI/AAAAAAAAACs/hhV_n9TPgKI/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188812193107978962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And gosh, they were about to kiss :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJeZLhqquI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Dg3AnYSJJ8s/s1600-h/12_1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJeZLhqquI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Dg3AnYSJJ8s/s400/12_1993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188813507367971554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, that was me doing don't know what between the trees. cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJfxLhqqvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WlHqPhqGL3A/s1600-h/1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJfxLhqqvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WlHqPhqGL3A/s400/1992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188815019196459762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my green bicycle :D my mom said she still keeps it in the store room :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJgfLhqqwI/AAAAAAAAADE/zyCcvPyzfhI/s1600-h/16_12_1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJgfLhqqwI/AAAAAAAAADE/zyCcvPyzfhI/s400/16_12_1994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188815809470442242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me among the cousins. Haha seems like I'm destined for Aerius from young :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJhJbhqqxI/AAAAAAAAADM/dbUzCIe661Q/s1600-h/Chinh_1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJhJbhqqxI/AAAAAAAAADM/dbUzCIe661Q/s400/Chinh_1997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188816535319915282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJhobhqqyI/AAAAAAAAADU/iT0HNJUUKoo/s1600-h/Chinh_ngoai_1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJhobhqqyI/AAAAAAAAADU/iT0HNJUUKoo/s400/Chinh_ngoai_1996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188817067895860002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJiNbhqqzI/AAAAAAAAADc/WvIs_BxrFXU/s1600-h/Nam_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJiNbhqqzI/AAAAAAAAADc/WvIs_BxrFXU/s400/Nam_2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188817703551019826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and grandfather. I looked brightest right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJi7bhqq0I/AAAAAAAAADk/pByo8n4cHJ0/s1600-h/1-4-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJi7bhqq0I/AAAAAAAAADk/pByo8n4cHJ0/s400/1-4-2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188818493825002306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my sister on the left and another cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJjpbhqq1I/AAAAAAAAADs/719IZCv66UE/s1600-h/4_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJjpbhqq1I/AAAAAAAAADs/719IZCv66UE/s400/4_2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188819284098984786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and my grandfather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJkGLhqq2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/WC8CryHdoMw/s1600-h/10122006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJkGLhqq2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/WC8CryHdoMw/s400/10122006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188819778020223842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another cousin with my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJkwrhqq3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/wm1yFb7VKmA/s1600-h/thang4_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJkwrhqq3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/wm1yFb7VKmA/s400/thang4_2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188820508164664178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my dad and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJlR7hqq4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/lpwgmPcyTjI/s1600-h/1_4_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJlR7hqq4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/lpwgmPcyTjI/s400/1_4_2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188821079395314562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, finally my mom :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, that's it for now. Later got lots of things to do. I'd better rest for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-7227112250679948077?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/7227112250679948077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=7227112250679948077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/7227112250679948077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/7227112250679948077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/04/lot-of-things-happened-lately-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/SAJcZ7hqqsI/AAAAAAAAACk/QzAnQkfx6yw/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395763557592626853.post-8477201102830443787</id><published>2008-03-27T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:55:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The CIP today was damn fun! Haha, I like kids, a lots. And it seems that they like me too =)). The most reasonable explanation for this is probably that we have the same wave length. This means I'm childish lah, haha XD. But not really leh, I'm quite mature what :P. Seriously, they are all very adorable and lovable and everything lah, just that they hit my butt a lots :)). I can't wait till next week to see them again lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, JC life is really a turn down leh :( It seems like you have no time to do things lor. Too many stuff and you want to finish everything perfectly. Oh well, you can say I'm a perfectionist, but honestly, I bet you guys feel the same lah. Like right now I'm starving but still have to finish up school stuff because I know there's gonna be more coming tomorrow. I don't want work to pile up lah, damn terrorized lor. And the income elasticity of decent sleep now is like really bigger than 1 lah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must look for something to refresh my brain now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-8477201102830443787?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/8477201102830443787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=8477201102830443787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/8477201102830443787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/8477201102830443787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/cip-today-was-damn-fun-haha-i-like-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-8300702889997833951</id><published>2008-03-26T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:28:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well, it's another gossiping session. So many dark secrets are revealed :D All thanks to the jobless and curious and observant people XD. Walau, I didn't know that 04 has so many scandals and stuff going on. And seriously, I always think teachers are those boring and like really serious people who don't have a life. But common, it's so not true! NJ teachers are like even cooler than us lah, coz we are so busy mugging that didn't put in effort to explore the world inside staff room :D Gossiped until my voice nearly gone lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, the vision of 6 year IP is really haunting me can. Just imagine when you desperately need time and space and silence to mug for the killing A Levels, there are kids running and shouting all around school lah. Damn irritating right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's CIP tomorrow. I love kids :P. The children there better be good and cute lah, or else I'll just die after the super long day :|.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do chem VA and mug econs :( IP3 life sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-8300702889997833951?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/8300702889997833951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=8300702889997833951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/8300702889997833951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/8300702889997833951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-well-its-another-gossiping-session.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-294387894091378493</id><published>2008-03-23T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:48:33.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, just format my whole laptop :D Its super fast now lah :D Haha, damn happy. Thanks to Ariel's hard drive that all my precious data was not lost :) But then somehow I couldn't reinstall the Yahoo Messenger thingy. Shit, I'm so used to it alr :( Can someone help me here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain. Every time it rains, I have this sad feeling, without even knowing why I'm sad. Despite of the coolness and freshness rains bring up, it always reminds me of something sad. Most of the time is my family lah. Being far away from them is really sad and only those people who have experienced it know how terrible this sadness may become sometimes. I'm not that difficult to cry. I'm quite a sensitive one instead. But ever since I came here, I only cried because I was homesick. Right now it's raining and I'm thinking of them again. People are right saying that "You don't know how much things mean to you until you lose them". Well, I've not lost them yet and I'm like this alr. Don't want to think further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should stop with the sad stuff. I really want to watch Koizora again. Oh yes, I downloaded the whole soundtrack alr. Damn nice! And I also have the movie itself, but without sub. I know there's a Chinese sub version, but it's quite useless for me, so I just ignored it and got the raw one. Any one a Jap pro here can do English sub for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to install the rest of stuff into my com =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-294387894091378493?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/294387894091378493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=294387894091378493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/294387894091378493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/294387894091378493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-just-format-my-whole-laptop-d-its.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-3025024197777389036</id><published>2008-03-20T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:36:00.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walau, the movie is so damn nice! It's a Jap movie called "Sky of Love", about the love (of course, duh -.-") of this couple in high school. In the end the guy died because of cancer lah, but then there's a lot of insight details which make the movie really touching and meaningful. Haha, I'm sure that at least all the people around me were crying like hell. But my heartless friend didn't even waste a drop of tear lah. Shame on you! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R-JolTURaPI/AAAAAAAAACM/n6pEkSnZ6TE/s1600-h/aragaki_20071015_02.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R-JolTURaPI/AAAAAAAAACM/n6pEkSnZ6TE/s400/aragaki_20071015_02.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179817511479240946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R-JptTURaQI/AAAAAAAAACU/hAAlfCZ7DKM/s1600-h/photo01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R-JptTURaQI/AAAAAAAAACU/hAAlfCZ7DKM/s400/photo01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179818748429822210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R-JsxjURaRI/AAAAAAAAACc/zP3jrUtAEWc/s1600-h/koizora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R-JsxjURaRI/AAAAAAAAACc/zP3jrUtAEWc/s400/koizora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179822119979149586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bottom line, it's a must watch movie for anyone, whether you are in love, not yet or looking for one :D I think I'm gonna go watch again lah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go bathe now :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-3025024197777389036?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/3025024197777389036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=3025024197777389036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/3025024197777389036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/3025024197777389036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/walau-movie-is-so-damn-nice-its-jap.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R-JolTURaPI/AAAAAAAAACM/n6pEkSnZ6TE/s72-c/aragaki_20071015_02.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395763557592626853.post-1789170793995504819</id><published>2008-03-19T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:46:23.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was really a fun and enriching day. Went for ice skating. Damn fun!!!!!!! I fell like crazy though, just 16 times. I think no one can break my record :D In the end, I got a lot of bruises and blisters. and my feet are damn painful now. But it's worth it. Now I can skate and even turn already =)). So proud of myself :P Will definitely go ice skating again in near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to arcade with Lynna. Gosh that was fun! Haha, we played like all the children's games which are very lame but still, we found them damn interesting and some even surprisingly difficult. We won quite a lot of tickets and decided to save them for a bigger prize :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to school for dance. There's this new guy who joining us for Aristal (Oh yes, you guys die die must go for Aristal leh!). He seems to be a great guy lah, at least on the attitude and social aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all comes down to tomorrow ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-1789170793995504819?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1789170793995504819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=1789170793995504819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1789170793995504819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1789170793995504819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-was-really-fun-and-enriching-day.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-1238221322140232774</id><published>2008-03-15T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:44:46.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I just finished the whole 10 seasons of Friends in just about 2 and a half days! The series is just so funny and really dumb. But then again, it's nice to see those six friends stick around for each other and go through troubles and happiness together.&lt;br /&gt;And obviously from that hardcore movie marathon, you can deduce that my plan for extra SAT and Japanese broke. Never mind that, I still have the whole enrichment week to work on my plan =).&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I totally forgot about the 3 min class video! Shit! If I don't finish it by this weekend, Kai Ting is gonna kill me! Gotta go and finish up the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moves in Step Up 2 are HOT!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, wonderful holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-1238221322140232774?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1238221322140232774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=1238221322140232774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1238221322140232774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1238221322140232774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-believe-i-just-finished-whole-10.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-1670676151566335378</id><published>2008-03-10T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:43:55.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was quite nice. Went out for some fresh air, to the Esplanade library to borrow some DVDs. Then went back to school again for the International Friendship video thingy. 04 always has a way of making the videos so spastic and hilarious. Love all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out with the IP5 and JC3 seniors. Oh well, they all are leaving tomorrow for somewhere else and it's gonna be really hard to see them again. We went to Cathay, had dinner at Pasta Mania. And guess what, we saw Ms. Chua and Mr. Goh Soon Hoe there! They looked soooo cute and compatible man. We did secretly take some photos which I think I shouldn't be posting up here. But then again, if you ask for them, I'll be more than happy to send you personally =)).&lt;br /&gt;Just want to update the blog. And haven't touched any work yet :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-1670676151566335378?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1670676151566335378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=1670676151566335378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1670676151566335378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1670676151566335378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-was-quite-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-6867593515321470972</id><published>2008-03-09T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:23:52.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a perfect holiday until now. I've literally done nothing except sleeping and eating and watching movies ever since. And that feels great, compared to the hell of a busy life I lead in the past term. There's still homework to do, but oh well, I've no intention of starting those things too soon =)) Oh yah, I will have to catch up with my Japanese and SAT soon or else I'll feel very guilty. I've neglected those things and other fun things due to like enormous amount of school work.&lt;br /&gt;And another breaking news, I'll be CCA-less temporarily until 23rd March since the instructor refused to come until that time. On the bright sides, I've got more time for other things. Oh yes, and the swimming thingy is not compulsory anymore. And that means I won't have to do much exercises (or not at all) =)) Finally those swimming people see sense XD&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the chance to set things right as it should be this holiday. Haha, feel like watching some inspirational shows now =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-6867593515321470972?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/6867593515321470972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=6867593515321470972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/6867593515321470972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/6867593515321470972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-perfect-holiday-until-now.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-4573533867908612932</id><published>2008-03-07T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:34:08.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy / Ureshii desune</title><content type='html'>It's holiday man! I was waiting for this from the beginning of the year :) I think I deserve decent rest and sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Band concert today, managed to embarrass Lynna :) The music was really nice and I was so into the Doraemon song (the theme of the concert is anime :p). The encore part was really unexpected with the school anthem. Haha, it's so funny when everyone stood up for the song :) felt like morning assembly. Lamer Lynna is leaving for Japan tomorrow though :) hope she's going to buy something nice for me :)&lt;br /&gt;I think this blog has become my main diary instead of my word-document diary. Need to update that one also. I'm also thinking of posting some parts of my diary up here :D&lt;br /&gt;I guess all the little thing add up is enough to make you feel happy. I'm quite high now. But beside that, there's some weird feeling I can't identify though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think my stupid and pathetic little plan worked out though. Happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-4573533867908612932?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4573533867908612932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=4573533867908612932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4573533867908612932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4573533867908612932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-ureshii-desune.html' title='Happy / Ureshii desune'/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-3827639975288054246</id><published>2008-03-05T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:24:03.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for the Orion programme aptitude test today. Died alr liao -.-" So demoralized. They asked all the chim questions one! I think maths was the most manageable of all. Chem was like the worst with all these weird things.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, don't want to talk about it. Okay, today I went out to buy something for mom :P Oh yes, and good news: I talked to my dad yesterday and told him certain symptoms I'm having now. He concluded that I just started to grow! :)) hehe, so people watch out, I'm going to get taller in no time :P&lt;br /&gt;Enough of these nonsense. Must do econs essay now :) and mug chem some more. Am I a true mugger? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-3827639975288054246?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/3827639975288054246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=3827639975288054246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/3827639975288054246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/3827639975288054246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/went-for-orion-programme-aptitude-test.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-4613837342252654605</id><published>2008-03-04T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:20:36.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will have intensive exercises on march hol -.-" this is just a plan though :p I hate swimming people -.-"&lt;br /&gt;I have tummy :(( and boobs, oops! ):&lt;br /&gt;Again, I hate swimming people, HATE them &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, go to wikip ppl! update and expand info about 04 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-4613837342252654605?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4613837342252654605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=4613837342252654605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4613837342252654605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/4613837342252654605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-will-have-intensive-exercises-on.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-8248683163762496684</id><published>2008-03-02T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:51:05.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I played squash today. Hmm, let me see, it's like the first time in like 6 months I ever played some sort of sports besides compulsory PE and dancing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-8248683163762496684?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/8248683163762496684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=8248683163762496684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/8248683163762496684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/8248683163762496684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-played-squash-today.html' title=''/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-1266066387622272979</id><published>2008-02-29T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:39:32.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled / Namae wo arimasendeshita</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm just so pissed with the KM. All my registration for enrichment week was messed up and appeared like I actually never signed up for anything :(. And I only realized this malfunction today, which is also the closing day. Still not enough, the poor me couldn't reach the HOD IT, so yah, must wait until Mon. I apparently thought that this was gonna be the best enrichment week ever. Wrong! To wrap this up, NJ really needs to re-examine KM system, especially it's going 6 years next year. Oh yes, talking about which, I can't wait to see NJ with a diversity of 17-year-old boys and girls together with Sec 1 kids running around in grey shorts. That must be a laughter! And there's this quite reasonable and reliable rumors going around that NJC is gonna change into NI (National Institute). Oh well, I don't think we sound more professional with that name, but one thing for sure, not much IP people actually like the idea of 6-year-programme. And like a teacher said, what are we going to do for the kids during orientation? Like: "Boys, let me introduce you to the girls! And girls, let me introduce you to the boys! I know they look like aliens now, but worry not. You will get to know each other better in 6 years to come!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of sarcastic thoughts. To prepare myself for a hardcore mugging session this weekend (halo, there are 3 tests next week, not to mention a pile of tutorials), I went out with Yen to watch this super hilarious Korean comedy called "Two faces of my girlfriends". We kept laughing from the start till the end okay. The girl is quite pretty lah, but the guys is like damn disgusting and lame and weird and everything lor. There's some sad stuff going on towards the end but overall, it's really a comedy. I think the evening kind of recharged my carefree mood and fun-loving me is here again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have this kind of situation going on and not very sure what to do. I consulted quite a number of friends, but I think there's no use. Im still convincing myself lah :). So yah, should figure out this soon. And see yah, have fun mugging :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-1266066387622272979?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1266066387622272979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=1266066387622272979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1266066387622272979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/1266066387622272979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/02/untitled-namae-wo-arimasendeshita.html' title='Untitled / Namae wo arimasendeshita'/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-7112256585167151884</id><published>2008-02-27T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:42:50.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you/ Arigatou gozaimasu :D</title><content type='html'>It's like the longest emo and depressing period I have ever had. But then heck cares, I'm so over it now. Anyway, thank you all my friends who have endure, and understand me and even leave me alone through the whole time :P. But I want to thank a few people here. Thank you, Lynna, for talking and enlightening me :) Thank you, Laskmi and Qing Yun, for making me realize that I'm not in the worst situation and for just being there. Thank you, Kien, for just taking the time listening to me, and give me advices even though you have quite important thing tomorrow. Thank you, Yen, for being emo with me :) And so yah, just want to show my appreciation. I'm so happy to see the sentences "We're friends" in your replies :D. Sometimes it's just the power of words right. Oh yah, and thank you Ms. Raaha for just gossiping with us so that I could really laugh, which helped a lots. And I'm really sorry for your recent lost, my bimbo ex-CT :D&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it's basically all of that. So this is to all the people who are emo-ing out there: cheer up man. Whatever comes, deal with it and think of something fun and happy to laugh. Just don't dwell on it too long or else you can't move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-7112256585167151884?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/7112256585167151884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=7112256585167151884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/7112256585167151884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/7112256585167151884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-you-arigatou-gozaimasu-d.html' title='Thank you/ Arigatou gozaimasu :D'/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-527006377934165374</id><published>2008-02-22T12:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:36:01.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad and feeling down/ Kanashii</title><content type='html'>There's a lot of things going on lately... I'm sick. No, I didn't mean mentally, that one is obvious :p. I meant physically. Yah, this is like my first time of total break down. I feel tired, lazy and sick... No fever, just sore-throat, headache, flu, and gingivitis at the same time. And I guess this is the result of all those late night mugging sessions. But I can't help it since night is like my most effective period. Everything seems to just flow into my head at that time. Now I just feel incompetent, worthless and weak. While everyone was cheering and clapping and shouting, all I did was sitting still and stoned. I really hate myself for this.&lt;br /&gt;But I hate that doctor more. The stupid doctor who didn't give me a MC. It's just a note,  for heaven's sake. He said that since I did go to school and just didn't run, I don't need a MC. And he refused to issue one but still charged me 5 bucks. I swear if I wasn't so wiped out, I would have argued with him.&lt;br /&gt;Life is weird and unpredictable. After a miraculous event of me tuning into mugger mood and become a hardworking student, I suddenly lost all the motivations for studying. I just study like a machine without even know why I'm doing it. But luckily though, at least I still study :D. But it's been totally strange though. I'm not happy when I score high and I'm not upset when I score low. What kind of attitude is this?&lt;br /&gt;And to add on to this mess, right now I am having this kind of confusion in my head. It's all the feelings fighting each other, a war between relationships...&lt;br /&gt;Whao, this is like the longest entry I have ever posted :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here are some radom pictures I took along these weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Lynna's calligraphy is not bad sia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R75WFiGL-EI/AAAAAAAAABs/1ofrqCC5Q9s/s1600-h/06022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R75WFiGL-EI/AAAAAAAAABs/1ofrqCC5Q9s/s400/06022008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169664075319998530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my :p - so embrassing :D. But this is my first time writing Chinese what -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R75WUyGL-FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6yJ0-VmKqsk/s1600-h/06022008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R75WUyGL-FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6yJ0-VmKqsk/s400/06022008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169664337313003602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, these are the basketball player from the Olympic team of China. Gosh, they are tall! Seriously, they look like walking giants. Can they like at least give me some of that height, they need so much for what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R75WniGL-GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xundGDMnF10/s1600-h/20022008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R75WniGL-GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xundGDMnF10/s400/20022008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169664659435550818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one is going to play in NBA next year. He's quite a pro liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R75XKyGL-HI/AAAAAAAAACE/7nH98jtU2p4/s1600-h/20022008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R75XKyGL-HI/AAAAAAAAACE/7nH98jtU2p4/s400/20022008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169665265025939570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think I should just stop writing here, or else I'll get more depressed. Right now, the only things that keep me still happy or look happy are my family, friends and dancing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-527006377934165374?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/527006377934165374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=527006377934165374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/527006377934165374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/527006377934165374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/02/sad-and-feeling-down-kanashii.html' title='Sad and feeling down/ Kanashii'/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R75WFiGL-EI/AAAAAAAAABs/1ofrqCC5Q9s/s72-c/06022008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395763557592626853.post-7360411645233565856</id><published>2008-02-12T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:23:23.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful / Omoshiroi desune :D</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a long time I haven't posted here :D okay, here i go. this is quite a beautiful but sad poem. try to guess who wrote it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;The love we once felt?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we were together,&lt;br /&gt;You made my heart melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something has changed,&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels different&lt;br /&gt;There's much to be said&lt;br /&gt;Yet the words are left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied to myself&lt;br /&gt;That we haven't distanced&lt;br /&gt;But I could no longer deny&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly feel your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're on the phone&lt;br /&gt;The silences got bitter&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what you said&lt;br /&gt;I knew you're with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she give you more care,&lt;br /&gt;Or shower you with love?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you prefer,&lt;br /&gt;How much am I worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the guessing&lt;br /&gt;I'm pulling away&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more tears&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever hear your lies&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll be happier&lt;br /&gt;This is real goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice rite :D haha, duh, the story line is mine :p (so proud of myself), but the poem is from another one, and it is .... :D you guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-7360411645233565856?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/7360411645233565856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=7360411645233565856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/7360411645233565856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/7360411645233565856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-omoshiroi-desune-d.html' title='Beautiful / Omoshiroi desune :D'/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-7464090272731291643</id><published>2008-02-04T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:19:19.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH</title><content type='html'>Shit! Some assholes posted like a lot of stupid and obscene things in my tagboard! then things got worse when something went wrong with my account and i cannot delete those lines. So yah, i have to restart again.&lt;br /&gt;For those who have posted properly in my tagboard, i appreciate your concern and care, and thank you. Please continue posting.&lt;br /&gt;For those who posted those stupid lines (I am damn sure you will revisit this site): F*** you, especially ... (i bet you know yourself) and i mean it. You know very well that i don't like this kind of attitude and stuff, but you still do! Just because you are so free and have nothing to do, you'd rather go mess up people's stuff. If it's not you, I am not writing this entry. So yah, you'd better not to repeat this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-7464090272731291643?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/7464090272731291643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=7464090272731291643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/7464090272731291643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/7464090272731291643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/02/wth.html' title='WTH'/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</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-6395763557592626853.post-9082747703850931914</id><published>2008-02-04T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:36:01.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>04 outing</title><content type='html'>haha, for me the outing was so fun! the shopping part was a bit tedious, and tiring since we had to repeat the process of taking stuffs and putting them back so many times because the menu was not finalized. however, we crapped along the way, and never get bored because of lynna's sense of lameness :D haha, and she introduced me this lame show got ben stiller and owen wilson called "zoo lander", i think. must go, find and watch hehe.&lt;br /&gt;haha, it was fun that i taught lynna and qingyun how to clean the squid :D and my excellent student, lynna shi, managed to pass the course by successfully cut the chicken fillet into smaller pieces and cut the squid perfectly. good job! it was  quite cool that we found 2 half digested fish inside one squid. what a pity that we din take a picture though.&lt;br /&gt;neway, after the dinner with full of dirty jokes, we celebrated Desiree's birthday (happy birthday!). and on the way back hostel, all the chinese scholars were just so crappy talking about the debt they own their parents (and they were talking about money and inflation also :D lol). k ppl, next time when u ve babies, rmb to keep all the receipts liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6Xw5FVeAHI/AAAAAAAAABk/rMNKlOgQwx0/s1600-h/03022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6Xw5FVeAHI/AAAAAAAAABk/rMNKlOgQwx0/s400/03022008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162797411325575282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the only photo i have for the outing, so just deal with it for now :D will update later. the photo is nice rite :D oh yah, 04s, can we have more outings, so that ama won't hate me nemore :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-9082747703850931914?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/9082747703850931914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=9082747703850931914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/9082747703850931914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/9082747703850931914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/02/04-outing.html' title='04 outing'/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6Xw5FVeAHI/AAAAAAAAABk/rMNKlOgQwx0/s72-c/03022008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395763557592626853.post-5086178811451542782</id><published>2008-01-31T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:36:01.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a start :D hajime desu :)</title><content type='html'>Finally, i can post! It's such a tedious thing to set up this whole blog. To tell the truth, this is like my third time attempting, and I made it, surprisingly with my sucky IT skills and my inborn laziness! :D haha, enough with the crappy. i will open this blog with a series of photos that i took (secretly) and kept until today. oh man, just don't kill me for this :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CviFVd_-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/96yX9RPP-RU/s1600-h/01082006%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CviFVd_-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/96yX9RPP-RU/s320/01082006%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161318173049225186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, that's jia sheng sleeping&lt;br /&gt;and this is another sleepy head :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6Cv9lVd__I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QbB4AXqnoAQ/s1600-h/02082006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6Cv9lVd__I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QbB4AXqnoAQ/s320/02082006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161318645495627762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end this is xiu hui and the pink pig :D lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CwSlVeAAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SaFw00HATZI/s1600-h/02082006%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CwSlVeAAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SaFw00HATZI/s320/02082006%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161319006272880642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and charlyn, next time plz don't do warm up in class =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6Cw1VVeABI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7HS3rawcYDc/s1600-h/07082006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6Cw1VVeABI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7HS3rawcYDc/s320/07082006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161319603273334802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our all time lamer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CxfFVeACI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RJm1I429Ec0/s1600-h/17072006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CxfFVeACI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RJm1I429Ec0/s320/17072006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161320320532873250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our bimbo again, but this time looking retarded rofl =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6Cxz1VeADI/AAAAAAAAABE/8B1-5K2Mo3I/s1600-h/_0001_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6Cxz1VeADI/AAAAAAAAABE/8B1-5K2Mo3I/s320/_0001_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161320677015158834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kai ting acting cute not cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CyH1VeAEI/AAAAAAAAABM/vViJj7LZPpE/s1600-h/CIMG3365+001_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CyH1VeAEI/AAAAAAAAABM/vViJj7LZPpE/s320/CIMG3365+001_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161321020612542530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewwwww, jeremy. sorry man, but i cannot help but laughing looking at this :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CyeVVeAFI/AAAAAAAAABU/WQzBqu4opBI/s1600-h/CIMG3423_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CyeVVeAFI/AAAAAAAAABU/WQzBqu4opBI/s320/CIMG3423_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161321407159599186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and last but not least, our beloved class board :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CyzFVeAGI/AAAAAAAAABc/MMg9a_eEnuE/s1600-h/02082006%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CyzFVeAGI/AAAAAAAAABc/MMg9a_eEnuE/s320/02082006%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161321763641884770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty much of it liao. hey people, I miss our old 04. its not that our current one is not good, but i just miss us being together in TC34 :(( don't you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395763557592626853-5086178811451542782?l=shameless-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/5086178811451542782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395763557592626853&amp;postID=5086178811451542782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/5086178811451542782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395763557592626853/posts/default/5086178811451542782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shameless-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-start-d-hajime-desu.html' title='it&apos;s a start :D hajime desu :)'/><author><name>imsorryicantbeperfect</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgzAdPsPnmo/R6CviFVd_-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/96yX9RPP-RU/s72-c/01082006%28004%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
