<?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-731700957774613404</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:32:39.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural white dye, i dont need you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-6362692634441544945</id><published>2008-12-31T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:14:06.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtythree</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yay. its a whole new year.&lt;br /&gt;i shall have some resolutions for this new year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since at any one point of time in life, there'll always be things to put us people off. but we can always choose to close one eye on the bad things that come about and just emphasize more on whatever is good. And then we'll smile more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YAY! so that shall be my new year resolution - being more able to do close one eye on bad things and be more positive (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. be more positive, basically. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there are many little little things that i'd like to make happen in this year, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a busy year. I'm going to have to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those who have made 2008 so very wonderful for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who i know, will make 2009 ever better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-6362692634441544945?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6362692634441544945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=6362692634441544945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/6362692634441544945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/6362692634441544945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/sixtythree.html' title='sixtythree'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-4862853833950138934</id><published>2008-12-30T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:39:30.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtytwo</title><content type='html'>oh god i'm getting hallucinations. ALOT OF THEM. i keep hearing someone call my name --;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping today. hah. wow. shopping for clothes. first time in a million years i've done that. willingly. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IMM. Spent like. 20 minutes (oh so long) in Fox, adidas, giordano and bossini. then i ended up in Samuel&amp;amp;Kelvin. or is it kelvin&amp;amp;samuel. ah i forgot. LOL. and there i got pretty good clothes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy one get one free jeans. wow. holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my trip to the Samuel&amp;amp;kelvin store was SUCH A PLEASANT ONE. The manager sort of attended to me. WHAT GOOD SERVICE. oh my gosh he totally suggested so many things and told me what's good and what's not about every single pair of jeans/shirt they had in the store. I tried a pair of jeans (: yay. bought. then he reminded me the store had a buy 1 get 1 free offer for buying jeans, WOOOO! so 2 pairs of decent Samuel&amp;amp;Kelvin jeans for 79 bucks. that's a good buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to see their shirts. Again the supersuper nice store manager helped me choose new arrivals (: then he say i'mma student and parents make money not easy all kinda crap. i thought he was going to say that the shirts are well priced and try convincing me into buying them. BUT REAL COOL ALRIGHT, THIS GUY. HE OFFERED ME ADDITIONAL 30% OFF THE SHIRTS I BOUGHT! omg! he took two shirts that were 19 bucks before discount. that's what he said. but later after i tried the shirt he told me that one was 26, not 19. he apologised and said he'd give me the shirt at a price of 18 dollars. NOW THAT'S SWEET. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end i got the two shirts for like, 21 dollars. original price would've looked something like. 45. pretty good discount (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's a bloody good discount! LOL! and so i got 2 pairs of jeans and 2 shirts for a hundred bucks. oh oh and the nice store manager gave a necklace. LOL. FOC (: supposed to cost like 23 bucks or something i think. so nice (:&lt;br /&gt;okay. the necklace looks damn ah lian to me. but my mom's in love with the necklace. so ah well. win win win situation. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, although i know that super nice store manager wouldn't see this post, THANK YOU SO MUCH WHATEVERYOURNAMEISSTOREMANAGERATSAMUEL&amp;amp;KELVINSTOREIMMBRANCH! you made my time buying clothes so wonderful today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i get what difference service can make (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm starting to get tired. and someone's getting unhappy because i'm not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep --;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH PROCLAMATION. NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN:&lt;br /&gt;As of this minute on this day, 31st December 2008, 0038hrs, I shall STOP PLAYING DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry if anyone ever wants to play dota with me and i say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry to ernest because i said we'd go roshan level 1 but now we can't do it no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i've got enough of dota and dota has got enough of me. time to stop (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights world&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-4862853833950138934?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4862853833950138934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=4862853833950138934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4862853833950138934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4862853833950138934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/sixtytwo.html' title='sixtytwo'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-4047665072980058884</id><published>2008-12-29T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:55:30.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtyone</title><content type='html'>boredom calls for a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke pretty early. six ten i think. NOT USED TO ITTT. five hours of sleep. that's pretty bad for a holiday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC AGM!! okay. better than i thought, honestly. A few blunders made things interesting (: but i was pretty lost. since i wasn't wearing my spectacles (woops).&lt;br /&gt;The new NPCC website that's supposed to be up in 2 or 3 days (i forgot the date today so sorry) looks superbly impressive. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM ended. so we went to do some drills. pretty okay lah, mostly revisions. Hong Liang sir is really good, in my opinion. Don't know why some people beg to differ. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM and drills ended. OHH THIS IS FUN (: FREAKING PEOPLE (GIRLS) OUT AT SALT CENTER! Gayness resulted in timyap damian kelvin and i going into the same handicapped toilet to change/talk/eat. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damian was fiddling with his christmas present (courtesy or sylvia and chermain) in the handicapped toilet. LOL. we changed. and i sprayed deo into damian's eyes/mouth by accident. WOOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that when we had enough fun of the handicapped toilet, we decided to go out! HCJC was hosting some camp thingum. for dance or drama or SOMETHING LIKE THAT LAH. the walkway outside the handicapped toilet we were in somehow, was flooded with girls. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pushed the door open. that freaked a few. and FOUR GUYS WALKED OUT HAHAHAHAHA. the stares were. hm. something i wouldn't see everyday. but still, pretty fun xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to poolside we went (: DAMIAN ATE HIS NICE DONUT!! after two days in his bag. pretty cool. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off to courts. nice fridge we saw, but no moneh. sad thing eh. money's always a problem ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back to school with nothing. YAY PLAYED RISK WITH MR YONG. omg i feel so horribly badly bullied. Mr yong totally ate me up in risk ): i was first to lose. sad face. ah well. i'm noob anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. then............ OH RIGHT ORTUS ROOM CODE! they changed it. so our bags were stuck in the room. but godly chairman decided to punch the combination pad thingy a little and he OPENED THE DOOR WITHOUT KNOWING WHICH NUMBERS HE PRESSED O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay at least we got our bags. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg today was a fun day. i shall skip the part on KAP because i'm tired and lazy and the piggy that pn is. O: FAT PN OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somebody hates softtoys OMG O:&lt;br /&gt;that was random.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i shall go off before the worst (:&lt;br /&gt;before too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nearly 1. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-4047665072980058884?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4047665072980058884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=4047665072980058884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4047665072980058884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4047665072980058884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/sixtyone.html' title='sixtyone'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-3662246268178779789</id><published>2008-12-27T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:52:46.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixty</title><content type='html'>HELLO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha sixty posts. that was. pretty fast. or slow. this blog's been existant for a million years. but okay considering that it was dead for some time... fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i haven't blogged for four days. I DON'T KNOW WHY. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few times i wanted to blog but i was too lazy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today and yesterday... pretty fun. but i feels a little bad over some matters. ah well, lets focus on the fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i watched two movies (lol its the first time i've done it) in a day. with edwin, chunfai, dongying, ernest and weiren. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Watched ipman and yesman. eep mun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ipman is a really really good movie. so is yes man. BUT IP MAN IS REALLY REALLY GOOD. I THINK ALL OF YOU SHOULD WATCH IT. ITS WORTH YOUR MONEY. I didn't really touch my drink/popcorn (neither did chunfai. we were sharing) through the movie. TOO EXCITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lotsa food. Totally makes me obese, all this food. WE BOUGHT 4 DOHNUTS (lol) FOR TOO LOLLERS!! damn worth it. shared with edwin darling (&lt;3 lol). then go back up for YESMAN. hm. pretty dirty, the movie. LOL JIM CARREY IS A DOUCHE HAHAHAHA. okay. random.&lt;br /&gt;But its pretty funny. Quite a good one if you need laughs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today. SQUEEZED CHUNFAI'S HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's besides the point. okay. movies. Bedtime stories and uh. nothing like the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedtime stories was a pretty movie (: nice nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOTHING LIKE HOLIDAYS WAS CRAPPP. SORRY PEOPLE WHO I SUGGESTED THE MOVIE TO. ITS SO CRAP OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the website got problem lah. it wrote "comedy" and it was about a family falling apart? pretty stupid. its like a story with no beginning and no end. omg lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, cool. four people, two movies, NINETY BUCKS. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. sudden realisation. its the 27th of december. nono, there's like. 15 minutes left in the 27th of december. so when i end off this post... it'd be 28th of december. that's like. 4 days till the start of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't wake up yet lah. still in holidays. i can't believe blinkblink and its over. vietnam felt like last week. no wait. its LAST MONTH. sian. too fast. too fast for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i should buck up really soon. like. from tomorrow onwards. time to get working (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For council&lt;br /&gt;For NPCC&lt;br /&gt;For Academics&lt;br /&gt;For YFC (i think)&lt;br /&gt;For SLCOT(i hope.)&lt;br /&gt;and. FOR ANYTHING ELSE THAT MAY APPEAR LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i just realised this year i got the most birthday/christmas presents. even though its like. five or less -.- BUT AH WELL, better than previous years. LOL. thanks to all who bothered to give me presents (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I APPRECIATE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol nice little proclamation there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay. i don't know what to do. i'm too lazy to post pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall just type the chorus of a song out. for fun (: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive - incubus (just the chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;With open arms and open eyes yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. oh the randomosity. but i shall try to be that way. whatever tomorrow brings, i'll be there with open arms and open eyes. (: BRING IT ON, LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-3662246268178779789?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3662246268178779789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=3662246268178779789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3662246268178779789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3662246268178779789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/sixty.html' title='sixty'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-7769826288085557645</id><published>2008-12-23T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:33:34.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftynine.</title><content type='html'>i'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i giving up on the right things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-7769826288085557645?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7769826288085557645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=7769826288085557645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7769826288085557645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7769826288085557645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiftynine.html' title='fiftynine.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-4493650806775009026</id><published>2008-12-20T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:44:07.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftyeight</title><content type='html'>blehbleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from the airport. Went to get my brother from taiwan. HE GOT ME A DOMO PLUSH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay lol so nice. omg that was random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its bad. to get the FLIGHT DETAILS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was DEPARTING TAIWAN at 6.25&lt;br /&gt;ARRIVING AT 10.45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lah, cockeye people. go force me to the airport at 6pm ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we shitted around the airport till like, 10++ then received my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol we ate at some crappy korean bbq thingy. Really, not my food. So i gave up and went to shit everything out in less than an hour after eating. And ended up contented with mc chicken :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that. eh, maybe before. argh who cares. SOMEWHERE DURING THE FOUR HOURS OF SHITTING AROUND, i bought two books :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two business/self-help books. LOL. kinda fun. And i bought a starhub prepaid top up card too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm getting awfully random. like domo xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk. somebody's insane over cosplay and keeps talking about it. but i'm nice and just replying. haha. The Script helps me feel less irritated. Unless something blows me up. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad face ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! anyway, i'm sorry if i upset anyone today, or if i made anyone feel bad. I'm really sorry. You know i'm just a little asshole who shouldn't be alive. don't take it to heart yea. sorry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY not early. time to sleep. fat boi needs sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND DAMIAN, AGI HEROES ARE LATE GAMERS YOU GOT THAT RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry for caps.&lt;br /&gt;bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-4493650806775009026?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4493650806775009026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=4493650806775009026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4493650806775009026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4493650806775009026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiftyeight.html' title='fiftyeight'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-2360826482568611185</id><published>2008-12-19T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:33:47.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftyseven</title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. Had NPCC training today. eventful or uneventful. i don't know lah. Squad under-performed. perhaps we haven't been to training for too long a period of time then all slack diao ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, we shall improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like such an ass :D&lt;br /&gt;okay i always feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm really tired and i shall not not not elaborate about anything. i shall sleeeep (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights world. shortpost. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-2360826482568611185?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2360826482568611185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=2360826482568611185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/2360826482568611185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/2360826482568611185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiftyseven.html' title='fiftyseven'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-2617888002592880317</id><published>2008-12-17T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:46:03.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftysix</title><content type='html'>yay. youtube embeds :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOJZrRCNRsg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOJZrRCNRsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didn't hurt me, they just killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OF9UB_xrhMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OF9UB_xrhMI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSl5N774ORQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSl5N774ORQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/45aH27Rvj7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/45aH27Rvj7o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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title='fiftysix'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-713885435961662035</id><published>2008-12-17T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:41:15.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftyfive</title><content type='html'>yawn. i'm tired, bored and down. But i'm still happy. somehow, some songs make me feel really psycho. Which actually means i feel better. MUAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know i'm going insane. Sorry to everyone who i attitude-ed or spammed vulgarities to because of my horrible mood just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maha. today i went for a great course. Really usefull. Transactional Analysis. haha nicee. so my life position. haha. I'm right smack in the middle of the corral. which means i'm highly versatile and i may turn into any of the "i'm okay your'e okay", "i'm not okay your'e okay", "i'm okay your'e not okay" or "i'm not okay your'e not okay" states anytime? perhaps. that kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i wonder if the world will one day hate me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that day has come just that i'm too slow to realise. SAD FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, i'm going to sleep. I feel screwed. sleep is the best cure for people like me who feel screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall throw in a few youtube embeds again. in the next post. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-713885435961662035?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/713885435961662035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=713885435961662035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/713885435961662035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/713885435961662035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiftyfive.html' title='fiftyfive'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-6423810987254011499</id><published>2008-12-16T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:51:48.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftyfour</title><content type='html'>lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised. i didn't post yesterday! Now, was i busy or did i just forget. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping well ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie down at 12 midnight. I'll toss around in bed till like. 12.45 or 1am. Then i'll only fall asleep like. 1am. For some retarded reason, i keep waking up at 5am. Sigh. I'll just sit up, take my phone and see "5.05am" and i'll go wth. Then i'll lie down again finding it difficult/impossible to fall asleep. I'll be dead beat the whole day if i've got no adrenaline rush. sadface ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i'm tired now. but i have this feeling when i lie down, i'll hug my bolster and go to dreamland. awake. thinking of all kinds of things. WHILE KEEPING HAPPY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, thanks, amanda, for sending eminem songs. wheeeee they're nice. very, nice. I guess i shall buy Relapse when it releases next year. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. course tomorrow. First course while i'm head of training. I hope attendance turns out fine. I'm going to have to go out early tomorrow to get cash from my dad at the ATM machine and then go buy books and meet teacher early and then course till like. 6pm. haha. then i'm going to go down to hello! shop and wreck havoc. Be the PN that i am. public nuisance :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. i shall brush my teeth nao. while listening to eminem. i shall lie on the bed at midnight, hoping that i'll actually be asleep for more than four hours this night. i need the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I HOPE WE DID A GOOD JOB FOR ORTUS ROOM ;D COUNCIL ROOM, I MEAN!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha hopefully we get good response tomorrow when other councillors see it. YAEE okay that was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, sleep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;nights world.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-6423810987254011499?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6423810987254011499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=6423810987254011499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/6423810987254011499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/6423810987254011499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiftyfour.html' title='fiftyfour'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-773327731066116831</id><published>2008-12-14T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:36:06.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftythree</title><content type='html'>Hello people of the world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy person once again today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i'm getting happier and happier by the day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family still drags me down sometimes. the seemingly inevitable bit of quarrelling and uh.. cross-pissingoff. haha. sadface ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i realise its starting to make me disgruntled for a shorter period of time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLaying dota with my brother is kinda fun. At least i get to see him smile that widely, even when he screws up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, i'm going to wake up at 5.30am tomorrow. Brother's going to taiwan. But i'm not going to go to the airport. haha. got meeting. &lt;s&gt;sadface&lt;/s&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised. If a councillor hesitates, he will say council lor. haha. spacing = hesitation. pretty stupid. So if a person who is involved in council is hesitant, he'll say council lor. a true councillor will say because i'm a councillor ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL okay that was a load of crap. Just made an error in smsing and i realised that. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errors are fun to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, i better sleep now. Gonna have less than six hours already. Shan't deprive myself of sleep any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-773327731066116831?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/773327731066116831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=773327731066116831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/773327731066116831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/773327731066116831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiftythree.html' title='fiftythree'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-502920704783010489</id><published>2008-12-13T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:23:33.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftytwo</title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yay i think my new skin's nice ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a happy bee today. i'm SMILING, ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;because i got new songs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i went to read how i posted like, 10 months ago and i realised i've changed, pretty much, in the way i talk/type/blog, at least. pretty weird, how i used to be. don't get myself either. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've grown (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yay! I'm learning how to be a positive pn :D&lt;br /&gt;my ass is still bleeding, but its bleeding alot less. and i'm still on pain killers. -hopes i can get off them tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another realisation made. or rahter, question to ask. AM I REALLY THAT INAUDIBLE ON THE LINE?! no lor, i don't think so. maybe i speak with a pn accent that sounds horribly unfamiliar to the world's population - nat/jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the real slim shady please stand up? lol wth random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH well, just had a fish burger and 6 piece mcnuggets my dad da-bao-ed back. holy crap that's alot alot of food. no wonder i'm fat. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, i'mma gonza chiongs the last few pages of excellence model and key performance indicators. then i'ma gonza sleep! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep = best lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-502920704783010489?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/502920704783010489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=502920704783010489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/502920704783010489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/502920704783010489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiftytwo.html' title='fiftytwo'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-3974295002069683725</id><published>2008-12-13T02:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:20:46.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftyone</title><content type='html'>yeah mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima gonza change a blogskin. coz i'mza duno wai i'mma startsin to typex laike dis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your heart stops beating (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-3974295002069683725?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3974295002069683725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=3974295002069683725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3974295002069683725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3974295002069683725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiftyone.html' title='fiftyone'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-8580867778364141164</id><published>2008-12-12T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:42:14.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifty`</title><content type='html'>yay~ fiftieth post. haha&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to put more youtube embeds, but i shall not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a surgery this morning. To remove a blood clot up my ass. pretty painful, but guess i had to do it. Haha. and since its a surgery up my ass, the doctor can't stitch it. He cut a part of my blood vessel away, and he can't stitch the cut he made. which is about 0.3 to 0.4cm wide. haha. i'm bleeding the living shits out of myself, and i can't help but to see my blood spill. of all places, from my ass. kinda sad. but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i will expect less from everyone from now onwards. yay. be a little more distant may help, but i'll try not to distant myself from the world. i'll end up alone in pluto waiting for pink or blue martians to feed on my degrading ass and drink my blood flowing out of my ass. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to pretty nice songs. Icebox (haha thanks timyap, for introducing). I don't know whats bothering me. Something is. Maybe if i had a hint of what's bothering me, i would never, never, believe that that's what's bothering me. Such a sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay, i guess i shall just go to sleep, with my ass facing up, so that my bed doesn't get stained with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when your heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when your last breath's taken away&lt;br /&gt;In the dark when there's no one listening &lt;br /&gt;In the times when we both get carried awayy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when your heart stops beating, friend. that's when you die. that's when its too late. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;okay random. i'm just feeling kinda down for no reason, maybe because of my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, anyway, tomorrow's going to be another boring day. so will the day after and the day after tomorrow be. Its a sad sad thing. haha. can't walk without feeling pain. kinda sad a thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i thought i should change my blog skin. i shall do it soon. soon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really bored of everything, so shall resort to something that nobody can be bored of. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights, world.&lt;br /&gt;in the dark where there's no one listening.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-8580867778364141164?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8580867778364141164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=8580867778364141164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/8580867778364141164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/8580867778364141164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fifty.html' title='fifty`'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-6363081649344089754</id><published>2008-12-11T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:51:39.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortynine</title><content type='html'>hello~ okay i know the songs rocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it was purely SPAMMAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the hot chocolate at cafe galilee (or however the hell you spell that) in bishan library is really gooood. haha one cup made me high for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today. what did i do omg i forgot? oh yea, doctor, home, dota, doctor, dinner, hot chocolate, home, now. BOORINGGG. okay i downloaded some great songs though haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i'm damn tired today. like, dead beat. and i needa wake up early tmrw. leaving house at like, 8.30am sian. that's pretty early, but i guess i have no choice. for the betterment of lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, i love my bolster alot. huggyhug~ lol! random&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm hungry and i suddenly have this odd feeling like i wanna eat that bottle of deoderant just 1 feet away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the holidays are slipping away raelly fast. too fast for my comfort. sigh. i've done nothing much productive but be a pain in the ass to everyone O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i just realised. FORT MINOR IS REALLY NICE TOO! yay music really makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm tired and i need to brush my teeth. NIGHTIES, WORLD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there khalilia~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, byeworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-6363081649344089754?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6363081649344089754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=6363081649344089754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/6363081649344089754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/6363081649344089754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fortynine.html' title='fortynine'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-9043068979141294671</id><published>2008-12-10T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:35:58.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortyeight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7RRioVpEAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7RRioVpEAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8H4zZjFLQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8H4zZjFLQk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rdnF83ELqnQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rdnF83ELqnQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIgsDPsU-M0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIgsDPsU-M0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mSxlzUxLFXs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mSxlzUxLFXs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGYyQCPPi9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGYyQCPPi9c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;these two other songs, no feeling. for fun (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/61itwkWp5q4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/61itwkWp5q4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMCUg1J8nuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMCUg1J8nuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-9043068979141294671?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/9043068979141294671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=9043068979141294671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/9043068979141294671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/9043068979141294671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fortyeight.html' title='fortyeight'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-3455180091343041586</id><published>2008-12-10T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:07:59.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortyseven</title><content type='html'>Hello world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something wrong with me. haha. maybe i deserved it from the start.&lt;br /&gt;but i shan't look back anymore. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;so what if i die of this. okay wait, i can't die from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, played pool yet again today (:&lt;br /&gt;See damian, IRC is a good place. to play pool, at least. Won the first four lost the next two. but still fun anyway. haha thanks for being good company (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. I'm quite bothered ( don't bother asking why i won't tell you. nearly zero people i will tell because nearly zero people i trust)&lt;br /&gt;I'm fated to meet with these things.&lt;br /&gt;I can't run, I can't swim. I CAN'T EVEN SIT PROPERLY. god hates me, i know he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, songs are nice. i shall put lots and lots of youtube embeds in a moment, in a separate post. haha. Okay. maybe just a few but ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that people can tell how i'm feeling through songs. good then, maybe more people will understand how i feel more now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH why am i talking like a misunderstood child all the time. Nobody even tries, so they can't misunderstand me at all. HAHA. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving money. by right i think i should have about 70+50due to come+ another 13 due to come. DAMIAN, POP PRESENT THE MONEY RETURN TO MEHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, why should i bother saving money. I spend it to buy things for other people. But in the end, i don't even know if i'm doing any good by doing that. maybe, maybe not. anyway, timyap shall get a birthday present next year, since i'm feeling rich and he's a nice chairman with nice shoulders to rest my chin on xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. time for the next post-ful of embeds :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-3455180091343041586?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3455180091343041586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=3455180091343041586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3455180091343041586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3455180091343041586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fortyseven.html' title='fortyseven'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-3852766451516190569</id><published>2008-12-09T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:52:09.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortysix</title><content type='html'>Haha, a bored soul who has been past a day of mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. what did i do today. lol. i totally forgot. in fact, its yesterday already. sian, time passes too quickly for comfort. Anyway, i swam today. yay i feel slightly less fat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, was santa clause for 3 seconds, went to play pool at IRC. yay. play 11, lose 10. how sucky can things get for me. I feel like a bigfat slut ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people will know why, some people will wonder why. ANYWAY, DON'T ASK ME. I'm one of those who wonder why. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to upload pictures. that was plan A. but it failed because i'm lazy. so plan B is just to crap for moments till i feel tired enough to fall into a coma. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, lets be mean and straightforward. If i hurt you, i'm sorry. If i said sorry and your'e still hurt, i don't know what to do. If you think i sorry too often, too bad that's me. If you hate me that way, i don't really care either. Haha. hate me, i'm drunk. I'm not a good person anyway. Going on alcohol all the time. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm over and done with that. Thanks to someone for helping me get over that matter. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to someone for lending me four dollars today also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if someone is sleeping or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think alot of people hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay, i think i hate nobody, so that's my part of the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm a jerk to alot of people, but i've tried not to be one. Still find me one? Too bad, keep away from me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm a grouchy person at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm a burden to a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people burden me a lot too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't think that's fair trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm mad studying physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm mad playing ragnarok over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm crazy, saving up for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm crazy, i overdosed anti-biotics because i forgot i too them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm stupid, because i blogged this load of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm tired and i'm ending this here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-3852766451516190569?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3852766451516190569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=3852766451516190569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3852766451516190569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3852766451516190569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fortysix.html' title='fortysix'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-1369005857360255268</id><published>2008-12-08T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:38:29.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortyfive</title><content type='html'>Hello world~&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha i haven't blogged for a million years, it feels like. Man and now when i try to think of what to blog, i can't think of anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, i'll go random spamming on this page. maybe i'll think of things to blog about in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH RIGHT. commtiments.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I've dropped a few. I'm going to tell songken i'm dropping OM once he's back. I'm going to consider dropping weather studs. proj, i've dropped NPCC quiz comp.&lt;br /&gt;NOW I HAVE NO EXCUSE TO SCREW UP! I SHALL DO MY BEST AND PWN THE WORLD NEXT YEAR. haha. ego. wait till i screw up i'll go chop myself up. lol "chop me up" justin timberlake. random~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes i shall do well in whatever i do next year, having made it a point to do few and do well rather than take up many many things and screw everything up xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.. OH YES. I GOT "ODE TO J.SMITH"! my brother downloaded it for me. but he refuses to download funhouse for me. sian. ah, better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i can't remember today's date. but i guess its 8th. Holidays are going to be over before i know it, like really quickly, blinkblink we're in secthree classes. I really don't know if that's good or bad BUT i shall be stronger next year. less breakdowns. WHOOOOOOOOOO!! gonna be a self motivated chap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ortus council'09 will be the best ever. Training and development department will scale new heights! wow the resolutions. bet i'll have a hard time achieving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh okay i'm too mad. madmadmadmadmadmad. wth&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. i shall go play hexic with anjun. lalala~ hope his hexic loads. yay! then i won't be bored. alright, time to click publish post.&lt;br /&gt;bye world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-1369005857360255268?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1369005857360255268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=1369005857360255268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/1369005857360255268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/1369005857360255268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fortyfive.html' title='fortyfive'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-4140448123992765623</id><published>2008-12-04T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:55:14.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortyfour</title><content type='html'>EHHH WTH WHERE DID MY WORDS IN THE POST GO. BLOGGER EAT POSTS. lucky i saved a copy. haha&lt;br /&gt;if anyone's bored enough and wants to read what i wanted to say, go ahead. it read:&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, side is such a sweet song. &lt;3 Travis XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I'm ill. I'm rawr. The grass is always greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything to do. I was so pig i slept three hours in the afternoon. Good job now i can't sleep. Need to do CIP at Tiong Bahru tomorrow. Okay, at least its something productive. yay i shall aim to study physics and drill some maths tomorrow. Oh wow since when did this motivation slap me in my face --;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in 3S2. With nat, Songken and Shihe. WE'LL SURVIVE THE GEPPERS! lol wth. But anyway, yea, come on guys we shall rock 3s2. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BORED. I shall just make random replies to tags i see on my tagboard. yay.&lt;br /&gt;Kaiyang: don't walao leh, reject brothers lehh. &lt;3 kaiyang. LOL gay.&lt;br /&gt;Weiren: but i'm substandard subsized O:&lt;br /&gt;Chermain: YES MOMMA! i'm kinda good mood for these few days. smile smile&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: uh, yea i did it. BLIND LAH YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Rahyo (lol you ryohead): YES DARLING I'LL LINK YOU &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Clemet: yay! eh clement, i miss your trainings leh. lol. not that the new NCOs aren't good, but its just like i miss felix elson jonquek and marcus' trainings. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH. WHY SO LITTLE TAGS TO REPLY. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about vietnamese people and coffee. Vietnamese people are SMALLLLL haha. During our trip to vietnam night market, weiren and Le were the two most noticable figures in the entire nightmarket. Two gigantic heads sticking out of the crowd HAHAHA. and i think i wear L or XL lah, vietnam size. haha.Vietnamese coffee is the best i've tasted i think. haha. It smells "ahhhh". Totally steals pepsi's classic ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm going to go "shopping" with timyap after CIP. yay. GAY DATE! lalala. random.wah. just as i typed gay date travis sings "They're watching every single thing you say." eek."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup. okay time to sleep (try to).&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-4140448123992765623?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4140448123992765623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=4140448123992765623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4140448123992765623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4140448123992765623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fortyfour.html' title='fortyfour'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-8192369735790087472</id><published>2008-12-04T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:50:51.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortythree</title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its confirmed that my dad and i live on different frequencies. Took quite long for me to find out? nah. Took quite long for me to face it ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, side is such a sweet song. &lt;3&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8ufd7HcKkc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8ufd7HcKkc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good sexy indie rock (i think). Makes me thump my head to the beat like some insane guy. WOOOOOOOOT LOVE TRAVIS &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vkVRfJU9lHo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vkVRfJU9lHo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bestest. Great live performance i think. though its letterman show ==; but still, i loves this. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to change a style of sexayness before i officially fall in love with travis. DAVID ARCHULETA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Touch my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVW5gU1ZH1A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVW5gU1ZH1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sweet song. in my point of view at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before i forget. SORRY IF I PISSED ANYONE OFF TODAY. I WAS ON MEDICINE &gt;&lt; don't be angry.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, even though i know i won't be able to sleep, i'll try to. Or maybe i'll brush my teeth for 20 minutes again HAHA. retarded phengning.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, nights all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all live under the same sky, we all will live we all will die. There's no wrong, there's no right the circle only has one side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-8192369735790087472?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8192369735790087472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=8192369735790087472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/8192369735790087472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/8192369735790087472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fortythree.html' title='Fortythree'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-7787283211211384625</id><published>2008-12-01T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:54:21.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortytwo</title><content type='html'>YAY HELLO WORLD. i'm back from vietnam :D&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam was relatively fun! besides the fact that room 404 was making lots of noises midnight. haha. actually, that added to our fun but ah wth. OK, i'll skip the photos due to my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, quiz first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules and regulations:&lt;br /&gt;1.Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2.People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3.At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4.No tags back! (KAY PEOPLE this is IMPORTANT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i can't play a musical instrument&lt;br /&gt;2) i'm left footed/handed&lt;br /&gt;3) think i'm stupid&lt;br /&gt;4) play gunbound&lt;br /&gt;5) don't eat beef&lt;br /&gt;6) hate tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;7) don't read books often&lt;br /&gt;8) am unsure if i'm straight&lt;br /&gt;9) dropped biology&lt;br /&gt;10) ate crayons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;1) Kaiyang (sorry lah)&lt;br /&gt;2) Cedric&lt;br /&gt;3) Mairlyn&lt;br /&gt;4) Clement&lt;br /&gt;5) nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm half standard, i only tag half the number of people i have to. five will do. not happy, don't read. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay done with quiz. yay. I played pool just now. 6 games, won 5. the only loss was because i banked my own 8 ball in before i cleared my suite on the table. damn it )&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, its getting late (no, not really, not at all. I just feel like doing other things but blogging) and i have a meeting tomorrow morning. SO AH WELLS.&lt;br /&gt;Bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-7787283211211384625?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7787283211211384625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=7787283211211384625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7787283211211384625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7787283211211384625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/12/fortytwo.html' title='fortytwo'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-925282587566162714</id><published>2008-11-22T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:20:58.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortyone</title><content type='html'>yay POSTPOSTPOSTPOSTPOST.&lt;br /&gt;okay quiz first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ever quiz i'm ever doing since i started blogging. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Besides your mouth, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no idea. nobody stole my first kiss yet. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot. I think i was relatively okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How about now?&lt;br /&gt;GOOD! CHELSEA NEWCASTLE. OF COURSE GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you eat candy on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;Is dark chocolate candy? if yes, then yes. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;Mama and papa. Gorgor in brunei no food to eat ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you currently taking a science class in school?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kiss on the first date?&lt;br /&gt;Did i date? anyway, said liao. no one stole it yet LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you rather have chicken or steak?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What were you doing at 10 am?&lt;br /&gt;Swearing at the fact that i couldn't get through nat's phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you different now than you were six months ago?&lt;br /&gt;Not any better for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Barley drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How old will you be in 10 months?&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen. Fourteen and three quarters haha`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What month is your birthday in?&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;how long have i not watched TV for? a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When was the last time you saw your dad?&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many pets do you have?&lt;br /&gt;ZERO O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you a female or a male?&lt;br /&gt;Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;br /&gt;Shoes thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you doing for your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Sec One Orientation Briefing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;Soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Any plans for next weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Watch soccer after i'm back from vietnam :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When was the last time you cried and why?&lt;br /&gt;So long ago i can't remember. I was sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever had a life-threatening injury?&lt;br /&gt;No. 13 stitches only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;A happy man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like flying or driving?&lt;br /&gt;Driving is more fun i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you know how to drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your favourite thing to spend money on?&lt;br /&gt;Friends. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you wear any jewelry daily?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any. Not even plastic bling lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who got you the jewelry you are currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;nothing. gee stupid question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who is the funniest person you know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. Damian? lol. He's mad, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How often do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;I seldom dream haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;Starlight by Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Pass this quiz to &lt;s&gt;3&lt;/s&gt;2 (make it two. i save lives.) people&lt;br /&gt;Chermain (haha. blog, person, blog.)&lt;br /&gt;Kaiyang (reject bro!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, BAD INFLUENCE BY P!NK IS DAMN NICE. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I SHALL WATCH SOCCER NAO. CHELSEA V NEWCASTLE. VERY NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'd be gone to vietnam till next sat. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-925282587566162714?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/925282587566162714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=925282587566162714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/925282587566162714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/925282587566162714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/11/fortyone.html' title='fortyone'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-231600335181656414</id><published>2008-11-21T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:49:26.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtynine</title><content type='html'>Someone tagged!!&lt;br /&gt;How nice. someone ever bothered to check back at this dead blog! Thanks, chermain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so i shall blog. Vietnam. Flight is in ugh, 33 hours and that isn't a very comforting fact. I'm afraid that i'll do a bad job over in vietnam O: I hope i can really make a difference in the lives of those orphans over there. hope. hopeful little hopes that i doubt will come true. Sad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i thought over my paranoid behaviours and i shan't say why i think i'm this way. If i've pissed anyone off because of this behaviour before, i'm sorry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to watch quantum of solace uh. two days back. Quite a good action movie, but really sucky if you were supposed to rate its plot. Pure action no brainer movie to me. haha. Built a bear, spent a hundred, bought a book (kite runner), finished the book "how full is your bucket". Hmm, its such a nice book. I was so influenced by the book i sent drops to uh. a few people. i forgot how many. But i realised the mail would end up in their junk. Ah well, if anyone would realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone who ever reads this post received a drop from me, i meant what i said in there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, listening to cleaning out my closet, reminded of my uh.. slightly more dontknowhowtodescribelahwhatthehellthatwassodamnjunkidontwanttothinkaboutitanymore days about two to three months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an ache in my right shoulder. I don't like it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have little time to do quite a lot of things. I don't like that ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i'm procrastinating a lot and i'm in a state so very troubled. I don't like this ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha all the sad faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, class chalet was great, but i think i shouldn't post about it, because it wasn't a beautiful ending to class 2I'08. maybe thats because of my ever skeptical point of view to manymany things. If it is, its just me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories anyway, 2I'08. You've been nice people, whether assholes, idiots, dimwits, niceguys, nicegays or bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its nearly two and i just thought of another drop to send. i shall send that drop nao. haha. If any of you read this and think you might be the one who deserves the drop, check your mail, even your junk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for tagging again. haha yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitches they come they go&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad they go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-231600335181656414?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/231600335181656414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=231600335181656414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/231600335181656414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/231600335181656414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/11/thirtynine.html' title='thirtynine'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-3999556317162293083</id><published>2008-11-14T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:30:44.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtyeight</title><content type='html'>Yay. boredom leads me to revive my blog. although i'm quite sure its been dead for so long nobody will ever read it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booklet biting, shivering, listening to music and stoning. new lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get myself to work. So sad. I don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;I talk about pursuing solid things rather than living a dota life. Haha, i end up biting booklets. okay, maybe that's slightly more solid than dota. Gives me a swollen lip from biting for too long.&lt;br /&gt;Numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I wonder if people are avoiding me, but i shall think not, since i've made it a point to be positive. Oh yea, disco disco good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next week to come.  Chalet, slack, slack, eat shit, pack, off to vietnam. Maybe i'll have time for reflections during vietnam nights. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what i'm going to do after i click "publish post". bite my booklet again?&lt;br /&gt;I dread clicking that stupid 'publish post' button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH lets crap about today.&lt;br /&gt;Paint ortus room. Quite fun, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Stealth king come last leave first. Stealthing. Can't expect much more XD&lt;br /&gt;Got sexay gastric which i haven't had in 134312351364267457365894657 years while lunching at coro and ended up self-inducing vomitting and lao sai-ing in the toilet. sucky thing to do, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back dead beat and i'm still dead beat. but i don't want to sleep because. okay i have no reason. i just wanna stay online. for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i figured that even though nobody will ever read this post, i should stop crapping. save my laptop of producing shit posts like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please tag anything stupid if you ever read this. i wanna know who's boliao enough to check my blog still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-3999556317162293083?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3999556317162293083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=3999556317162293083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3999556317162293083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3999556317162293083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/11/thirtyeight.html' title='thirtyeight'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-5534943396601293944</id><published>2008-09-16T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:50:25.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thrity what i forgot.</title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;now run along everyone, be successful and happy while i dwell and wallow in self pity and eat my shit for every meal (:&lt;br /&gt;Failure in everything. haha&lt;br /&gt;i rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-5534943396601293944?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5534943396601293944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=5534943396601293944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/5534943396601293944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/5534943396601293944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/09/thrity-what-i-forgot.html' title='thrity what i forgot.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-6123287228572157931</id><published>2008-08-21T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:41:42.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtysix</title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;Records are being borken these days aren't they.&lt;br /&gt;Usain bolt breaks 100metres record&lt;br /&gt;Usain bolt breaks 200metres record&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps gets 8 Golds at Olympics&lt;br /&gt;Team Singapore gets their first medal in 48 years&lt;br /&gt;First time i slam myself into something more than 5 times in a day today&lt;br /&gt;First time i made a phone call past 69 minutes (that was my previous record)&lt;br /&gt;First time i listen to the same song 29 times as of 10.12pm last night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that's the 30th time its playing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's amazing. From the listening to the same song over and over again, to the overdosing of my medicine to the.. sending least sms in school hours in a day? perhaps. i barely sent 6 today. lol. other days can send 66. yay, looks like if this continues my phone bills aren't going to die anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarrels are boring. Mum hung up on me twice today. oh well, HER PROBLEM. i'm still at home, in my air con room. But who knows what she'll do to me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work to do. Too lazy/can't be bothered to reply to tags. Don't feel hurt, because nobody would. haha. oh well, i'm going to go do some EOYA stuffs now. Maybe i'd post again later. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-6123287228572157931?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6123287228572157931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=6123287228572157931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/6123287228572157931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/6123287228572157931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/08/thirtysix.html' title='thirtysix'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-840647858527346110</id><published>2008-08-16T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:09:57.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtyfive</title><content type='html'>haha yay this blog seems so damned dead because i'm a jerk and decided not to post. jerkjerkjerkjerkjerkjertrkjerkjerk.&lt;br /&gt;retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh anyway, tests are over, yay. But i screwed most of them up, boo.&lt;br /&gt;Lets me the mugger that i am and list all my results here.&lt;br /&gt;English expository writing test -&gt; 21/30 -&gt; A2&lt;br /&gt;Chinese test -&gt; 85/100 -&gt; A1&lt;br /&gt;Math test 1 &amp;amp; 2 -&gt; 28.5/40 -&gt; A2&lt;br /&gt;Biology -&gt; 19/30 (please moderate and give 1/2 more mark. xD) -&gt; B4&lt;br /&gt;Literature -&gt; 19/25 -&gt; A1&lt;br /&gt;IH -&gt; 64/100 -&gt; B4, which is a big upset ):&lt;br /&gt;Actionscript -&gt; 86 -&gt; A1&lt;br /&gt;But its quite sad. My English would probably be pulled down to something like B3 because of my poorly done assignments. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;So my expected msg would be 2.29.&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, considering the fact that i was busy and well, biology was a big flop with me reading 9 marks worth of questions wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;Humanities was retardedly retarded. giant piss off.&lt;br /&gt;bleh okay with my bullshit. i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;and since i'm bored, lets reply to tags and go hug my bolster for another hour. haha. such a jerk~&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;sylvia -&gt; oh okay thanksthanksthanks for your tagtagtag. oh man i feel so retarded. but anyway, math is more widely dislike by me than lit or english or LA in that sense. maybe its just because i have a puny brain.&lt;br /&gt;clement -&gt; lol okay pwnage class! i wonder what you got for that test anyway. heh&lt;br /&gt;amanda -&gt; lol we're always tired. tired of everything, but no we can't be tired of life (my ass). but yes haha optimistic optimistic. happy dreaming of ice cream, if you still are, and sleep more. anyway i think my mugging paid off xD&lt;br /&gt;weiren -&gt; lol go get married then. she's available, kheong died.&lt;br /&gt;pn -&gt; oh my your'e such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;Chermain -&gt; yay thanks for the help (: I'm so ever grateful and see, i'm posting. but i doubt you'd be reading. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda -&gt; ah fine. blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;jiaming&lt;/s&gt;toad -&gt; why call yourself toad, but since you want to, fine. haha. and thanksthanks. the new chevron colour is weird though. but better than lance cop one. haha&lt;br /&gt;Yan Ni -&gt; Nah i wouldn't want a tombstone for myself so i shouldn't get one for my blog too. tahnks for the help anyway. Oh oh, and i'm a level 24 paladin who runs along with epix gear and casts redemption on my blog (dreams of my WoW days)&lt;br /&gt;Weiren -&gt; for what, you could lie on me and i'd die xD&lt;br /&gt;toad and zhengxiang -&gt; yea okay. Right after this post. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-840647858527346110?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/840647858527346110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=840647858527346110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/840647858527346110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/840647858527346110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/08/thirtyfive.html' title='thirtyfive'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-8283918700933289262</id><published>2008-07-31T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T03:55:36.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtyfour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe its childish maybe its wrong. wait. i think its both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, stupid. lets get on with life, shouldn't we. Tests!! ahh! holy crap. I still have 5 more tests to go.. but not bad, it reduced from 8 to 5 already. And there's actionscript test tomorrow. After which, HALF of all my tests would be over for this term! AHHH HOW JOYOUS WHAT A MILESTONE! HALF OF IT IS GONE! yes. I ought to be studying for actionscript but i told myself i'll give myself till 7pm.. Then i'll study actionscript till like... 10pm? haha after i should move on to history(ACE, even though the test is over) and biology. Maybe some chinese if my body permits. Probably not though.. NPCC training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that i should be uber enthu about life and stop having retarded things to pull me down in life. NO wait, retarded things, will be there forever. I should say i should stop ALLOWING retarded things to pull me down in life. -stuns- what a sudden realisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, how very random is this. Physically i feel so very fine today. But i think i'm like, brain dead. AMC was wow. First question was some.. primary one student kind of thing. addition of whole numbers like wow. But the questions got horrifically horrific in the later part of the paper.. the last few, especially. Lets hope i get something more than participation. haha. Credit would be good enough, i'm a first timer who scored 10/40 for maths before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that i've got to pull me through, is memories of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my time's nearly up. I should just reply to tags and.. go and study. yes.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;amanda --&gt; yes la yes la you ice cream lover. maybe you can wait till i'm less broke. reminds me. EDWIN, PAY UP.&lt;br /&gt;Yan ni --&gt; omg. is that guilt or what, i haven't even been to elmo blog for 23875638956198356198576198 years lah holy crap. sighh. and i think we both suck at math. no wait, nobody sucks more at math than i do. yes haha&lt;br /&gt;Josephine --&gt; AHHH i have a math talent reading my blog. holy crappp. and no lah, math talent =/= nerd bah. you look 0% nerd lah, lol&lt;br /&gt;Clement --&gt; yes. unfair bullshit. sometimes i wonder if i should have came to HCI at all lah. Or maybe i shouldn't have committed myself to so many things. But then again i shall say i'm pushing myself to see how far i go. yesyes. jiayou us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what am i fighting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. time's up, mum's back. mug time.&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-8283918700933289262?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8283918700933289262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=8283918700933289262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/8283918700933289262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/8283918700933289262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/thirtyfour.html' title='thirtyfour'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-7121141508480142578</id><published>2008-07-27T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:19:49.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thritythree</title><content type='html'>sigh, tired, halfdead. busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History test later, geog tmrw. Training ends 7 or so today. home at 8pm. I have to rely on luck i guess. jiayou me, jiayou you,  jiayou the world jiayou the busy people of the world. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's depressing to note that i can't force no more things down my brain so geog, you get your turn tmrw. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighto. Its not the earliest of times now. Time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-7121141508480142578?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7121141508480142578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=7121141508480142578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7121141508480142578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7121141508480142578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/thritythree.html' title='thritythree'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-2492481215409575946</id><published>2008-07-26T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:09:49.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtytwo</title><content type='html'>Sigh, fine my posts are wordy i shall keep this short. No details, just feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home visit, sucked. No idea what in the world the class i was incharge of was doing. Neither did i do a good job as OS. I suck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. Kinda sucked too. Maybe because i'm down today not high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, did history which would have been, is and will be forever, self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, more history. I died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died at my table only to be reincarnated by my father's screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reincarnated and did math. The sharp right angle triangle pierced right through me and so i died again. No reincarnation this time. I'm posting as a person as good as dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I should keep my posts short. What's going on. bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-2492481215409575946?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2492481215409575946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=2492481215409575946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/2492481215409575946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/2492481215409575946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/thirtytwo.html' title='thirtytwo'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-7543007773346428681</id><published>2008-07-25T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:10:54.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>A busy week at school leaves me hanging half dead on a lonely friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess i have to get used to it. No i should never say that i'm lonely, i mean, considering the amount of work and things i have to settle.. i should be too numb to feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;These days something's happening to me. I find myself listening to techno. And i realised i don't really get tensed up even when there's tests anymore. Looking at my test schedule i'd usually freak and start mugging right away but i realise i couldn't care less at this point of time, even with four tests waiting to slaughter me next week. History, Geography, English and Actionscript test. Sure to burn me out. I ought to make use of my time wisely i told myself, only to find out that i just retardedly wasted about three hours.&lt;br /&gt;Discipline needs improvement, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. Event tomorrow, manpower tell me cannot make it today. So i'm supposed to be spam calling tons of people, but since i only got one more manpower who still has a 50% chance of making it and will confirm with me by 8.30pm... yea i should take a little break before i douse myself with a ton lot of history, geography and biology. Maybe math too. Lets say i study for three hours and sleep at about 12+.. I may zombie during lunch tomorrow, since event is going to drain me quite abit.. but oh well, poolside sells red bull for suckers like me to drink! haha, redbull one can it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class has gone completely senseless, like me, getting addicted to SummerGames3 on the handphone. Well, it really is kinda fun although its stupid. Maybe it just makes us feel.. okay crap i refuse to admit that i feel stupid playing it so i shan't say anything more about that.&lt;br /&gt;If you notice, today's post is as retarded as my classmates, because it totally has no order to anything at all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yes, many people keep complaining about the tagboard. I trial and errored with it a little and i realised. If you click on "message" first but it doesn't work, click on the "name" blank first, then click back on the message blank and you'll be able to tag. It works on my computer. So sorry i don't intend to change my tagboard. Not till my tests end, at least. well yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kai Yang signs in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, reminds me about NPCC today. Hentak hentak hentak. I shall just take it as.. stamina training. *smiles broadly* yes my tighs feel bad now. All.. tensed up. and all the hentaking made my knee really cranky it hurts no matter i'm walking sitting lying down or whatever position i could possibly be in. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Today we tried to get to Guard of Honour contingent for NDP parade. Kaiyang and I got shortlisted along with... Ding Quan, marcus chong, daniel, johnny *thinksthinks* uhh... jiaching and.. cannot remember lah, shan't use my brains too much on this anyway. Yea. At first eight got chosen, then me and kaiyang too noob get kicked out, go back supporting contingent. Sigh. What a sad case. My second year in supporting contingent. NO PROGRESS, IT SEEMS. bleh. sad. Oh well, i'll get my chance to be in GOH next year at least =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right. Tag replies bah. I may have more things to say i guess, but my brain's too tired to recall what i actually want to say. SO oh well, save it for some other time or maybe i could just spill to some random person i talk to on msn later tonight. right, tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel --&gt; OH HELLO YOU HIGH TEDDY BEAR. STILL HIGH? LOL. anyway you pwned at concert yea so keep highing, just don't fly too far away.. makes landing difficult. and okayokay, i'm going to do all the linking right after this post.&lt;br /&gt;Cedric --&gt; Yo hotsie. Don't be sad i'm going to link, and your link is going to be as.. noticeable as weiren's! not in size, gonna make it red hot. heh&lt;br /&gt;Yan Ni --&gt; Hoho!~ i linked you. Yes i did. yea my shin's better but it still hurts when i don't stroll. or when you press it lah, that's like duh. But still better. Thanks for tagging =D&lt;br /&gt;Josephine --&gt; grats your blocks over. lolerpies, and yes i will post more, when i have more things to say. no. more like WHEN MY TESTS ARE OVER. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia --&gt; sorry!! hope what i said above about making the tagbox work helps. And i realised i've been so.. negligent towards elmo's blog. I'm such a lousy elmo. well, i'll see if i have the time to post later. haha. prolly after twelve? yup.&lt;br /&gt;Fazeena --&gt; YES FAZEENA I HAVE A BLOG. are you wow-ed? anyway, tahnks for tagging. and update me on elmo outing! thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. i shall get.. linking.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-7543007773346428681?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7543007773346428681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=7543007773346428681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7543007773346428681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7543007773346428681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-7555922643146914165</id><published>2008-07-21T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:02:42.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30th post.</title><content type='html'>Whee wowow. 30 posts. That's quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;Before i start off with all i want to say but have no one to say to because everyone's busy, HERE KZ, YOUR REQUEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/ KAIZHEN ; says:&lt;br /&gt;boo&lt;br /&gt;/ KAIZHEN ; says:&lt;br /&gt;and bye again&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;/ KAIZHEN ; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;/ KAIZHEN ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont see the convo you dooofus&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;i closed it by accident ==;&lt;br /&gt;/ KAIZHEN ; says:&lt;br /&gt;youare such a bobo&lt;br /&gt;/ KAIZHEN ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't care, put something&lt;br /&gt;/ KAIZHEN ; says:&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;/ KAIZHEN ; says:&lt;br /&gt;let me change my user first : D&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;start copying&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;anything mann.&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;okay can.&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;eh but its quite obvious which is u and which is me&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;you tortoise&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet pn doesn't put gay stuff like ; and \&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i am a..&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;squirrrel&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;but im not a tortoise&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;at least im better than you&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;a platypus&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;no, an anteater&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;you indecisive person&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;tell me when your'e done deciding&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;what are squirrels good for anyway&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;eating nuts?&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;u know this ah-longish guy called ah nan&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;like one of those getai super big honchos&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;the one who's probably on drugs?&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;dohh.&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i saw him just now&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;wearing a leopard-print miniskirt&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean, jacket suit&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;does this have to go on my blog too?&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;er&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;since it's going on&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i might as well say something nice&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;about myself&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;all this is going on&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't care&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;quick self promotion&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;I ROCK !&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;and peng ning agrees&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*don't know how long later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;・s・G・・・o・J・ﾅ・ｷ??&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;your jap name&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;for short&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;・s・G・・&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;PI-E-N&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;wthh.&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;PI EN&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;peng ning v hard to say in jap leh&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;pe-n-gu-ne-n-gu&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;pe-n-ku-ne-n-ku&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;penknenk&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;quite amusing&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;・・・ｽ・ｵ・・・J・C・ﾅ・ｷ??D&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i could be speaking arabic for all you know&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;auf wiedesen&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;crap, i think that's spelt wrong.&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;lol let me show you how i speak my pnglish&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;stfu ya nigger noob&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;u know this guy&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;in the UK&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;wrote f*** you on the exam paper&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;and got like 2marks or something&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL WTH&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;cos the examiner said he demonstrated basic use of english or some such nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;stupid ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i hope he goes to madrid&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;cristiano&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;or fat one&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;the skinny one la&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;like i care about the other one&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;you care about that slut?&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;er&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;as long as he remains in utd&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i care&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;the minute he gets out&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;doh okayy.&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i ndon't care.&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;you don't&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;eh wait&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;i copy convo&lt;br /&gt;pn says:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;u are so wols&lt;br /&gt;/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ; says:&lt;br /&gt;slow leh u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so now you know why i'm slow. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;(notice kz's display name at the end of the convo is still "/ pn thinks KAIZHEN rocks ;". She's probably making herself feel high and powerful with that LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES get on to the post. Right, today. RHD coupon sales in the morning. WOOHOOO! powersales! i think i sold like a thousand over dollars worth. Okay maybe not so much, but i definitely had like, 8 $50 notes! Wootzornatorrs.&lt;br /&gt;Yea right after that harmony cup! haha we won. Ortus won. I played leftmid for the first time in the whole tournament but i guess i didn't fair too well and was taken off. Went back up in the last.. 8 minutes? to play as left back, yea. BUT WHO CARES WE WON! THIRD LEH, GOT MEDAL =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;haha yea, but in the last two minutes of my play time i challenged this malay striker for the ball and he kicked me nicely, across both my shins. now both are bruised. pfft. the left one hurts like hell since it was already injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After harmony cup it was the sad goodbye that had to come. Bye zhenghua guys, you guys rock. you won't weather so quickly, so you'll rock for long, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now i have an aching shin and uh. what was i going to say. OH YES. new shoe, bagus lah i tell you. Walk walk walk, slip and fall ON THE FIRST DAY WEARING THE SHOE LEH. Now i have a bruised butt &gt;&lt;&gt; I don't listen to metal! and what d'you mean in the later tag. I'ma son of rage and love? bleh, i don't get you&lt;br /&gt;Weiren --&gt; yeah man we go the thrid we got the medal. but sad your'e too injured to play today. and yea thanks for the suggestion i decided to take an easier way out; make my dad pay more. LOL&lt;br /&gt;kaizhen --&gt; yea sure thing. Me. warcraft. Nah they don't link. not anymore i realised i haven't played for long. and yes, you imba person can think of these imba-ly retarded means to type imba all over my imba cbox in this imba blog isn't it. How imba.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia --&gt; yea sometimes you can't type your name or smt right? i have that problem too. but yes, HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda --&gt; oh yea, that's one song that rocks i keep listening to it also. bleh your'e making me addicted to all kinds of random songs. but yea thanks anyway. lol!&lt;br /&gt;clem --&gt; Nothing. uh, okay maybe something. a moment of emo? lol&lt;br /&gt;Josephine --&gt; okayokay now i emo very little compared to last time liao. so its very goooooood now. haha. oh yea and you should remember that your'e important to ppl around you or its bad because its emo. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto, 10.01. i'm late. and my orange beside me is turning.. anything but orange. stupid flies. rawr. lol okay&lt;br /&gt;ciao!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-7555922643146914165?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7555922643146914165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=7555922643146914165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7555922643146914165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7555922643146914165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/30th-post.html' title='30th post.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-2492340366364911350</id><published>2008-07-19T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:36:19.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29th post - not a very happy one.</title><content type='html'>Take a step back, and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;Listen more, hear more, realise more.&lt;br /&gt;Open yourself up, silence yourself,&lt;br /&gt;for a day or two, and it'll come to you.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a realisation, of who's there and who's not&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder why this is happening,&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you do no more than reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;Take note, its reflecting, not defending.&lt;br /&gt;This is all i can offer, this is all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;Accept it if you please, decline if your'e looking for ease.&lt;br /&gt;But bear in mind pretty endings don't come with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If there was this path leading to nowhere good i'm taking, do realise your'e already at the end of it. Take note of how people feel about you, not how you feel about people. Look at yourself more than you look at others, mirrors exist for reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-2492340366364911350?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2492340366364911350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=2492340366364911350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/2492340366364911350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/2492340366364911350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/29th-post-not-very-happy-one.html' title='29th post - not a very happy one.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-8994422790702814181</id><published>2008-07-19T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:21:45.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28th post.</title><content type='html'>I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;I shall post stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;I happened to be listening to "thanks for the memories" and happened to be thinking about friends too (as always. lol)&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought.. thanks for the memories. Can we not let these become memories? Hopefully these good times can last and each unique friendship i share with each unique friend now would never become memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, NYCO concert was good. I was and i'm still impressed with myself, for not falling asleep during the concert. What an achievement, considering that i barely had 4 hours of sleep the night before.&lt;br /&gt;And yes chermain i shall stop denying that i'm a spoilt child or whatever and however you put it. My parents fetched me home. But come to think of it, if i took public transport home, i would reach bukit batok MRT station in like, 1 hour 10 minutes from raffles place if i remembered correctly. then i would reach bukit batok at 12.20 or something then i wouldn't have a bus to go home on then i would have to walk five awful kilometers, not to forget about my fabulous shin splint.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even freaking walk without feeling pain in my left shin. It got this bad after refereeing match during Ooi games on thursday. ouchouch. Now to reduce the pain, i walk with my left foot and ankle moving as little as possible. Yes, in short, i walk like an idiot now. Well, but yea a hell lot i hope i get to play harmony cup 3rd and 4th placing playoffs on monday. It's what i've been looking forward to, although i'm quite sure it'd be killing my leg. Who knows. A rough tackle and it my go snapsnap.&lt;br /&gt;My swollen left knee is irritating too. i can't stretch on the bed with my body all out straight because my knee will ache. I feel so "restricted".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... its 4.15pm and its my grandmother's birthday tonight, so i'm going to spend like, the longest time ever on a dinner (PSLC record was 2 hours 30 minutes)... I have two hours to mug as much as i can, shower and........ charge my phone enough to sms!&lt;br /&gt;Today imba day. sms sms sms. whee sent 80 so far, from this morning. explosion of phone bills (and father too) is becoming more and more common in this house.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, to those that are having tests the next week, jiayou and goodluck ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Kaizhen --&gt; YO! lol okay wth.&lt;br /&gt;sylvia --&gt; haha thanks for the jiayou. y'did well for concert. smile. i didn't fall asleep, means its good. and jiayou for your blocks bah.&lt;br /&gt;passer-by --&gt; lol whoever you are, thanks for the compliment.&lt;br /&gt;amanda --&gt; yesyes, you and your imba music taste. NOW, ANY MORE RECONMENDATIONS? lol. And if your'e tired just go sleep before you become half psychotic and possessed all the time. like me.&lt;br /&gt;Josephine --&gt; lol okay lah, but then i didn't buy them on my own because i wanted to give fresh flowers and i went straight from NPCC training. Was nearly late bah, so i guess that's a reason good enough for my mum to have helped. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rightright. mug time.&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-8994422790702814181?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8994422790702814181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=8994422790702814181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/8994422790702814181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/8994422790702814181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/28th-post.html' title='28th post.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-1445835198323824036</id><published>2008-07-17T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:41:46.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol, i'm blogging schoool.&lt;br /&gt;actionscript is easy. i mean it isn't easy, its slacky.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, its ending in twenty minutes. going to go for NYCO concert later and how nice it is for my mum to help buy flowers.&lt;br /&gt;How very much nicer for jeremy's dad to fetch.&lt;br /&gt;alright man, gonna go hopblogs.&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-1445835198323824036?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1445835198323824036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=1445835198323824036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/1445835198323824036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/1445835198323824036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol-im-blogging-schoool.html' title=''/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-5596059358061719819</id><published>2008-07-15T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:12:23.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a little latelate post. time flies past so damn fast i come back blinkblink its 12.07am.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow's a rather sian-ed day at school. Chinese, lit, PE, recess, lit, lit cheeeeeeeer!~&lt;br /&gt;It's a long day. a long long day.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope i don't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HCISO concert was wowow. Good job people from HCISO the concert was great. Tomorrow is wednesday. Ooi is thursday. I need to get manpower done. I need to go to Bo Tien Home. Grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i just need more time. No, wait. Rephrase. Maybe i need to learn how to use my time more wisely. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow will be a boring, long day, a boring , long night. Anyone who could sms/msn, anyone at all, please do. keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday lukyean.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with cleaning the shit out of my closet and i shall go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And, amanda your music taste really is kinda good i'm quiet addicted to mockingbird and cleaning out my closet now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;step step hop. keep it low, hop a little too far and you'll find yourself falling low to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-5596059358061719819?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5596059358061719819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=5596059358061719819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/5596059358061719819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/5596059358061719819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-little-latelate-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-5101093750700490607</id><published>2008-07-15T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:48:43.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lagged post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;A very lagged post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, nevermind the lagness of this post. I've got too much to say, but i got to leave at 3.45 which smells 35 minutes away. Need to go back to school for what.. Nationals supporting briefing. wowowow. More like cheer practice ==; And then jeremy's concert! So i guess i'm not going to come online today. If i am its going to be 10pm or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yay! New skin (first one for this blog. grats me), new tagboard (first one for this blog too) and music added! I hope my blog looks less muddy now. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Righto. PSLC! Fun stuff. Well just a little sad that i was a power slacker facilitator and xiaoyou did most of the stuffs (Sorry &gt;&lt;). Well, i would never forget the uh.. water that yan ni and sylvia generously donated to me and the dough that rachel gave! bleh. But heck, that was the funnest thing of the whole PSLC. Anyway, dinner rocked too! Bunch of us went to KAP to.. make a ring of red there after batch'09 finally (it was about an hour later) came. Too bad i've got no photos for that. But yes, our table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHxQvxdEgsI/AAAAAAAAACo/SXXVIN06Pwg/s1600-h/CIMG2810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223138449502274242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHxQvxdEgsI/AAAAAAAAACo/SXXVIN06Pwg/s320/CIMG2810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;paiseh Yan Ni your'e eating a bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha lol. Weiren and his amazing fries tanking capabilities. Three packets i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was freaking fun. I got high and noisy. lol super hyper and loud during dinner. I hope that didn't win me any "i-despise-you" tags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*bleh ivp poster scale diagram made me lag for 20 minutes. now its 3.40pm i can't type much more*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grah what happened after PSLC i forgot ==;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just skip to today. Today imba lah. Class pissed me off. i shan't elaborate on that. Timothy yap must have been feeling so high and happy to see me get pissed off. pfft. Anyway, Jeremy's concert later, NYCO concert on friday. wow me, first two concerts this year all coming this week. *munches on khong guan lemon puff biscuits (not from weiren)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiya no mood to slowly blog. gtg in three. i shall reply to tags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sylvia --&gt; Yes thank you i finally found a skin that's neither emo nor hold hand nor too plain. sorry i didn't use your reconmended dog skin i decided to stay in singapore not go thailand for sexchange and use that LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JianYang --&gt; yes YO you too. give me your link when you revive your blog hor. i shall. link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia --&gt; Haha yeah. finally a skin. and i'll link elmo blog when i finally decide to sort out my links =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weiren --&gt; eh all my replies to tags feel so "yes. i got a blogskin" yup i got one. LOL. How's khong guan munching?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mandy --&gt; haha yes i'm so very honoured you tagged! thanksthanks. and yea i know that chermain's your classmate. now, was that a random question, or is there a purpose to that. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chermain --&gt; yea okay fine your "changeskin" talk was the trigger to me getting a blogskin (that stole 2 hours though. lol) But yes thanks. Now i find my blog nicer and presentable-er.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat --&gt; yea praise my tagboard. and its not my fault that the picture is poorly photoshoped, POOOOR critic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josephine --&gt; HELLO! (to your first tag lol) And yesyes, i'm posting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay shit. 3.48 liao. I'm running late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sighs. briefing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-5101093750700490607?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5101093750700490607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=5101093750700490607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/5101093750700490607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/5101093750700490607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/lagged-post.html' title='lagged post.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHxQvxdEgsI/AAAAAAAAACo/SXXVIN06Pwg/s72-c/CIMG2810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-9089694991596047990</id><published>2008-07-09T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:04:27.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>No titled required. But this time for a different cause. I'm just too lazy to think of any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say much but "i'm a sleepyhead in the morning till 12.40pm" lol! I slept during chinese, math (a little), PE was hiphop and jumping around. I probably jumped like a zombie bah. Then after recess double lit last 20 minutes was napnap and then geog whole period was nap. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I should make it a point to sleep earlier, shouldn't I? (deng2 jiu3 ah4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the only fun thing was RHD preparations. Racial Harmony Day. The preparation sessions would look more like a Racist Development Workshop. LOL. Damian arh damian. you and your admirer. TEXTBOOK PLEASE. LOL. STILL MAKES ME LAUGH. jajaja!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, i'm getting abit over-highed, later blogger spoil. I shall reply to comments and go high on msn lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Ni - Yea sure thing i'll keep being nice last night was some retarded emo attack i got. Was super pissed off and then i just fell into some imba state of self doubt. Oh well, AND THAT WASN'T ME IN ANY OF THE PHOTOS YOUR REFERRED TO. I NEVER POSTED A PICTURE ON MY BLOG BEFORE. sigh you can't recognise me &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel - lol how nice to know that you'd be there. And yes i'm doing a project. new one. its called project "make me high" LOL. i shall remain as high as possible. Without falling lah. Anyway, knowing that effort exists is heartwarming enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiren - thanks for the comments! Now i have so many lah!! anyway, hope your ankle heals soon enough for finals of Harmony Cup, JIAYOUUUU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha can't wait for PSLC!~&lt;br /&gt;I shall mug for NPCC CAPE. I have to be a coporal. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-9089694991596047990?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/9089694991596047990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=9089694991596047990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/9089694991596047990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/9089694991596047990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_09.html' title='-'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-6001362176366034167</id><published>2008-07-08T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:31:39.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no title required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's just a little heartwarming to realise that this world will never be a comfortable place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can give comfort, but you won't get any in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its just like how you get made use of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, the kindhearted always loses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;too bad i always tried to be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;was it a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-6001362176366034167?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6001362176366034167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=6001362176366034167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/6001362176366034167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/6001362176366034167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-7155847231597043665</id><published>2008-07-06T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:21:05.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Day Extravaganza. What a success.</title><content type='html'>Sigh. A longlonglong day today that started at 6.45 in the morning. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*oh dinner. hold. 20 minutes =D*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay back. i took 8 minutes in the end. Hungry fat ass. lol. Right, back on track about youth extravaganza. I feel superbly scammed. retarded! less than 10 families from the public visited the fair. And i stayed there for how long? 8am to what. 5pm NOT WORTH IT. 9 HOURS TO SET UP, LAG AND TEAR DOWN MY BOOTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Ulu pandan cc, especially the BACK of it, isn't a great place to hold a funfair, is it not. Oh well, but still, thanks for coming down, for those who came and experienced the amazing bored-ness. OH RIGHT! PICTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCxQyac6qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fpZuQeYYZIU/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219866870091147938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCxQyac6qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fpZuQeYYZIU/s320/DSC01490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junda, xingbo, weiren and shenghui. xingbo and weiren arh, grow shorter please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and my booth looked so presentable it was commented that my designing skills suck. I'm hurt. But its a one man show, oh wait, two man la, but still... i find it considerably okay.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCxutpvJ_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Ln8QmLXxVEQ/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219867384209156082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCxutpvJ_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Ln8QmLXxVEQ/s320/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. that's the booth. How well patronized.\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to forget the banner that i spent SO MUCH TIME ON&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCyBihMPcI/AAAAAAAAACI/qRypl0pkXqI/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219867707638037954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCyBihMPcI/AAAAAAAAACI/qRypl0pkXqI/s320/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea man, the best part of the whole booth done by me and me and ernest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND! not to forget the creativity of shenghui and cedric! Look at how we advertised. I didn't have to scream. There wasn't anyone anyways. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCydbLhWzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sCDDlyy-_3o/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219868186704436018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCydbLhWzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sCDDlyy-_3o/s320/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that took my imba camcraft skills to tie to the pole =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That drew a little bit of attention to the dust particles that were being blown towards our booth by the fan. Not bad la, considering the fact that there were not many humans around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this, lagi best! FOLLOW ME! not shampoo. follow the footsteps to the booth. LOL&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCzIeTe9RI/AAAAAAAAACY/JWsIyD2MXgM/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219868926277514514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCzIeTe9RI/AAAAAAAAACY/JWsIyD2MXgM/s320/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made ourselves feel good by stepping all over it and making it feel used when we again realised that there was nobody at the fair. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh right, to those who know why i was pissed, this is the result of my pissedness. broken paint marker! super cool. (last picture of the day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCzxIWUlSI/AAAAAAAAACg/l5-UOdCGPTE/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219869624758474018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCzxIWUlSI/AAAAAAAAACg/l5-UOdCGPTE/s320/DSC01497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken paint marker with cool silver paint flowing out. it looks phenomenal (or however you spell this)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells, it ain't early.. 8pm liao. considering the fact that i've got work to do, of course. so now the last part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REPLIES TO COMMENTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yan Ni: Honestly i think i look different from NYP5 camp that time la. That time long curly unkempt hair had nerve problems. Now i cut my hair short and its straightening because i actually comb it (what an achievement) and i overcame my nerve problem and smile more now, so i look different. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what's a hurricane lamp.. its this oldold lamp with a glass cover and a wick (like duh) and a compartment of kerosene and you can light it up like wow. Oh it withstands strong winds that's why its called hurricane lamp la. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Ren: grats on your liverpool jersey oh my! i always wanted a chelsea one la. haha and i wonder if its a blessing in disguise for yan ni not to know you. oh and, thanks for coming to youth ex today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALRIGHT CIAO!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-7155847231597043665?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7155847231597043665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=7155847231597043665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7155847231597043665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7155847231597043665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/youth-day-extravaganza-what-success.html' title='Youth Day Extravaganza. What a success.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SHCxQyac6qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fpZuQeYYZIU/s72-c/DSC01490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-2979848076703280594</id><published>2008-07-05T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:26:13.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLC workshop + banner crap. lol</title><content type='html'>Hello world. Yesterday was a superifically long day. My day started at 5am when i woke up to continue doing pencil drafts of my banner for youth extravaganza that would start in 8 hours. lol usual stuff 5.40 walk out to rail mall have breakfast. New lifestyle. Really. Breakfasts should always be more than bread and kaya. Nasi Lemak + Egg prata with a hot cup of coffee starts your day off with a kick. haha&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, PSLC workshop was fun stuff. So hell lot more fun than what i imagined it to be, when i saw "Annex A and B". They looked retarded with the element and proposal thingy. I thought we'd be stuck in the conference room (that smells of cheese) for 5 hours. But in the end everything was done in groups and with that little bit of interaction and OH HELL YES THE VERY FUN ORIENTATION GAMES, everything rocked. Now i can't wait for next saturday for the convention itself. Its so going to be fun as well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh right! during the break i was walking round the first storey and saw yan ni and jiajia facilitating some station for whats that.. operation opulence thing. lol. not bad leh, yan ni recognised me. but i bet jiajia has no idea it was me because she doesn't even know who the hell i am in person. lol. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wah typetypetype. eyes closing liao ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh right, still feels good baby, hell yes it still feels good. Good album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay wth random!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home i was killing myself with retarded banner drawing, stand making, newspaper ball taping. Tomorrow's going to be a long and BIG day, considering how much effort i put into this council booth thingy tomorrow. Hope it pays off and whoever visits our booth has lotsa fun. It'd be nice if i ever see a familiar face among the crowds that come to visit the fair at ulu pandan cc, but i guess it'd be difficult to expect anyone. Sunday. Everyone's busy &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh right, pictures! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SG-s8gUtG4I/AAAAAAAAABY/jIHPzpJkBEE/s1600-h/DSC01480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219580648614599554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SG-s8gUtG4I/AAAAAAAAABY/jIHPzpJkBEE/s320/DSC01480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SG-tJ11k7HI/AAAAAAAAABg/gQEo-giuhfw/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219580877727919218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SG-tJ11k7HI/AAAAAAAAABg/gQEo-giuhfw/s320/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh right, besides my stupid foot that's there, yes, for ortus council the banner is NICE. haha its a one man show by me =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, right digress! my imbaness in soccer, Weiren + peizheng = ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SG-tlT7-TuI/AAAAAAAAABo/woUWE4ndpw0/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219581349664280290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SG-tlT7-TuI/AAAAAAAAABo/woUWE4ndpw0/s320/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My jersey that's HAWT! LIME GREEN ALRIGHT! O.Z LIONS RULE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(O.Z lions because its Ortus and Zhenghua =.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SG-t5ywqOgI/AAAAAAAAABw/Aa4ZCVXMbhs/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219581701535709698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SG-t5ywqOgI/AAAAAAAAABw/Aa4ZCVXMbhs/s320/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha and two becomes one. Credits to weiren and peizhen's sexybackS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i'm dead beat. Lets hope for a fruitful day ahead. haha i hope i have a good today! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comment Replies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yan Ni - For coporal promotion tests we doing hurricane lamp lighting and theory for campcraft. Uniform takes a rather huge percentage. 35% i think. Then the rest of the marks goes to baton drill and uh... normal drills up to tunkah (however you spell that bloody long command) i think.  Oh! and your big ego smile was cute. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-2979848076703280594?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2979848076703280594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=2979848076703280594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/2979848076703280594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/2979848076703280594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/pslc-workshop-banner-crap-lol.html' title='PSLC workshop + banner crap. lol'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SG-s8gUtG4I/AAAAAAAAABY/jIHPzpJkBEE/s72-c/DSC01480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-4556812133452603706</id><published>2008-07-03T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:00:30.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>Time flies. Officially. Really quickly. I was thinking "oh i haven't updated for a few days now haven't I?" and i happens to be a more than a week already.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things get busier and busier. A painful loss at soccer just two days back.. sigh&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's getting busy and all. We're all working. I find myself having not much time to play soccer for leisure with my classmates anymore. I played for 30 minutes today and i felt that.. panic. that urge. that fear, of not being able to complete my work. I skyed a volley that flew over three storeys. I can't play soccer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm home early. To do up my banner and all. maybe i should upload pictures of it tonight, when i'm done drawing more of it. I have essays to write.. and i'm getting busier with the workload from school getting heavier. Really is quite a big jump, in terms of homework load, from term 2.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's friday, another soccer match. Saturday. PSLC workshop, lunch out with friends (the only thing that spells fun in the whole of my weekend), back home for banner and posters with ernest. Sunday 8am to 7pm all at ulu pandan CC doing my CIP stuffs for council. busy me. Luckily there's youth day for me to mug and revise. I suddenly realise that tmrw would be the end of week two. That's really scary. A fifth of the term would have gone past tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Before i allow myself to burn in hell again, lets just say a few random lines to those who may be reading this:&lt;br /&gt;- to those who are getting busier by the day, jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;- to those who are sleeping lesser and lesser by the day, i have about 4 hours a day. we're on the same boat i guess&lt;br /&gt;- to those who need to rant, i'd be free when there's a friend in need. It's always been like that&lt;br /&gt;- to those who are going to die, hang in there. If you died, many would have died too, but they're still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tmrw's time table is fun.&lt;br /&gt;A period of PCME on porn, double chinese, recess, double action script then double bio in the lab! after that would be soccer. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment replies:&lt;br /&gt;yes yan ni, i'm going for PSLC or whatever that is. yay. oh and you could go on msn more often i haven't seen you online for LONGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay. back to banners. expect to see pictures at night, and perhaps more posts this month. i realised that blogging is kinda.. xiao1 qian3. lol&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-4556812133452603706?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4556812133452603706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=4556812133452603706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4556812133452603706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4556812133452603706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-5569011853462741810</id><published>2008-06-27T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:01:44.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jampacked life.</title><content type='html'>Hello all who read this post. (I decided not to say that nobody reads it =D)&lt;br /&gt;Its 6.53am ==; what am i doing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, its all because i'm just a little jampacked. Too much commitment, too much work. But i guess i'm doing my best coping and deciding to wake up early in the morning to do some work. Trigo, in this case, but i just got a little bored and decide to... exercise my stiff fingers from early morning by doing some typing. No one's on msn so i guess this blog's a nice place for me to type some crap and exercise my fingers. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, CIP. Leaving in.. 15 minutes zohmygawd.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, last math qn before i leave.&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-5569011853462741810?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5569011853462741810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=5569011853462741810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/5569011853462741810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/5569011853462741810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/jampacked-life.html' title='jampacked life.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-7473895771010055842</id><published>2008-06-24T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T05:45:47.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>Haha another day where i'm down. maybe i should say YET another day that i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;I've got stacks of work, matters (family and school god damn them both) to deal with while given a stupidly short time frame. Oh, not to forget the physical strain on my body after soccer training. I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the moral support when your'e needing it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll never come.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if your'e actually reading this, thank you. i thought nobody would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-7473895771010055842?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7473895771010055842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=7473895771010055842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7473895771010055842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/7473895771010055842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-4952579468413987217</id><published>2008-06-21T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:24:07.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That was fast.</title><content type='html'>Today's the 22nd. Today's sunday. Today's last day of holidays. Tomorrow's 23rd. Tomorrow's monday. Tomorrow's the first day of term three in school. Damn. That was fast.&lt;br /&gt;The holidays just flew right past me. This holidays really kinda wasted. no wait. I shouldn't use that word.. It really isn't much of my fault! This holidays was way too busy. yes. that's beter. I don't even have enough time to finish up all my work. Lets see what i've got to complete by tomorrow, technically. Both assignments and ACE..&lt;br /&gt;Physics ray diagrams&lt;br /&gt;GSM&lt;br /&gt;maths worksheet&lt;br /&gt;LOTF discussion forum&lt;br /&gt;LOTF journals chap 5&lt;br /&gt;LOTF journals chap 6&lt;br /&gt;LOTF journals chap 7&lt;br /&gt;LOTF journals chap 8&lt;br /&gt;LOTF journals chap 9&lt;br /&gt;LOTF journals chap 10&lt;br /&gt;LOTF journals chap 11&lt;br /&gt;LOTF journals chap 12&lt;br /&gt;Smoke. It's impossible for me to finish already la. If i were to finish everything today, today has to have about.. 30 hours? yea maybe that's not even enough.. Too bad. I guess i'll have to piah down as much as i can ba..&lt;br /&gt;Well, i should look on the bright side more. Like duh. I managed to finish most of my work! SMILE! And i survived 4 camps. AND got a really cute teddy!&lt;br /&gt;Now let me find that picture on my ever cluttered desktop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SF3FCZu0KGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ojCVopuh5DA/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214540588622555234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SF3FCZu0KGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ojCVopuh5DA/s320/DSC01423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUTE RIGHT ZOHMYGOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol. New hugging partner. The tag even writes "huggable bear". Oh well, guess its meant to be. HUGGED. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I realised i just spent 15 minutes blogging. best. blogging on a blog that nobody really reads at all. Maybe one or two people. Oh well, back to work. ray diagrams.. sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-4952579468413987217?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4952579468413987217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=4952579468413987217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4952579468413987217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4952579468413987217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-was-fast.html' title='That was fast.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B6jbRngPyBc/SF3FCZu0KGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ojCVopuh5DA/s72-c/DSC01423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-2513985663717871415</id><published>2008-06-18T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:02:32.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky or retribution?</title><content type='html'>I've got nothing to say this leaves me silent. How unlucky can i get. Things go upside down all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that short fuse i have, really. Apologies to songken for blasting you during NPCC. Really was quite pissed you were just really unlucky to have been my uh.. "ma4 xiang4". No hard feelings, really.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spring clean at NPCC sucked upside down. seriously. First the cleaning off the stains on the wall with a stupid piece of cloth. I ended up using my fingers to rub them off and now i've got torn skin.&lt;br /&gt;Wall was fine, at least i sms-ed and listened to music through it. Floor was irritating. piss me off. Hardened kiwi shoe polish, paint, whatever rust stain or who in the world might know what that is all stuck on the floor and we had to use fingernails to scrape them off. Sucked. Really. I don't see the rational behind working so hard and sacrificing physical pain to get a stupid floor clean. THe most painful and illogical fact is that the floor would get dirty again, within a single week or two.&lt;br /&gt;oh right, and still being rather emotional through the session really really doesn't help. But now i feel better bah, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;But of course there's still more pissing things to come. At poolside, i couldn't do anything right. There were no knives for me to cut my fish with. like what the hell. I couldn't eat my fries. For some unknown reason my hands kept trembling really badly while i ate my fries. It was the most insane feeling one could feel, really.&lt;br /&gt;Next was the phonecall about jeremy's harddisk crashing. FOR GOD'S SAKE THAT REALLY DID NOT HAVE TO HAPPEN. Good shit, time to re-do some work. No, not SOME work.  I guess ALOT OF WORK would sound more correct. Sigh. But bo bian la, just work more sleep less lor. Sorry, if i find myself unavailable on Saturday. Don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. Of course there were good things today! Peach tea tasted as good as ever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;When i got back i insanely kicked the curb at my house's doorstep. like what the hell, ouch. Now i've got a bruised foot. Sigh. At least that cute white tiger still sits on the shelf cutely for me to hug and sniff. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well, all these unhappy happenings. I wonder its unlucky, or maybe retribution. The world probably knows how evil i am and maybe lao3 tian1 ye2 just decided to pwn my ass as a punishment. Well, whatever it is, unluckiness or retribution, i guess i'll have to accept it and still work my ass off (preferably harder) and move on.&lt;br /&gt;You could say life's beautiful, but it's not going to be simple and easy.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be in paradise city (song by guns n' roses) already but well, surviving in there isn't a bed of roses..&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's the harsh reality. Time to get myself back to work...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, to all that talked to me last night. It helped me feel better, i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-2513985663717871415?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2513985663717871415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=2513985663717871415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/2513985663717871415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/2513985663717871415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/unlucky-or-retribution.html' title='Unlucky or retribution?'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-4059922476379365368</id><published>2008-06-18T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T05:05:56.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chances upon.</title><content type='html'>hello world. I chance upon my own blog while blog hopping for the first time this month, surprised to find myself at a familiar paged that spelled "PN'S BLOG". I realised its dead crap, having not been updated for nearly a month.&lt;br /&gt;*crack neck*&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from an hour-long nap. So that's gonna help me work later tonight. Sigh. I should always change my status when i get my fat ass to sleep. Now i "daoed" rachel by accident. No hard feelings ==;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just got back from council's mid year review. Activities were really fun, although i have to say the feedback given from the teachers, according to council mentor was not exactly very positive, but that required proportion of fun and serious times were still present. Back from MYR, down at mediacorp filming for some kind of records challenge thing. Wasn't really as.. fun as i thought. But for the school, i guess it was rather okay. Hopefully we actually win something  out of today's uh.. human/t-shirt montage.&lt;br /&gt;After that i never felt well and went home (still coughing badly). Oh wait. random jump. i just realised that i hadn't mentioned i'm on a super bad cough and uber tight chest. grah. okay, having said it now, you shld know. GO HOME! played a game of dota, got thrashed, did some english work, some uh.. admin work, wanted to hug my bolster and think and perhaps relax for 10 minutes and once i closed my eyes i got to the other world. wake up, pissed, listening to london bridge (14 songs from where i previously left off in my playlist). Great crap. slep an hour, takes me another 20 minutes to settle down, that calls for 1 hour 20 minutes of later night work. i intended to sleep at 11.30. smells like 1am now..&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, the word tomorrow.. good or bad, i don't know. Schedule sounds like 9am fall in for NPCC spring clean till 12 noon. CRP/IVP ppt. 4.30 nat and co comes over for IVP. 8pm to 10pm songken comes over for IH. boring and tiring day. but one nice thing would be sylvia coming back from aussie. that'd be cool.&lt;br /&gt;*sniffs softtoy (drug ball)*&lt;br /&gt;wow. 8.04pm. Time flies when 1) you blog. 2) you sleep. 3) you talk.. I need more time, i mean, who doesn't. I wish there could be this time machine that could bring me back 2 weeks in time. i'd.. i'd.... hug all my completed homework, newly bought softtoys and uh.. some memories perhaps, and jump straight into the bloody machine. I need more time.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. seeing that stupid number on the bottom right hand corner of my screen change again makes me nervous. 8.05pm now.&lt;br /&gt;Talk less, do more.&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-4059922476379365368?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4059922476379365368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=4059922476379365368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4059922476379365368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4059922476379365368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/chances-upon.html' title='chances upon.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-750413653093422938</id><published>2008-05-24T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:21:19.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>Right. I was looking for something to post about to kill time when my parents came around to screw things up a little.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Listening to music is wrong because there's GLOBAL WARMING and listening to music ON MY LAPTOP KILLS ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT OF TREES. sad isn't it? I'm such a sin. I'm killing the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Turning my aircon on is wrong because i close my door and don't hear my parents coming home and don't go out to greet them. They tell me, "you lock yourself in your room all the time with the door close even I(my dad) comes in to greet you you dont come out to greet me" God damn it. you know i'm busy enough to keep myself locked in the room and your'e saying this shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It's wrong to listen to music when i'm doing work. Yes. I got scolded to listening to music while checking emails.&lt;br /&gt;They say. We have big and nice hi-fi system? Want to listen to music, don't know how to use the hi-fi system outside arh? 6+1 speakers, don't know how to use.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Right. Talk about global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I listen to Jack Johnson's "Enemy" they don't like it they say i need to listen to the right kind of music. Like what the hell. I'm sure Jack Johnson's songs are bad and noisy. What else do i have to listen to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. They say they don't like to listen to the music i like. So i close my room door to play music, or i use my headphones.&lt;br /&gt;"why the hell are you listening to music in your room all the time?"&lt;br /&gt;"why the hell are you using headphones all the time?"&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do YOU complain so much all the time when i'm trying so hard already to not piss you off.&lt;br /&gt;Everything they say contradicts. But we all have to shut up to prevent ourselves from getting bleeding mouths, don't we.&lt;br /&gt;*That's life. I guess. I shall continue to be obsessed with Jack Johnson's songs.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics mean something. and i'm not amazed. One song probably has more meaning than an hour of.. talk from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;These are lyrics i'd like to share becaue they're too freaking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enemy"&lt;br /&gt;After we spoke I had a dream that I broke&lt;br /&gt;The teeth from a mouth of a snake&lt;br /&gt;That I choked on the teeth&lt;br /&gt;They were mine all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the pieces when I woke up&lt;br /&gt;Put them in a boat made of things that I don't want to see&lt;br /&gt;I blew on the sail&lt;br /&gt;Watched it drift out to sea&lt;br /&gt;The further it drifted the closer it came to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;So I took it apart built a billion boxes&lt;br /&gt;There was only one key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm your enemy&lt;br /&gt;But that don't make you mine&lt;br /&gt;And all I have now is empathy&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you'd stop trying&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please stop lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put hatred in a box then I locked it&lt;br /&gt;The strongest one I made&lt;br /&gt;I buried it all, grew a tree without thorns&lt;br /&gt;And sat beneath the shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm your enemy&lt;br /&gt;But that don't make you mine&lt;br /&gt;And all I have now is empathy&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you'd stop trying&lt;br /&gt;Oh please stop lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la...&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make sense, don't they.&lt;br /&gt;Well, how i'd wish i didn't have to leave this world of talking to myself and seeing what i'd write here on this rectangular box, but i have to.&lt;br /&gt;Camp reporting time has to be brought forward. I'm on MC, but i shall neither "keng" or "wayang" and just go for camp. I have course tmrw. starts at 7.45am and activities for camp ends 2am tonight. Someone wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Off to packing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to answer perngs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not busy. i just don't want to say why my dp has been there for so long. I have nothing better to put anyway. and my tiger(s) are so cute. *bites*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-750413653093422938?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/750413653093422938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=750413653093422938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/750413653093422938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/750413653093422938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-8830460204649494316</id><published>2008-05-21T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:00:44.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog revived.</title><content type='html'>Hello all. Hello to all who reads my blog or not read my blog or just stumbles upon this stupid page. I need to scream that tiny little bit of retardedness out of my head. bear with it. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;APMOPS hosting tomorrow! Exciting! host guys and girls from KL. wonder if those cheerful primary school kiddies could pump some joy and energy into me. Tomorrow excused from lessons, but not from stress. I was all set to sleeeeeep more, wake late and all, then came sms. "see me at 7.10am outside staffroom." aw man, sucked. Yes it did, but i guess its my event and i'd be more than glad to see it uh.. succeed. yes. success. It's what we all look forward to don't we. Anyway, that was kinda.. okay..&lt;br /&gt;Real spoiler came at com lab lesson la. Sneaks away to check email. sees this one from teacher. WOW. I have to go down to HTA tomorrow to collect T-Shirt for my NP-malaysia OEP. email writes "either from 9am to 12 noon or from 2pm to 5pm".&lt;br /&gt;*thinks: Tomorrow, got double math from 10 to 11.20.. dont want miss. Go in afternoon ba!*&lt;br /&gt;*thinks AGAIN: Tomorrow got Harmony cup training from 3pm to 6pm.. must go training leh.. but math more important. Sian. miss soccer training*&lt;br /&gt;*thinks YET AGAIN: WALAO. tomorrow hosting duty 1pm must wait at boarding school till 4+... no harmony cup, no NPCC t-shirt collection*&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like i have to miss math and soccer, indirectly for hosting. but it should be fun.. as long as i don't die too badly. I'm just looking for a death with a little bit of reasonable amount of dignity. Just lectures. Don't scream. They should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;OH, time to crap about today. shitty stuffs. lets see what happened... Things were fine UNTIL. UNTIL after school. Schedule looked like...&lt;br /&gt;1.20 - dismissal&lt;br /&gt;1.22 - find ms tan ask about hosting&lt;br /&gt;1.26 - Service learning club event OT meeting&lt;br /&gt;1.49 - find ms tan about harmony cup&lt;br /&gt;1.56 - eat and walk to LT2&lt;br /&gt;2.01 - IVP (gah i have something to say about THIS ONE.)&lt;br /&gt;2.48 - walks to class to change into campcraft kit for NP trng&lt;br /&gt;2.55- NPCC training&lt;br /&gt;6 - bond with NP junior&lt;br /&gt;7.49 - NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me i'm free!&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. IVP.&lt;br /&gt;you people talk about feeling cheated and getting scammed. I feel the same shit for DIFFERENT and OBVIOUSLY less pleasing(more pissing) reasons. SMB message writes "IVP @ LT2 @ 2pm on 21 May." I rush, i run, i pant like a freaking dog, reach LT2, and i really appreciate the teacher there who told me "huh? 2.15 then start what."&lt;br /&gt;You can understand that feeling of pissness, right?&lt;br /&gt;okok, 15 minutes wait sounded fine.. at least sometime for me to think about those i left out through my busy schedule today.&lt;br /&gt;But, as we all know, we students who are supposed to be on time turn out to be more punctual than adults. Half or more of the times. 2.15 mentor come on time, stilll cann laa. It's just a little.. sad, that they prefer 3 to 1. They had to come at 2.35. Not a very pleasant experience to WAIT AND LAG, when you have TONS OF ACTIVITIES YOU CAN'T BE LATE FOR to come, AND HAVEN'T HAD LUNCH, and FELT LIKE SHITTING but did not want to be late and had to EXERCISE THAT POOR COLON OF YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. nothing much more significant.&lt;br /&gt;*feels better after screaming*&lt;br /&gt;oh, this is best. hear this, and laugh at my stupidity&lt;br /&gt;"HELLO MUM. I LOST MY SCHOOL UNIFORM, TOWEL, SWIMMING TRUNKS, NPCC AND COUNCIL BADGE TODAY!"&lt;br /&gt;lesson well learnt - never put those in a shoebag.&lt;br /&gt;now all i can wait for is timothy's phone call and news about.. a wet, grimy shoebag found at poolside.&lt;br /&gt;*thinks of something to write about*&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, before i go take my shower (that's before my mum bites me), i shall make some.. i dont know. apologies? random comments? okay sure.&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm sorry if i made your bills explode&lt;br /&gt;2) I appreciate that you stop mocking me&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't need airwick in my ass&lt;br /&gt;4) Porn does not make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;5) 2I-Technologies new greanade invention --&gt; FFG (fermented flour grenade, not the usual SFG which means singapore fragmentation grenade or something)&lt;br /&gt;6) I hope you like rascal flatts&lt;br /&gt;7) I like my blue softtoy&lt;br /&gt;8) I like my tiger better&lt;br /&gt;9) I feel my ass getting bitten.&lt;br /&gt;time to go ==;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-8830460204649494316?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8830460204649494316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=8830460204649494316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/8830460204649494316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/8830460204649494316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-revived.html' title='Blog revived.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-195753493043551163</id><published>2008-04-13T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T07:13:56.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a friend, always a friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dedicated to 6G'06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It happens... it happens when you listen to songs... those that we once sang and hummed all day long together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It happens... it happens when you look through old photos, when ernest was never that black and we all still had a nice smile on our faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It happens... when memories of 6G together, are brought back right before your eyes. You'll cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As most of us move on into secondary school life, some in HC, some in RI, some in CHS, some in DHS - whatever the school, we all get busier. When we sit down again, and realise how far we've all drifted apart, that surge.. that feeling of nostalgia would easily overwhelm you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This post, simple it may seem, my thoughts run deep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just want to say that, class of 6G'06:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chee jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Qi Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeremy Chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yi herng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;galvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tan jun hao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gerard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yu cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yu fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kian hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kai shin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jun da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jia wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sean soh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jasper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tai yuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kian how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zhong hao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jing hao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kenneth tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ernest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;douglas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sitong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xuan yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;marcus yeo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you guys. i haven't forgotten you. I never will. Thanks for the friendship that we once had and is quickly vanishing. I hope somehow, it can be resurrected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once a friend, always a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHS6G'06, i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-195753493043551163?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/195753493043551163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=195753493043551163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/195753493043551163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/195753493043551163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/04/once-friend-always-friend.html' title='Once a friend, always a friend.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-5197774840192595830</id><published>2008-03-23T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T05:33:03.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better for mum to care more or care less?</title><content type='html'>I sat and wondered as I received an sms from a little someone while looking for someone i could talk to to come online. Another friend couldn't come online. Heartbreaking news for ME. But anyway, at least it was thought provoking. Someone of our age wouldn't come online only if the parents disallowed them to. Then i thought - Was it better for mothers to CARE more or CARE less or NOT CARE?&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a moment and decided that i shall shoot all my thoughts out here =)&lt;br /&gt;One should always start off from his/her point of view so i shall start with mine. My mother used to care ALOT about what i did everyday... These included compulsory lunches at home, homework done under her nose, no music while doing work and no msn before 9. Indeed it wasn't easy to live with. So many restrictions, i figured that i'd just stay in school for longer hours and soon enough, my house turned into HOTEL, not HOME.&lt;br /&gt;"Restrictions kill". That was what i thought and that was what i THOUGHT ALOUD. My mother realised that i wasn't too happy about that huge number of restrictions and decided to give me not just some, but ALOT of leeway. Only then did i realise that it was never so nice for your mum not to push you that much. I was given the benefit of having a laptop (the one im using now =D) in my room. I was allowed to listen to music while doing work.. Not exactly allowed.. they still disapproved of it, just that they gave in alot more easily and I found myself rocking in my chair like some insane guy (i used to love heavy metal) instead of doing my homework. The first two weeks was great.. like no restrictions like that marh, of course great la. Then, i realised something. I wasn't doing my homework. My mother never really cared that much anymore. Had she given up hope on me? perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;For some time, i felt empty inside. I started to think through many many things as i hid in my air-conditioned room. I thought about all kinds of things.. friends, whether who i regarded as "friend" was a true friend. As I lie on my bed, refusing to do my homework, then i realised that i was missing my mother's nagging dearly. One really would, just like i miss getting pumped by felix sir and marcus sir...&lt;br /&gt;What made things worse was that after much evaluation, i slumped into a corner realising that I never really had that many friends that i thought i did. I only knew the faces and the names. Nothing much more than that. Feelings that I'm.... how should i put it.. "unloved" comes into play then you really start to realise unless youv'e got really special people who are there pushing you everyday, you'd miss your parent's de nagging a great deal. You'd suddenly realise that what people say, what sounds so very cliche, happens to be true. your parents probably love you the most.&lt;br /&gt;So for several months without my mother caring (besides asking me to eat la), i realised my life was rotting. I decayed in my room. It SUCKS when your mother doesn't care and you lack someone who motivates you. Or rather, a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought again, what would life be like if my mother cared so much, more than she ever did before? What if she was over-zealous? Definitely it wouldn't be nice to live with thousands of restrictions and constraints, but I would perform better in what would be of utmost importance at this stage of my life. Okay, maybe slightly less time on msn with friends, but still, results would definitely look better. It wouldn't feel too nice... at that moment.. but definitely, it would feel better than no one caring about whether your'e dead or alive and how many cavities in your personality youv'e got as you allow yourself to rot without much supervision at all. *phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;right im back. So yea, imagaine. IF you lack that little bit of discipline and you hog infront of msn the whole day not doing anything, you'd ROT. It would be yucky to live with thousands of restrictions, but its a better feeling that being empty with NO restrictions and feeling "unloved".&lt;br /&gt;So to all of you peoples out there, if you have a mum that restricts you, your'e lucky. If you have a mum that doesn't restrict you, you hog the com but still do your work and dont rot, your'e lucky as well. But again, how many of us are like the latter?&lt;br /&gt;*FYI - FOR THE PAST YEAR, I'VE NEVER HAD LUNCH AT HOME. FOR THE PAST YEAR, MY MUM DOESN'T KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT MY WORK UNLESS ITS CHINESE AND I ASK HER. FOR THE PAST YEAR, LIFE SUCKED*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-5197774840192595830?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5197774840192595830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=5197774840192595830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/5197774840192595830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/5197774840192595830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/03/better-for-mum-to-care-more-or-care.html' title='Better for mum to care more or care less?'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-3698952503061115061</id><published>2008-03-21T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:51:37.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog, seems dead. but its not</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sigh, what are we to do when we have nothing to do, or bored of doing things we were doing, or perhaps have no one to talk to. This blog seems dead. I've never posted in close to a month, but this day, while chemming till 1.32AM i'm nearly dead and i decide to think aloud, publicizing my evaluation of my life over the last month, since my last post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness this blog still exists.. if not i'd be super bored with nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;The previous month has been exciting.. enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Addition to my life :&lt;br /&gt;- new friends: Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;                          Yan Perng&lt;br /&gt;                          Han Yang&lt;br /&gt;                          Eehsien&lt;br /&gt;The rest i consider less significant.&lt;br /&gt;Three names above, three new people to talk to. Amazingly, they're the nicest in my contact list now. For now and probably will be for months to come as i convert myself into a near anti-social mugger-like thing. Note i said "thing". I'm not even human now. Anyways, how i got to know the above... its a long story that i shall crap about now since im close to dead bored.&lt;br /&gt;Got to know them through NY p5 camp. (duh) thats not the thing.. its how I got the chance to be there. Through council. Council change lives. It changed mine, at least. Last year i can still remember at the start, how i was a little reluctant to join council. Thank you, ms tan for suggesting I try for council. If I hadn't, my life would be as empty as before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whee..... enough of new friends.. Evaluate MYSELF, more importantly. Well, its significant how i've been able to use my language more wisely over the past month. At least i think so.. Its great to be able to talk better with uhh.. how should i put it. More.. polite manners. yipee me and thanks fer the encouragement by the various people who actually did. Not many, but still, thanks. Besdies that, i picked up a comb for the first time in... years? I decided to attempt uncurling my hair. Should be tough, but fun. What other things did i achieve...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, definitely. I grew up. Mentally. I figured that i should learn how to prioritize my things and i think im doing fairly well as of now. Late friday and saturday nights to study and mug and of course homework. When im bored or half dead, switch around. Some PT in the room would do just fine. I'm quite impressed with the fact that i've managed to study till past 1am for the past nights and including tonight. Results should show.. i hope at least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah im sorry for lagging 10 minutes. i happened to see this ant crawling up to my tiger softtoy and decided to.. ahem.. dispose of it.. in a violent way of course...... hehe. damn im going to get nightmares.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right... I suddenly realise that if i were to spit everything out today, i'd have nothing for tmrw. Alright, i shall get back to chemistry for the moment and be back tomorrow, possibly at the same time.. ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-3698952503061115061?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3698952503061115061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=3698952503061115061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3698952503061115061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/3698952503061115061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-blog-seems-dead-but-its-not.html' title='This blog, seems dead. but its not'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-9199740097778256382</id><published>2008-02-25T03:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T04:12:21.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>Paiseh people, so long never post. As you guessed smartly enough, i was dying my hair white trying to get good results for test in test week (duh!? when else) but to no avail. After being antisocial for days and dying my hair white, i managed no more than a sexy F9 for math test. Wow me. 11/40... sigh. I feel the hopelessness in myself...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, there alway seems to be so many things in life to talk about, but when you're going to start blogging about it, your'e at a loss as to how you should start, or even talk about it...&lt;br /&gt;okay enough crap. for the zibei me, today, at least. back to math.... argh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-9199740097778256382?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/9199740097778256382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=9199740097778256382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/9199740097778256382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/9199740097778256382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/02/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-4713985376365229163</id><published>2008-02-19T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T02:24:37.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to dear edwin - EDWIN PLEASE STOP DOTAING</title><content type='html'>DEAR EDWIN,&lt;br /&gt;Please stop playing dota like you've got no balls. If you haven't realised, dota is ruining your life just like how im blogging now is raping my scores for history test tomorrow. And if you haven't realised, please do take note that there's history test tomorrow, IS and maths test on thursday and subsequently literature test on friday. I hope you can WAKE UP YOUR IDEA and stop playing dota like a balless freak AKA what you are now =.=&lt;br /&gt;You could WAKE UP YOUR IDEA by starting to mug now and not telling me that your'e going to play your last game for 3 times. I have learnt a lesson called the top 3 things that screws your life. The first being World of Warcraft.(Not only does this screw your acads, it screws your wallet too). The Second happens to be Dota which screws your life as much but maybe not your wallet. The third being training for EP3 during test week. LOL. Anyway, my point here is that you ought to stop dotaing for now.. you can always own me after the test week since im so freaking noob.&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely, from a friend  who never did anything good,&lt;br /&gt;Peng Ning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-4713985376365229163?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4713985376365229163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=4713985376365229163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4713985376365229163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/4713985376365229163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/02/letter-to-dear-edwin-edwin-please-stop.html' title='Letter to dear edwin - EDWIN PLEASE STOP DOTAING'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-184034290792849002</id><published>2008-02-19T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:32:46.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Week - Dyes my hair white</title><content type='html'>Hi all!~ This post wont be too long.. just an excuse to slack off for 10 minutes or so before i start dying my hair white again...&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day, things to be happy about =) It started "slackily" with an hour and twenty minutes of lagging in the computer lab for english lessons (sci-fi story editting).. then recess, then there was killer boring - waste of time assembly, which ended late because the teacher was showing off his bald head, eating 15 minutes into physics lesson which we did a fun practical on projecting sharp images on a screen. Never knew it could happen.. Then we chionged back to class for chinese lesson... first period we had some current affairs on ya zhou zhou kan then came CHINESE TEST RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a horribly merry surprise considering the fact that i spent three days in hell(sucky conditions) in heaven(with friends) at sarimbun facilitating the NYP primary 5 "adventure" camp... BEFORE my chinese test. In other words, i took my chinese test half awake XD&lt;br /&gt;More about results... Kai Yuan was feeling gay and scored a 91%... Not far behind was edwin&amp;amp;co... scoring 80+... jealous me, lagging behind with barely 70%.. still fine, A2. No offense to kelvin fan &amp;amp; co.....&lt;br /&gt;Right... Tomorrow there's history test... followed by training till 6.30! great. Thursday there's math and C--(this is not a typo).. Friday all hail the last test - literature. Then i'll play my ass off. But before that i'll have to dye my hair white. Todays white dye's made up of some crappy stuffs... History text... readings... Project 1,2,3 and assignment 1,2,3 and quick test1,2,3 for C++ followed by some mathematics theories if time permits (it has to or im dead crap.). Oh well... i've got to go dye my hair now.. ciao~&lt;br /&gt;perhaps if i have time or feel sian later i'd post a little more xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-184034290792849002?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/184034290792849002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=184034290792849002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/184034290792849002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/184034290792849002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/02/test-week-dyes-my-hair-white.html' title='Test Week - Dyes my hair white'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-9024135246303129386</id><published>2008-02-18T03:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T05:59:33.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KELVIN - GRRR.</title><content type='html'>pn - i love tissue says:&lt;br /&gt;i just made quite a long post again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin - ???????? ?????????? Bad flu Sorry for dao-ing I HATE HP PRINTERS!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin - ???????? ?????????? Bad flu Sorry for dao-ing I HATE HP PRINTERS!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;congratz&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin - ???????? ?????????? Bad flu Sorry for dao-ing I HATE HP PRINTERS!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;wonderful blogger&lt;br /&gt;YES KELVIN. I FEEL THE SARCASM. IM SINKING UNDER IT.&lt;br /&gt;nope, im not deleting this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-9024135246303129386?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/9024135246303129386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=9024135246303129386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/9024135246303129386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/9024135246303129386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/02/kelvin-grrr.html' title='KELVIN - GRRR.'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-1773232846384482109</id><published>2008-02-18T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T05:49:23.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, my luckiest day</title><content type='html'>Yay. I lived through another day. Please rejoice. First, i screwed my trip to school. Then i screwed my test.&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to have been bad to turn my head and look and jeremy's answer script during geography test, if not, I'd have missed 10 whole marks out. Stupidly enough, i rushed through section A (MCQ) and find myself face to face with a relatively stupid Section C set of questions. I finished it with much ease.. MUCH EASE until i realised that it was too good to be true that i finished the paper with 15 minutes to spare. Yes indeed, TOO GOOD to be TRUE. It was false. I realised that i merrily skipped the WHOLE of Section B - 10 marks. For once my hands shivered in fear during a geography test. Oh well, lucky lucky me i managed to stabalize my hand and write the stupid answers...&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, its rather stupid in the sense that in last years Geography tests, they made so much sense, looking for quality in answers. This year, they have so many crappy questions, we regurgitate our notes - only to realise that they are half digested. Can someone please ask for a change in this stupid test format. okay.. maybe i should.. someday..&lt;br /&gt;Right, backwards day, backwards order to the blogging for the day. In the morning, fabulous me stood on the overhead bridge. I saw a long bus at the junction. WOW ME!~ I flew down the flight of staircase and sprinted towards the bus. The busdriver looked shocked enough to see a Hwa chong student chionging at his bus. He awkwardly (can see from his constipated face) waited for me. Sure enough, i thanked him and "moved to the rear". Then, as the bus was driving into upper bukit timah road, i felt something weird. Why the hell is this bus so empty. I looked around again only to realise the absence of hwachong/st. marg/MGS/NYGH (they'd be missing anyway) students on the bus. In exchange, i've got some clementi town students. To my yayed horror, I finally realised that i was freaking on 184. NOT 67.&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, lucky me hopped off the bus at the bend on the road before 184 would continue past KAP and all the way down to somewhere in hell. Got off the bus, smelt some good cigar smoke from a few underage smokers who'd die by 30 i guess.&lt;br /&gt;This day is backwards enough, but of course still got things to look forward to la! Must be optimistic, who taught me that, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Right, since things that go in an orderly manner shall be presented in orderly manners, i shall start from early in the morning... Okay, wait. What can possibly go right in mornings. daily attendance, half the class forgets to do homework, loses voice to get them down to flag raising. Good as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Good things only started at the last period (english) or i should say table arranging and seat changing period. Yay to the fact that im in the same place, boo to the fact that i still see idiots infront of me, boo to the fact that jeremy's not beside me anymore (zomg misses jeremy), consolation's that kelvin's there and uh... yay to the fact that jarrett's there beside kelvin in our "row" of 3 rather than timothy yu who would spoil my broadband connection. We practically spent the whole period doing the changing of seats and the english teacher gave up hope of teaching us anything in 5 minutes and asked us to do our own work quietly. yes, how quiet indeed.&lt;br /&gt;After school.... got cheap lunch cause im 常客at green plate stall... CMC boring meeting. Ah, fun again. COCB briefing. Yay me, boo me for the same reason. I was blur enough not to realise until today that it was no more than 11 precious days till i fly off to brisbane for some exchange programme in a missionary college with auditoriums that my teachers consider spartan. Exciting, sure enough. Away from school, with a group of friends like uh.. Jeremy, nat, cedric aka damians mum aka j.foo's brother. Boo me for the fact that although i'd be with this group of great pals, i'd miss Singapore. Hell no, not miss home. I'd miss other pals in Singapore. aiya, name list too long. i shouldn't list. If not blog length put some people off again &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;OH CRAP. Things getting backwards again. It's 7.34.... LATE LIAO. Time to study history to get myself ancient cause im from an ancient consortium -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ciaos~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-1773232846384482109?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1773232846384482109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=1773232846384482109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/1773232846384482109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/1773232846384482109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-my-luckist-day.html' title='Today, my luckiest day'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-484741324735991286</id><published>2008-02-16T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:18:10.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NP ARD. FUN DAO</title><content type='html'>Wee~ After flaming education i feel so much better. Oh well, time to lag for 40 minutes and type a nice post about yesterday before i throw myself back into hell with my literature assignments.&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday, 16-2-08. Npcc annual reunion dinner. 2 balls spoilt, one martin bonded, nearly one song ken bonded, $20 won.&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday in the morning, the day started off with a killer CNY celebration in School. Sorry la, Kelvin, my fault you had to go. I went to scam Nghh and say you american. Anyway, on with the torture. It was so cold, im sure it was AT MOST 20 degrees celcius in that stupid drama centre. Besdies that, the performances was very disappointing, really. The only 2 that kind of, woke me up were the Wushu performance and the yoyo god.&lt;br /&gt;  The wushu guys were cool.. Got to see jia he in action and even better. Got to see yuchen in lagging action. lol wave his stupid 棍also so lag. It was pure exciting till yuchen turned it into a comedy.&lt;br /&gt;  Then we were put back into comas while the emcee realised he was a big failure. Then came the yoyo god. Wow. Singapore national champion for yoyo stunts - never knew he ever existed, much less the fact that HE STUDIES IN HCI zomg. He was playing his yoyo and some ownage tricks and stunt. Basically things that can make your jaws drop.&lt;br /&gt;  Yay. 11am finally came. Dismissal to lao yu sheng. I ponned it and went to poolside with han yang, kelvin, timothy, damian, damians mother (brother of J.FOO aka Cedric Chew). Mui fan - ke pui arh, tasted like some big shit. Sotong stiff as wood, gravy plain as water. scammy shit they sell a pooside.&lt;br /&gt;  Then kelvin came to my place. Fun enough, he considered DoTA as porn and that taints my reputation. lol anyway carrom was fun. I beat kelvin, but considering the fact that it was his first time, i sucked shits. (just like i do in DoTA)&lt;br /&gt;  At 3.10pm, *clap clap* my uncles came and they chased peace away. My dad kept saying i was anti social by staying in the room. I went outside to get daoed by my taoist ( as in, really they ARE taoist) uncles. Depressed with my self-esteem lowered once again, i went back to my room to indulge in more DoTA.&lt;br /&gt;  欢乐时光过得真快啊！In no time i found myself (maybe kelvin too) running late for the super fun and super "looked-forwarded to" NPCC reunion dinner. 5.30pm, chiong into toilet, take shower, chiong back out, slip into jeans that i found tighter - shit, im getting fatter. Then we left. It was nice to have kelvin at my place. One of the most sensible guests i've ever hosted. He had brains to realise he shouldn't drink in my room. He didn't lie on my bed, he helped to clean up the carrom board thingy. Nice guy, now i've got a better impression of him (not that it was ever bad).&lt;br /&gt;  Uh.... *skips the travelling part although we saw some old gay on the bus that looked like kohkt*&lt;br /&gt;  Right, we hoped off the bus and conviniently bumped into ding quan, en ming and screw loose (jonas). OH wait. was it en ming or elwin? Think its elwin. Sorry im too lazy to backspace and change... So we decided to go up to ARD through the side entrance that connects to SALT and SIM. Kelvin and elwin for some reason felt very high, extra and gay so they sprinted up the slope to SIM. Good job. The rest of us who walked slowly realised that there was a change in location and that the reunion dinner was to be held at SALT centre concourse (of course la, why else is there 15 tables). We lagged there and wondered if kelvin and elwin were dead or something till we saw them panting their way to us. *laughs at kelvin*&lt;br /&gt;  Great enough, he found a soccer ball and hid it under the stairwell. let the kampong soccer begin. We played a match, sec 2s vs sec 3, excitingly kampong. For once our squad drew even with the sec 3s although they were alot stronger, faster and skilled. We just needed teamwork, AKA "SQUAD FALL IN INFRONT OF THE GOAL. WATCH YOUR FRONT SADIA!" gg, sec 3 squad can't break our imba defence.&lt;br /&gt;  Me being fat and unable to run fast had to be pivot man (playmaker). boooring, but its the fate of a fat person. Fait accompli, fat for life. After getting a blister in my foot, the emcee came out and barked at us for us to go back to our seats for the reunion WAS ABOUT TO BEGIN. He probably thinks we'd take 40minutes to settle down. Oh, and damian, nice try trying to steal my lucky draw ticket.&lt;br /&gt;  *shit i'm getting tired and lazy, but i shall continue with this horribly long post*&lt;br /&gt;   Ah, and the lou hae started. we made a hell lot of mess out of it. We weren't lou heing, we were having a food fight. 10 minutes into the dinner and the table was messy shit. Amazingly, we didn't really get downed for that. I shall skip the small details for now... fat people are lazy and i dont wanna dye my hair white for free...&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, and our ex-NCO johnathan sir asked us to make a sexy concoction for him. We had to obey and we started "work". Nothing much, just a plate of sambal chilli, half a cup of sprite. some coke, some orange juice, some onions, some cinnamon from the lou hei, some mayo, some prawn shells, a fish eyeball and the left over sweet and sour sauce from our plate of chicken. Master piece completed. We chanted for him to drink. YES, DRINK IT. but we only expected a mouthful. He retardedly DRANK THE WHOLE FREAKING CUP OF SHIT. bravo. Johnathan sir, have fun vomitting this day.&lt;br /&gt;  In the end that seems so far from the end, i won $20 in the lucky draw. Lucky martin won a crumpler. Its the BIG black colour one la... sian. im jealous (just like fat people always are). Sure enough, those who won the biggest prizes paid the biggest prices. We didn't doo anything much, just stripped him.&lt;br /&gt;  WORST OF ALL, i need to pity cyril sir. The CIs and other seniors bonded him, carried him up, pulled his leg WIDE APART, and rammed his balls into the pillar. PIAK!肉酱. Sickening shit. It was fun, but not till we realised that a few parents saw what happened. Complaints on their way..&lt;br /&gt;  OH, and we dedicated "sha shou" to jiaming sir lol. We thought he'd be furious and nearly dedicated "gimme more" to him again la, but he seemed to love the idea, so we skipped it.&lt;br /&gt;  gee, i have so many things to OH about. Now i shall OH about song ken and elias. They were drawing on the table cloth. BAD CHOICE. When i got home after climbing over school gates and all teh shitty adventure, clement called. "who was drawing on the table cloth arh?" GG.&lt;br /&gt;  Sigh, what a fun day it was, but it had to end... tragically with arsenal losing 4 - 0 to manchester united in FA cup. Looks like it'll be a chelsea man u affair at wembley again.. gosh, its 1.20.. time to go back to hell with literature. ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-484741324735991286?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/484741324735991286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=484741324735991286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/484741324735991286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/484741324735991286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/02/np-ard-fun-dao.html' title='NP ARD. FUN DAO'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731700957774613404.post-1022226620692138206</id><published>2008-02-16T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:50:09.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>Yay. first post.. i shall start to rant about what the hell i think of the shitty education today. In fact, i think i created this blog because i urgently have a need to flame education today.&lt;br /&gt;  Right, beggining with my own personal experience (how paintful can it get, im unaware). I have to take 8 subjects : English, Higher Mother Tongue, English literature, Maths, Geography, History, Modular science and Infocomm studies. Of the seven, i think only 4 are worth working on. (the four being 2 languages, science and math) Look, why the hell do students to day have to do those 4 retarded meaningless subjects? 读Geography读个屁。 读History读放屁。读Literature去eat shit。学C++ for what shit.&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe at this point of time, if someone could enlighten me how the hell I can make use of some history rubbish ten years down the road, i'll study it, but i dont really think it'll be possible. Education today is turning into an industry, far from what it is supposed to be. Why the hell are secondary schools offering a whole load of shit subjects? Shouldn't secondary school education still be a part of a student's foundation? They probably are doing this to boast how much facilities they have and subsequently, how much torture their students can enjoy. Okay, perhaps they could have some infocomm studies lessons in school for those who are interested, BUT why the hell are they making it compulsory and forcing some shitty program codes into our brains? For history as well. So what if we know a hell lot about world war one and its causes? Right, we cannot 忘本 or something like that, but when you are forced to recite a hell lot of facts, its a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;  Now in school they offer special programmes, but you need to have a certain standard in results before you can enter these special programmes. They say it will help you in the future and if you do well, you can possibly get a scholarship. Yes, they help you in the FUTURE. But they tear you apart NOW. Tearing apart not by making you learn things your'e interested in or something that you know you will apply in life like mathematics or self-improvement stuff, but instead stupidly redundant things like how in the world world war one broke out or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;  I feel that this is causing student's to lose alot of what is needed most to be a real learner - interest. Look at those with good results and you realise the first thing you hear when you ask about their method of success is "my mum kills me at home. Teacher make me memorize some crappy facts." Slowly and slowly i'm feeling that this same piece of crap if happening to me. I can even feel this sudden urge to create a blog to flame education today while doing literature homework. *sigh* What has happened to education?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731700957774613404-1022226620692138206?l=dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1022226620692138206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=731700957774613404&amp;postID=1022226620692138206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/1022226620692138206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731700957774613404/posts/default/1022226620692138206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyingmyhairwhite.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>pn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09895049451122182731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
