<?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-14536409</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:16:03.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>allaboutme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14536409.post-115089651364783650</id><published>2006-06-21T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:28:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#ffccff&gt;21 June&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ffff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;wheee ~ ( miroslav ) klose scored the first goal for germany in 4mins. and later, he scored another ( 2nd ) at 44mins.. while the goalkeeper fell down.. and no one was blocking him. lol. in the end, podolski scored the final &amp;amp; winning goal in 57mins for germany..!! woo ~&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 245px" height=297 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b162/cqy__1988/others/2034650233.jpg" width=215&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-115089651364783650?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/115089651364783650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=115089651364783650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/115089651364783650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/115089651364783650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/06/21-june-wheee-miroslav-klose-scored.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b162/cqy__1988/others/th_2034650233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14536409.post-114494299410065074</id><published>2006-04-13T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T17:12:06.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;din go to sch todae.. juz feel like resting at home. besides, my whole body &amp; legs were still in pain. sigh. woke up at ard 9.. ate my erm.. lunch?? lol. kinda early. then ard 12 went out.. to watch reincarnation at tm. the movie was.. average. at first din really understand what was it abt. however, in the midst of it.. i finally knew the story.. after certain flashbacks were being displayed. in the end, it was the teenage girl who turned out to be the mad doctor. but i guess smth happen in between there.. as really.. the ending.. was abt her being tied up and staying in one of those rooms for lunatics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;after coming out from the theatre.. i saw some posters of some upcoming movies.. like aquamarine.. garfield 2 &amp;amp;.. scary movie 4!! for the 3rd flick.. there's a pic of toshio ( ?? ).. king kong ( huh? ) &amp;amp; the girl who once acted in the hot chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;after that.. went to rent a few vcds.. and dad bought me a new watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;have got tons of movies to watch this coming may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;- aquamarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;- when a stranger calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;- poseidon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;- da vinci code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;- voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;guess wad? i won some tickets to watch 2 films man!! hee. 2 is for black night.. and another 2.. was yet to be confirmed.. cos the other time they sent me tickets to cry wolf.. which was like.. the movie had already finished screening. now.. im waiting for the complimentary passes =) anyone wanna watch with me? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114494299410065074?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114494299410065074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114494299410065074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114494299410065074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114494299410065074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/04/din-go-to-sch-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114475309602183868</id><published>2006-04-11T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:19:59.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;hi ppl.. im back again to blog. and this time, the topic is abt.. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCHES&lt;/span&gt;. sounds interesting? lol. fret not, there are a couple of 'em in my cls. well, some ppl got the mouth to criticise others, but why can't they take a bloody freaking good look at themselves? hmm.. actually, this is the first time i come across such &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCHES&lt;/span&gt;. it's really annoying to find that the way they behaved and their attitude.. oh god. juz feel like scolding them right infront of their faces. for some ( obvious ) reasons, i feel like lashing out all the vulgarities on them. they are juz sooo.. down right sickening bloody idiotic assholes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;_______________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;well, enuff of the descriptions. here's something that i encountered ( &amp;amp; witnessed ) while in the room with.. the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCHES&lt;/span&gt;. mdm noor came in ( while we were doing our cme project in the room ) and told us.. do not move any of these things ( on the table ) . and we juz nodded our head before proceeding with the work. and she said further.. "eh, last fri ah.. ur "best fren" came inside the room and mess up the things leh". and dunno wad else she said to us. then mins later.. the main bitch of the gang came in, and within secs.. she said "eh, u all ah.. dun mess up the things". WHAT THE FUCK MAN. hello, i dun think mdm noor would lie to us lor. that fucking chicken bitch go make up a story to accuse us. YOU FUCKING CB &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;. need to resort to using this method.. wth. u think by doing this, we will be scared of u?? OVER MY DEAD BODY. you bloody fucking sickening freaking &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;.. asshole. eh &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;, for ur info.. none of us went inside the room on fri lor. YOU COCK-EYE lar. cannot see properly izzit?! all the chinese students had oral on that dae ok.. if u dun believe.. we got TONS of witnesses. so, tell me.. who was inside the room then? A GHOST??!! i think u better go and have a thorough eye check-up man. and abt that fucking childish immature plan of urs to accuse us.. all i can say is.. IT'S SUCH A TOTAL FAILURE. ur acting juz sux lar, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;. go and do a reflection man. maybe the next time i shld start calling her.. bimbo. why come up with such a plan whereby everyone dun buy ur story.. AT ALL?? so.. FUCKING &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;.. listen up. if u ever read this blog, i hope u will noe what to do. cos if the next time u continue to do this.. dun blame me for blowing my top. and when i do, i make sure i will make life miserable and difficult for you. and dun come crying to ur frens for help. cos it's juz so useless.. BLOODY DAMN &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;. and one last thing, DUN THINK THAT WHEN I KEEP QUIET, IT MEANS U CAN JUZ LET THAT FUCKING MOUTH OF URS TO KEEP KP-ING NONSTOP. pls.. i think we can outtalk u lor, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;. and juz to let u noe, even if u wanna pick a fight with us, we will definitely win. cos the whole cls dislike u. no one will ever be on ur side. oh ya.. stop showing us that attitude face of urs.. see le also feel like puking sia. FUCKING &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCHES&lt;/span&gt; WITH ATTITUDE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;for ur info.. the bitch's initial ( aka the main one in the gang ) starts with a S. but ~ in the gang.. there's one person who isn't a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;. guess who she is =p my besties, u noe who im referring to ( for the &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt; ) =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114475309602183868?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114475309602183868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114475309602183868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114475309602183868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114475309602183868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-ppl_11.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114457223604352200</id><published>2006-04-09T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:45:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;tml is sch dae again. hais. worse still, have to stay in sch till 7pm. maths.. and followed by eng ssp. 3/4 of the time is spent in sch. can u believe it? its really becoming like my 2nd home. wish to get out of it man ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;things aren't the same anymore, and i don't know what else i can do. the feelings we shared.. is it still the same? hais. when will i get to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114457223604352200?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114457223604352200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114457223604352200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114457223604352200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114457223604352200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/04/tml-is-sch-dae-again.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114441501015580348</id><published>2006-04-07T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:11:02.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;finally.. another wkend had arrived. man.. im getting more &amp;amp; more tired easily. din really do much for my eng work.. din understand quite well for my maths.. etc. everything seemed to be in one big blur. my back now is giving me problems.. it definitely aches more than the usual time. whether im standing up.. or walking short distances.. or even carrying my bag while on the way to sch.. it juz simply hurt. hais. had to keep on pouncing on my back every now and then. i was wondering.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;would anyone care abt what im experiencing right now??&lt;/span&gt; sigh. even sitting is another problem for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and talking abt todae.. oh god.. my MT oral juz sux man! this had got to be the worst thing that could ever happen. i started to stutter alot.. esp during the conversation part. hais. asked me a question that was like.. i dunno.. it seemed relevant to us.. but only in a few yrs' time. furthermore, for the first time.. i came across a examiner who.. rested her hand against the table.. or worse still.. the window. walao. how can a teacher do that man? does that imply she's not interested in testing us? i mean.. the way she behave.. was as though she's not too keen on giving us the oral.. and also.. looking a little sloppy. i fel uneasy talking to her man. even if the way we read or talk made her feel bored.. there's no reason to behave in such a manner. it kinda spoil my dae. whatever it is.. i think i gonna fail this time. unfortunately, i heard that this marks is going to be used twice for mid yr.. and the other one i not too sure. hais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114441501015580348?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114441501015580348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114441501015580348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114441501015580348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114441501015580348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114423812682474573</id><published>2006-04-05T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:57:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm.. seems like i have smth to blog abt everydae man. lol. guess im too free? hee. anyway, these few days.. i was kinda tired. even if i tried to slp before 12.. still.. i dun feel like getting up for sch. damn.. got so much things to do.. study for exams.. tests.. revision.. hw.. projects etc. sigh. and on top of these.. i've got my own personal problems.. and yet to be settled. tell me, how can i sort out all these? i ain't a well-organised person. and many times.. i really wish to get out of sch.. where i can find a place.. to scream my lungs out.. and juz stare at the sky.. for as long as it is. im on the verge of.. having a severe breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if he ain't going to care.. then why should i? treating me with a hot-cold attitude.. do i really have to play this waiting game?? hais. i would love to have you by my side.. always and forever..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114423812682474573?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114423812682474573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114423812682474573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114423812682474573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114423812682474573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114414598949337858</id><published>2006-04-04T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:08:43.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;ok.. ytd was feeling down.. not in a gd mood. and went on to chat with diana and lihui. pour out all my problems to 'em.. and they tried to advise me.. etc. well.. i really appreciate that man. thanks girls ~ hee. i am feeling alot better now.. i guess i do need a listening ear every now and then.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;now i know.. whenever im upset abt smth.. i will tend to binge on food. no wonder im beginning to look plumb =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;hais. my back is giving me problems again.. sigh. getting more and more painful each dae. neither can i sit straight or slouch. wth man.. hmm.. can i get a cure for that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114414598949337858?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114414598949337858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;seriously.. i hope he dun turn out to be like him. i wondered.. is it that difficult to communicate?? i mean.. its not as if the mouth is being glued together rite? cos i think.. the key point to maintain a good and stable relationship is to.. communicate.. and i mean as often as possible. i know i juz know this guy for like.. almost a month.. or already was.. but how can i maintain it without having some dumb reasons ( and real stupid enuff ) to jeopardize our friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;and i guess my intuition is right.. a couple of problems have already arise. and if i really had to blog abt this everydae.. i think something's really wrong in here, dun u think so? and sometimes, i can't help it but to envy others who can have such a beautiful and wonderful relationship with their significant other. i mean.. how do they do it? they are juz so loving.. i noe many will tell me.. "pls focus more on ur exams.. things like these.. will come to you eventually.. juz put studies as ur first priority". yea.. i have heard it like.. a million times. but really can't help it.. cos everywhere i go.. i can see couples behaving.. i think u will get the drift. AND SO.. WHY IS IT ALWAYS THAT THINGS LIKE THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME?? IS LADY LUCK REALLY NOT ON MY SIDE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;im confused. can i put it aside and focus more on the important things first?? i hope i can have the will and determination to do it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114406496242910580?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114406496242910580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114406496242910580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114406496242910580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114406496242910580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/04/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114397584216890707</id><published>2006-04-02T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:04:02.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;nth much for todae.. juz went to the pasar malam.. bought the thai ( artificial ) shark's fin.. octopus balls.. and tweety &amp; chicken little stickers. hee. think nid to buy a sticker bk to store all of 'em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;hais. sometimes i juz wish i can figure out the cause of the problem.. and how to maintain a good relationship. seriously, i dun wan to lose this chance.. after being single for so long.. i finally found someone to share my woes &amp; happiness together. well.. he haven ask me officially.. but.. juz let nature take its own course. i dun wan to force him.. if not.. it will appear as though im clinging onto him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;1 apr 2006 - the dae i met the real you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114397584216890707?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114397584216890707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114397584216890707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114397584216890707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114397584216890707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/04/nth-much-for-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114389580466516811</id><published>2006-04-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:04:18.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;finally have time to visit him.. so todae went to his house to watch king kong. but before that i was kinda fed up man. trying to find his hse blk.. but to no avail. sigh. walked like dunno how many times.. thru out the various flats.. before i decided to msg him for the direction again. almost gave up searching.. but since i came here already.. so juz continue to look for the blk. later, we watched the film together. and out of the blue.. he kissed me on my cheek. omg.. he made me so.. malu man. lol. but moments later.. i also did plant a few kisses on his cheek. *blush* . was a little shocked. but i was feeling happy inside. hee. and after the show had ended, i went to take a short nap.. and he hugged me to sleep. sweet.. hehe.. for now, i hope that our relationship will remain as it is.. will try to get to know each other better as the time passed by =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114389580466516811?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114389580466516811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114389580466516811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114389580466516811'/><link 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/&gt;You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones.&lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.&lt;br /&gt;You are not very reserved, impatient, self-confident and fond of action.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b162/cqy__1988/others/untitled.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;%20src="'&amp;gt;http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&amp;amp;gt;&amp;lt;IMG&amp;lt;&amp;gt;%20src="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"   &gt;can't wait till fri.. when its the end of a sch week. but then again.. it isn't exactly one. cos the very freaking next dae.. is the annual sports dae. man.. have to sacrifice my sleeping time again. and i think it isn't fair man. during the last few yrs, the event was held on a wkdae. dunno why the bloody sch chose to held it on a wkend instead. thought i could have a better rest. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. my wkend is gg to be flooded with chinese hw. hais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-US; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-US; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;color:#666666;"  &gt;nevertheless.. my tweety junior turned 5months old todae. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-US; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-US; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;color:#666666;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-US; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;color:#660000;"  &gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;dad came back home.. and told me that two mails were for me. i opened the first one, and guess wad? i won a pair of in-season movie passes for cry wolf. wheee ~ finally... i won smth from the mag which i had been reading for like.. 3yrs? lol. anyone wan watch with me? hee. or maybe i shld ask him to accompany me. anyway, the second mail was a bunch of free beauty/facial product samples. man.. i forgot how long it was.. even though i remembered i took the survey near the sk mrt level 1. ooh.. i love freebies. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114371788893627266?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b162/cqy__1988/others/th_untitled.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14536409.post-114354396303823437</id><published>2006-03-28T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:12:03.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;sometimes i feel.. life isn't that worthwhile after all. there's so many things that can lead me to having.. thoughts. i dunno why. actually, this isn't the first time. maybe im suffering from depression? not that certain also. like todae, because of one small understanding.. it made me feel pretty upset about it. and.. yes, i got the thought of.. again. did i do anything wrong?? everyone seemed to be unhappy with me. but.. i did try to refrain from getting into arguments with friends. i tried to give in.. i tried to cheer them up.. and yet.. sighh. many times, i had problems even figuring out what went wrong. how i wish.. i can juz cry my heart out. im not trying to get sympathy from ppl. its juz that.. ppl always get angry with me. i dunno why. but, im also a human being.. hais. i wish i can withstand all this. but.. sometimes.. i juz can't. i really want to have a good bunch of frens. ppl who can share happiness and woes with each others. for this, im juz as contented already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now.. im getting real confused over this issue. and its driving me to - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUICIDE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114354396303823437?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114354396303823437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114354396303823437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114354396303823437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114354396303823437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114336352282865097</id><published>2006-03-26T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:58:42.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;hais.. juz feel mad about it. you may think that its a small matter.. but to me, im really sensitive towards it. argh.. always kept me waiting for his msg.. and im the one hu also always sms him first. why do i &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; have to make the first move?? another &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;oblong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;person.. the feeling of having to wait for someone till very late is.. not pleasant at all. and yes, i know now is the 21st century.. some girls are more pro-active in asking guys out etc. but hey, not everyone is &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; courageous, ok? i hope he is not taking me for granted.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;in case you din realise.. im having one of my bitch fits again.. sorry abt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and one more thing which i wan to say,&lt;/span&gt; I DON'T WANT TO BE ANYONE'S DOORMAT&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I WANT TO LEAD MY OWN LIFE&lt;/span&gt;. to the suckers out there, if u think u can ever manipulate me.. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;THEN YOU CAN GO TO HELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114336352282865097?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114336352282865097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114336352282865097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114336352282865097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114336352282865097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/03/hais_26.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114320067151480578</id><published>2006-03-24T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:58:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;hmm.. thanks to this relief teacher, it gives me smth to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;since ms khalidal was absent, there was this male eng teacher who came in to relief our cls. man.. i juz can't stand him. i didn't mean to pick on him.. but he juz gave me the feeling to label him as those "&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;attitude-kind&lt;/span&gt;" of teachers. he looked a little &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;geeky&lt;/span&gt;.. with the black pair of specs. all that look.. i wish i can capture it =x seems as though he was like.. only slightly 20+ yrs old. in short.. his age was close to ours. his behaviour was similar to an ah beng's. the way he speaks lke what we students usually do. and pls.. he even had to be so calculative in the time he gave for toilet breaks. like how he insisted that 2mins was the maximum time he gave.. and even so, when some students came back slightly late.. he began his "naggings". then again.. out of the blue.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;his voice went off-tune&lt;/span&gt;.. while speaking. for this, it gave our cls a very gd reason to laugh. lol. but he was frank.. and admitted to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;we then ( sort of ) played a trick on him.. by switching our names when he called on us. he said, "u all give me a fake name.. so i called you by the fake name..". ok.. after all these.. it made me realised that he seemed unable to take the jokes. but still, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;his attitude sux man&lt;/span&gt;.. and the way he speaks to the cls.. was like "aiya.." then with a "diao er lang dang" voice. overall, i think he doesn't speak like how a usual eng teacher would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;below are some short replies that he said to our cls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;- you all better copy down the points, its for ur own &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; good ( seems as though his tone like.. wanna scold us.. cos our cls was noisy or talkative? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;- he said " &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;do i have to remind u all to keep silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? ". ( erm.. are there such words as "keep silence"...? or rather.. it shld be "remain silent".. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;- he said " eh, u all shut up".. ( will teachers speak in this manner.. even if he/she wanted to scold the cls? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you are so strong, so tall.. and yet you speak like a gu-niang&lt;/span&gt; ( man.. suppose his voice was that loud huh? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;i can't help but wonder.. is he a qualified teacher at all? cos &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he is really a sickening &amp;amp; freaking ass&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114320067151480578?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114320067151480578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114320067151480578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114320067151480578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114320067151480578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114258129628917151</id><published>2006-03-17T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:14:29.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;todae went to the food &amp; beverage exhibition at suntec convention centre. ate alot of food samplings as we visit each stall/booth. needless to say, my dad &amp;amp; i went to try out the various beverages. coffees.. juices etc. but i love the &lt;em&gt;ma la&lt;/em&gt; fishball &amp; beancurd ( if im not mistaken.. i think its a delicacy from taiwan.. juz like the spicy hotpot u get from most restaurants ) btw, it included cabbage also. whoa.. when i first had a bite from the fishball.. it was kinda hot &amp;amp; spicy. when i get to the cabbage.. and lastly the beancurd.. my mouth was practically burning. it was like.. even spicier than those usual tom yam with other ingredients. no joke. and it cost only $2. man.. i was really full at the end of it. i think it took me abt 10 to 15mins alone.. to finish up the beancurd only. overall, the food were tasty &amp;amp; yummy. wish to go there again to eat. lol =) spend more than 1hr at there. it was a fruitful day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114258129628917151?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114258129628917151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114258129628917151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114258129628917151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114258129628917151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/03/todae-went-to-food-yummy.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114224172496454879</id><published>2006-03-13T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:22:04.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/Picture%20028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/Picture%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;the sch mag.. they increase the price to $8.. but in terms of the quality.. its much more better than the last two issues which i had =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114224172496454879?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114224172496454879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114224172496454879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114224172496454879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114224172496454879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/03/sch-mag.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114216279086415706</id><published>2006-03-12T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:26:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;went to tm to watch big momma's house 2 with my elder sis &amp; bro. man.. its been ages since we last went out together. anyway, the movie was kinda nice.. there were a few scenes which we laughed our heads off. like how the big momma behaved when she was at the beach. and the way she teaches leah's daughter to dance for the cheerleading competition ( see how she shaked her booty.. lol ) . but i like leah's son though.. in the movie. he's damn cute. and its weird to see how he can adopt a habit of falling down from something dats high. plus.. he even ate sand ( when big momma took the siblings to the beach ) and the green thing ppl use to scrub plates etc. overall, i would give the movie a 7 out of 10. i love the big momma.. interesting and cute =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, i still wanna watch FD3. seemed like i can't find anyone to watch with me. shucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114216279086415706?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114216279086415706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114216279086415706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114216279086415706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114216279086415706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-to-tm-to-watch-big-mommas-house-2.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114206117854641260</id><published>2006-03-11T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:12:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;todae's the start of the march holidaes. but it ain't exactly one.. for me. firstly, my schedule for the week is packed with ( sort of like ) ssp.. lessons etc. why? its all becos of the common test.. i think. in other words, its like normal sch dae for me. except that.. i won't have to wake up at 6am every morning. however, its still a hassle of waking up.. and getting dressed to go to sch.. when im supposed to be resting at home instead =x secondly, there were tons of work to do.. and this time.. i can really faint man. like chinese.. there was a total of 10 letter writing to be completed.. newspaper article to be cut out ( plus finding the meanings of the various words ) .. and doing until exercise 7 for the workbk. for eng.. quite okay lar. 'cos only need to complete one compre and the vocab part. luckily no summary.. phew ~ as for maths, need to do all the sums as stated in the paper ( with deadlines ) and handed in during the time when we r having extra lessons. humanities.. 4 SEQs to be done.. 3 ss and 1 history.. i think. hw piling up like there's no tomorrow. and ya.. i guess people r mistaken abt one point - there's only a ONE WEEK holidae for us.. not ONE MONTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;after receiving my CT results.. i think i really need to pull up my socks this time. hopefully.. there's improvement in the upcoming mid yr exams. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114206117854641260?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114206117854641260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114206117854641260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114206117854641260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114206117854641260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/03/todaes-start-of-march-holidaes.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114190225566252384</id><published>2006-03-09T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:04:15.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;hais. todae wasn't a very gd dae for me. juz got back my physics common test paper. and juz as i expected, i scored a total of 12.. out of 50. i wasn't disappointed as i know my own standard. i din realli study that much. i dunno why. nth seemed to go inside my brain. whatever i studied, it juz disappeared somehow.. on the day of the test/exam itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;wonder wats wrong with the teacher man.. passing such sarcastic remarks about the students. do all the teachers behave in this way? i began to find most of them belonging to one category - hypocrite people. they say one thing but meant another. his attitude differs between both the classes. ridiculous, isn't it? this was not the first time.. by the way. what do the teachers have against us.. that they have to pass such remarks on us? i really hate people who do that man. especially teachers. they are the ones who taught us.. and yet they do such a thing. wth. if they got the guts to do it.. then admit it lar. sometimes i feel.. we.. as the students.. are also the victims. when teachers feel they are hurt by us.. they can't teach anymore.. its our fault. but when we ( the students ) get hurt.. by saying such sarcastic remarks to us.. whose fault is it then?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;so stop being such a person. stop it.. before everyone hates you. a hypocrite won't get much sympathy from people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114190225566252384?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114190225566252384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114190225566252384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114190225566252384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114190225566252384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/03/hais_09.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114172627158667232</id><published>2006-03-07T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:04:35.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;hais.. i dunno wad i was doing during the common test period. now, i can picture how my report bk will look like.. with 3 subjects being underlined &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. i kept telling myself.. and to my friends.. this whole matter is driving me nuts. worst still, having suicidal thoughts every now and then. i have the tendency to forget things.. or stuff in which the teachers had juz taught us. even if i revise.. memorise.. or forcing real hard on myself to remember, on the day of the exam itself.. i tend to forget everything. my mind will juz went blank. WHY?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114172627158667232?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114172627158667232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114172627158667232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114172627158667232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114172627158667232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/03/hais.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114078050183844025</id><published>2006-02-24T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:50:21.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans;font-size:85%;color:silver;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans;font-size:100%;color:silver;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans;font-size:100%;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans;font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans;font-size:100%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans;font-size:100%;color:gray;"&gt;hmm.. i think my BF is about to start. been troubled by alot of things recently. and as usual.. during the wkend.. there were tons of work waiting for me to do. dunno if i had the time to relax or not. almost everyday i have ssp in sch.. and it left me with wed only.. to go home early and have a rest. and there comes the "boot camp".. as being told by mr pinto. can u believe it? mon to fri.. from 9am to 5pm?! and that is not all. almost every other hour there is a test in it. sounds fine? well, maybe not. in fact, i find it totally ridiculous. its all becos of the timing. way tooo long man. but somehow, i knew i was going in there. no doubt about it. i admit that i sux at this subject. and i dun realli have the habit of practicing. and there is the parents-teacher-meeting again. hais. hate this man. have to take the trouble to ask my mum.. and gonna hear her nag again. and talking dunno wad other stuff ( not related to my results ) to my form teacher. sometimes she can juz go out of the topic. sigh. dunno her lar. juz like what i always do - "one ear in.. and another out". and i dislike the expression on her face.. when she got my results or smth. i hope the conference will be a short one. cos it always seems like she have alot to talk to my teacher. and erm.. why do i always seems to get blamed for almost everything? hey.. no one likes the feeling of being maligned for no apparent reason. and i hate it. and why some teachers like to twist and turn certain things which makes us appear to be the ones at fault? some particular teachers doesn't care for the explanations. maybe they juz assume that its our fault. why is this so? its something that i can't figure out. anyone out there can tell me the ans? im dying to know. i knew that students also can't put the blame on teachers for everything, but sometimes do they even realise that they have hurt our feelings? sigh. hais.. i shall stop here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114078050183844025?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114078050183844025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114078050183844025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114078050183844025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114078050183844025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114043633851879471</id><published>2006-02-20T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:52:18.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:silver;font-size:130%;color:silver;"&gt;im all stressed up.. yeah!! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114043633851879471?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114043633851879471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114043633851879471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114043633851879471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114043633851879471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-all-stressed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-114008830440215930</id><published>2006-02-16T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:15:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc9933;"&gt;frankly speaking.. i kinda hate this kind of life. i dunno if i had made the right decision by coming back to sec5. ok.. so its only been two months.. and some of you may think that by making this statement.. it means that i do not have any self-motivation to carry on with my studies. well.. mayb its true. i know its for my own good.. but sometimes i juz feel that i can't keep up with all the different subject ssp.. and the homework in which teachers piled on like there's no tomorrow. many of you will also think that i can't take the pressure.. or stress. but let me tell you.. when i really can't take it anymore.. i &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; go berserk. and i mean it. enuff of all these.. i juz wanna end it with this -&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; I HATE SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc9933;"&gt;dun ask me to stop complaining about this or that. this is the way i am. u can't change me. im juz letting out all of my frustrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-114008830440215930?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/114008830440215930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=114008830440215930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114008830440215930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/114008830440215930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/02/frankly-speaking.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113965588134247260</id><published>2006-02-11T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:40:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;yawns. todae was the annual sch event - a run to McRitchie Reservoir area. imagine having to wake up at an earlier time.. juz to catch the damn bus to the stated place. din get enough sleep man. but i wont elaborate too much on this =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;wonder why.. this yr they brought forward the time to start the singing of sch song. i guess they are too kiasu?? started our run at abt 8.20. but decided to walk almost all the way. didn't want to tire myself out. hehe. anyway, its hot and sweaty out there &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i figure out that even if the walking, i would not perspire so much. however, i was totally wrong. towards the uphill, i started to sweat like nobody's business.. and my legs were getting real itchy. damn it. can't help but to scratch it.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;when we reached the expressway, i let out a big sigh of relief. dats when i can start to walk again.. despite the distance ( still need to be covered ) ahead of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;its the cheerleading competition again. and as usual.. hawk clinched the top prize. seems like there was a pattern in it. cos its either hawk or falcon who will get to be the champion. all i can remember was dat.. we did try out best. and also.. we did scream our lungs out. by putting us at the 5th position, i began to wonder.. was there anything wrong with the judging?? screw u man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113965588134247260?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113965588134247260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113965588134247260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113965588134247260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113965588134247260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/02/yawns.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113956770144978812</id><published>2006-02-10T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T18:50:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;9 jan - went to the Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts ( NAFA ) open house. basically.. we went there to see some of the works or projects done by the students and to seek inspiration for our coursework. we went to different places.. such as the skylight studio.. the jewelry making workshop etc. it was fun seeing people in action. but along the corridors were stuffy.. with so many group of students from different schools coming to visit.. its hard that we do not complain. and especially after we went to another particular place ( well.. i can't remember the name ) ... in which i came across a very arrogant lecturer who pissed me off. his face looked &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DAMN SICKENING&lt;/span&gt;. and with that big earhole ( abt the size of a 50 cents coin ) ... omg. so big for what man.. wanna let others use things to poke through ur ear, huh?? when we entered the place, he came out and told us not to make any noise.. as he was having a lesson with his students. okay.. fine. then we tried to lower down our voices as much as possible. but as you know.. its hard to be &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; silent in a room.. and especially when the group of people was not small at all. however, we did try to be less talkative as we tour around the room.. looking at the works done by the students. shortly after, that bloody lecturer came out again.. this time with a stern face and using his ( abt to blow up ) voice.. he repeated the same old words again. and walked off.. giving us the attitude-face look. i was totally mad at him for scolding us in such a manner. excuse me.. our behaviour was not like those trying to hunt down the best bargains in pasar malam or sales in a shopping centre. all i want to say is... &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;TO HELL WITH YOU MAN.. SO WHAT IF U ARE A LECTURER?? THERE IS NO NEED FOR YOU TO TELL US OFF IN SUCH A MANNER. SCREW YOU ~! JACKASS ~! ASSWIPE ~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113956770144978812?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113956770144978812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113956770144978812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113956770144978812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113956770144978812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/02/9-jan-went-to-nanyang-academy-of-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113860131519127758</id><published>2006-01-30T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:21:19.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;28 jan - ard in the late afternoon.. we had our own steamboat at home. really had the atmosphere man. the smell of the various food and my favourite soup base ( tom yam.. hee ) plus all the sweating.. lol. i would say its quite an enjoyable meal. and we started to play mahjong at abt 9+ in the night... until almost 3 in the morning. later on.. i stay awake ( while watching vcds ) till 4.30+ before i eventually fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;29 jan - went to the temple to pray respects to my late grandparents. man.. it was such a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; crowd. it was damn squeezy.. esp at the 2nd level. oh god.. didn't want to waste time waiting for the lift to come ( alot of ppl were practically stuck ard the place there ) .. so i chose to take the stairs instead. after that.. went to bedok hawker centre to eat ( only the malay stalls were opened.. plus another chinese stall.. i think ) . shortly after, we went to princess to watch I Not Stupid Too. &lt;em&gt;wah. &lt;/em&gt;the movie was kinda touching man. i almost cried at some of the scenes. esp when chengcai's dad ( huang yiliang ) tried to stop the fight between his son and some other ppl.. but was being pushed down accidentally down the stairs in the end. &lt;em&gt;sigh. &lt;/em&gt;and another part was that when tom's ( joshua ang ) parents went to look at his sch blog.. after some misunderstandings which made him ran away from home. apparently, his parents doesn't spend too much time with him.. thus the lack of communication was present. and they used those post-it paper to talk instead. overall.. i would give the movie abt 4 or 5 stars. can't really make up my decision. but i would encourage u all to watch.. cos i think the movie reflects well on nowadays the relationship between the students and their parents. i can understand how my parents always say that money doesn't come by easily.. and that they have to work very hard to earn their keep and to raise up we all. however, i would strongly ask the parents to watch also.. as i think the movie also portraits some of the problems that most students faced themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff said about the movie. later in the night.. i stay awake again till 3+ in the morning.. after playing several rounds of mahjong ( from abt 7+ ) . hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;30 jan - guess what?? my tweety junior turned 3 months old todae!! hehe. below is a pic of him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/320/tweety%20junior.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;tonight im gonna have another round of steamboat.. and eating &lt;em&gt;yu sheng&lt;/em&gt;. till then.. tata guys ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113860131519127758?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113860131519127758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113860131519127758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/01/28-jan-ard-in-late-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14536409.post-113732572412508606</id><published>2006-01-15T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T19:48:44.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;todae was the CIP whereby everyone's task ( or wadever u call it ) was a walk-a-jog to buangkok mrt station. after in which we went ard ( the field ) to visit the game booths. and i got addicted to playing the archery. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt;.. it was quite fun actually. and after trying for the third time, i hit the bull's eye and won a cap ~ hee =x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;well.. enuff said. the entry was kinda short.. but will be back to write more and post the pics asap. tata ~ im off to do hw.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113732572412508606?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113732572412508606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113732572412508606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113732572412508606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113732572412508606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/01/todae-was-cip-whereby-everyones-task.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113628296650076881</id><published>2006-01-03T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:22:21.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;hmm.. realised that i had nth much to blog about.. so i juz gonna write abt the reopening of sch.. which is like.. but wadever lar. zz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;saw alot of sec1 students hanging around.. all over the sch. the porch area.. study area.. canteen.. etc. it reminded me of the time whereby i first went to the sch as a sec1 student also. even though i had friends from the same pri sch, but they got into the express stream.. and needless to say.. i was drifted apart from them as time passed by. when it comes to making friends, it seemed as though im always the one to break the ice first. guess i didn't want to be on my own during recess time and thru out the lessons =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;anyway, both of the sec5 classes got back the same form teachers. however for our cls.. we got &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/span&gt; co-form teacher.. who turned out to be mdm noorliza ( aka my art teacher.. zz ) . below is the list of teachers for our respective subjects..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;english - ms khalidal ( oh well.. does it make a difference.. whether its her or mrs cheng? =x )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maths - mr pinto ( sigh.. juz hope he won't pronounce my name in a.. much more different way )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chinese - ms tay pei ching &amp; mdm lim peck chin ( ok.. so i dun really like the first teacher =p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;combined humanities - ms sazyrna ( dunno her well.. so.. i juz let it be lar ~ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;combined science - mr yap ( physics )&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ms jarina ( chemistry.. she was kinda funny though =p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;again.. ms khalidal told us to write out some goals for the yr.. and i did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;1) to pass my o levels with good grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;2) to get into a poly of my choice and with a course that i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;3) wish that i wouldn't get sick &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;4) wish that the relationship between my family and i can be improved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;5) able to find a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;BETTER&lt;/span&gt; part-time job ( dun ask me why.. the previous one just sux )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;6) get along well ( and better ) with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;7) be more mature in handling certain matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;8) hope to slim down abit ( im getting fatter. zz )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;will be back for more.. if i can think of a couple of 'em.. that is =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;todae went to hougang mall to buy a couple of things. after that sohni wanted to buy ice-cream from &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;man ( the person who will do tricks to you ) . i guess she was fooled by him.. with all the twists and turns. lol. i think he mostly target on students and small kids. i think sohni was revengeful lar.. 'cos after he gave her the ice-cream cone ( finally ) .. she also didn't want to give him the exact amount of money ( purposely took back the 50 cents ) . the guy was kinda humourous and he can somehow brightens up a person's mood. lihui &amp;amp; i couldn't stop laughing at sohni who was kena &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;suan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by the guy. and furthermore, there were many people &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LOOKING&lt;/span&gt; at the poor girl =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;ps: since she wants to let everyone know abt this incident ( mayb she's really &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; thick-skinned.. lol ) .. im more than happy.. or rather.. obliged to grant her wish : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113628296650076881?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113628296650076881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113628296650076881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113628296650076881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113628296650076881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113576396457071179</id><published>2005-12-28T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T18:04:54.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;went back to sch ytd to check out the result of my application for sec5. apparently, all of us got promoted.. but for those whose attendance did not meet the requirement, they will need to serve the dentention for abt a few days. wth.. kinda lame actually. but for me, i got a 62% for my attendance.. which i find it weird.. as i remember having absent from the programme for abt 12 days.. out of the 23 days. but whatever.. so long i need not repeat the year again. phew ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh well.. since i have been told ( by diana.. =x ) to post 15 weird/random stuff about myself ( sad to say.. i had been tagged &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;THRICE&lt;/span&gt;.. sigh ~ ) .. i shall post it again here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. My all-time favourite actor was Orlando Bloom ( aka the pretty boy ) . Ever since I watched Lord Of The Rings Part 1, I was immediately attracted to him. He is the only person who could really make my heart melt =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I am rather more protective towards my magazines.. bags.. toys etc than myself. Especially on rainy days, I will try my best to cover them.. making sure that they are not wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. My #1 passion is food. I simply love to eat.. esp spicy, hot &amp;amp; sour types. And I like to dip my food in chilli sauce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. I love to read Archie comics and Old Master Q ( aka Lao Fu Zi ) . Reading can also brighten up my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. I hate ppl who force me to do things. Do not blame me for losing my temper.. 'cos you ask for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. I dun like ppl making the same noise continuously. Seriously.. it make me feel irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. I once stay awake until 4am plus.. after watching countless of shows on tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. I dun give a damn as to who you are.. so long if u offend me in any way, I ( may ) publicise ONLINE what you have done to me for everyone to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. I detest kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. When nobody's around, I would talk to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I had already wrote 5 weird/random things about myself in the previous post. And these are the remaining 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113576396457071179?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113576396457071179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113576396457071179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113576396457071179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113576396457071179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-back-to-sch-ytd-to-check-out.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113515925214145914</id><published>2005-12-21T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:02:42.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;wheee..!! i got 9 points for my n levels and was promoted. well.. not totally yet.. cos todae i juz went to sch to submit the application form for admission to sec5. hope it is a success =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on mon, it was truly a very crucial moment for me.. so much so that the outcome would change my whole life. everyone looked very anxious.. and wished to get hold of the results asap. but that LKK took about 15mins to show us the analysis about the passing grade etc. man, he was really wasting my time. i wished to get this done and over with. worse still, after LKK's talking, mr selva also went through the slides about admission to ite and sec5.. oh god.. *faints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;about 2.30pm.. it was time to take the results. i was the first to take.. and tears was simply at the brim of my eyes. ms khalidal handed me the slip ( with a not-so-stern face &amp;amp; pale smile ) and said "congrats.. you're promoted". that was when i started crying.. continously. think im the most emotional person of the day. but who cares? these are tears of joy, ok?? furthermore, this result matter had made me all stressed up for more than a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113515925214145914?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113515925214145914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113515925214145914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113515925214145914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113515925214145914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/12/wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113490370078325934</id><published>2005-12-18T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T19:01:40.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;oh gosh. tml is the day. im so anxious. can't help but kept on thinking about my results. really hope that i can get promoted 'cos it is juz so much important to me. wish me luck, people =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;meanwhile.. im off to watch affairs of the heart ( charity show )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tata ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113490370078325934?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113490370078325934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113490370078325934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113490370078325934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113490370078325934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113481433793535454</id><published>2005-12-17T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T20:16:20.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;finally.. the day is reaching. i can't help but thinking about it for a really long period of time. im going back to school on mon to collect my n level result. and my heart is thumping real fast now. really hope that i can get promoted. and after finishing my sec5.. i can get out of this suckie sch. but i hate one thing though.. and its all becos of the bridging programme that he had organised for both the classes. he even took the attendance ( for the programme ) as part of the criteria for the promotion. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;stupid LKK&lt;/span&gt;. frankly speaking, if one doesn't attend the programme reguarly.. it doesn't mean he or she is not interested in studying. sigh. what to do? sometimes i feel that we students do not have the right to decide over certain matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;time flies really fast. soon.. its gonna be the end of my holiday job. should i rejoice? maybe. 'cos that's when i do not need to see any of those kiasu parents or irritating freak kids at the maze or bouncy playground. phew ~ and not to forget.. the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OFB&lt;/span&gt; who lectured us. plus, the ( money-faced.. i think ) uncle who kept on asking us to go over to his stall to eat. excuse me.. i think we also have our own right as to choose what we want to eat for our meal. i think he was afraid to have less business.. that's why. btw.. some of the prices was like.. expensive lor. however, im getting close to receiving my first paycheck. hehe =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;my baby tweety's pictures =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/baby%20tweety.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/baby%20tweety.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/320/baby%20tweety.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/baby%20tweety.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/320/baby%20tweety.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/baby%20tweety.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113481433793535454?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113481433793535454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113481433793535454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113481433793535454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113481433793535454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113412080979182329</id><published>2005-12-09T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:33:29.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I've been tagged by amer ( hey.. i dun get alot of frens with blogs one.. u noe ) and im supposed to post 5 random/weird stuffs about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh well.. here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. Post weird random stuffs about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2. At the end of the quiz, list the names of the 5 people who you want next to do this and leave a comment "you are tagged" in their blog and tell them to read your blog for rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1) I like to bang myself against things that are hard ( err.. dun ask me why.. 'cos sometimes i juz feel like doing it )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2) I dote on my baby tweety.. so much so that i even talked to him.. play with him.. sing to him.. let him rest comfortably ( with my windbreaker covering his body ) while he watches tv or cartoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3) I love to ogle at guys. Be it cute.. handsome.. cool.. muscular.. i simply adore them ( this one i think diana noe me the best.. lol ~ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4) I like to watch horror movies. And even though there are some movies which im watching it for the first time.. i will still cover my face with my hand ( for the record.. i once watched the movie The Phone.. with hands covering my face almost thru out the movie.. at abt 10 in the morning )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5) I have a weird temper. I can joke and play with you this moment.. and another min, i can scream at shout like a mad dog. I also have mood swings. Point is.. I can be pretty sensitive too.. and may yell at you for the slightest thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;as i had mentioned it before, i do not have much links to my frens' blogs. so i will not be posting any names ( that i would want 'em to do this thingy ) . but whatever i post up here ( 5 random/weird things about myself ) is simply just for u to read for leisure =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;one ( short ) auntie kept on walking up and down.. and looking towards our direction. den lihui told me she was looking at us. so i looked back and juz glare at her for a few secs. she walked towards us.. and began her few mins of lecture. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; lor. she thought she really got the right to scold us. stupid bloody ass. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OFB&lt;/span&gt;.. and with that old sloppy wrinkled face. tsk tsk. and even said "did my daughter do u any wrong? why u stare at her? she got a shock u noe.. and even told me - mummy, why is she like that?" to hell with her lar.. i dun even remember staring at her daughter ( she also gt nth for me to look at ) . and why would i do that for.. she's not pretty anyway. when lihui and i kept quiet ( 'cos we wouldn't want to invite trouble ) .. that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OFB&lt;/span&gt; still got the cheek to scold us continously. hello?! we are not there to let ppl vent anger on one lor. she thought she could get away with it. just wait and see. OFB.. wish that ur business would wind up.. 'cos u simply sux to the core. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A BUNCH OF BLOODY F***ERS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;a couple of parents saw us and asked "are u both in charge of this maze?" we replied yes and the next moment.. they actually told their children to go inside the candyhouse to take the tokens. omg.. so sua gu. and worse still.. they also kept on eyeing at the sweet tub which lihui was holding. and later in the day, i saw two foreign kids hanging ard the candyhouse before going in. but.. they went to pick bits of the gingerbread man and the candy cane.. for consumption. oh god.. do they really think that the things are edible? all i can say was.. their reaction went "eeee.. it's fake".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113412080979182329?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113412080979182329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113412080979182329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113412080979182329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113412080979182329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-tagged-by-amer-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113375659743646872</id><published>2005-12-05T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:23:17.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Notice: this blog may contain many vulgarities. 'cos it was truly an unpleasant day for me. so do pardon me for it. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;oh well.. here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;3rd dec - juz as we were abt to start work.. we actually noticed that the maze had already been opened. hello?!.. its not even 12pm, ok. we din get extra pay for starting early. dunno which parent/kid itchy hand.. go&lt;br /&gt;and open it. furthermore.. i also came across some "mutes" who can't even ans me a simple qn ( i was asking about their age.. 'cos there was an age limit to go into the playground ) . surprisingly, some din even noe their own age ( they juz give me that sickening innocent look ) or rather.. they had to ask their parents abt it. omg.  this was juz a small thing.. but sorry yanhui.. i guess this had already made me realise that i do not have much patience with kids. i simply loathe 'em. they are juz down right freaking irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;4th dec - as we had already opened the maze and playground.. there were this bloody two teenagers trying to act young.. insisting dat they were still  5yrs old ( after stating dat only kids between 2 - 6 can go in ) . still forcing us to let 'em go in and play for awhile. stupid man. can't they act their age. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;BITCH &lt;/span&gt;lar. juz feel like scolding 'em. later in the dae.. i saw 2 parents ( at different times ) falling off from the sitting area at the playground ( while they still can say " so soft one ah" ) . den they gave a lame laugh to cover it off. omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and i met a even more fucking boy who really make me blood boil. i juz hope he got choked while eating.. leg got stuck in the toilet bowl. he was juz damn annoying. there were two brothers.. but one of 'em went into the playground.. and despite asking many times about his age ( cos he juz seemed so &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;BIG-SIZED&lt;/span&gt; ) .. he still din reply. i was so angry that i told him " boy, if u still dun wan to reply back.. you are not allowed to enter again". and then he came out. as i moved a few steps back.. i felt someone was holding onto my shirt. den i turned back and saw the other brother. fuck lar. he thinks im a pillar izzit. walaoeh. the brothers juz sux man. later in the maze.. one of the brothers knocked onto my lower back. he is better off &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;DEAD&lt;/span&gt; man. i was fuming mad. stupid bloody asshole. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;BASTARD&lt;/span&gt; also. den went to take off the gingerbread man ( which was attached to the candyhouse ) . his parents can still asked my fren to paste it back. no manners. his parents can also go and die. a pair of spoilt brats. fuck all of 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;towards the evening.. there came another family who kinda spoilt our mood ( again ) . he sat at the sitting area near the playground.. thinking that WE will help 'em take a photo with his family. stupid old man. still can say us giam siap. fuck off la. we dun provide photo service. den his face like very gu mor. den his daughter also like.. omg. wore a cinderella hat. her dad said " cinderella coming already.. want to take photo" . pui lar. i wan to vomit *choke*. he thinks we can multi-task izzit.  den he asked us " muz bring our own camera ah.. but i todae never bring leh". dots. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;LAME&lt;/span&gt; lor. feel like slapping his face man. i won't give a damn to who is the person. he had better not provoked me.. if not.. i will definitely argue back. shortly after, he said again " aiya.. but my phone doesn't have camera leh". weak la he... go and upgrade it den. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;secondly, dere was dis parent who asked if we can let her daughter ( who seemed to look like more than 6yrs old ) in.. since dere was nobody inside. but we insisted dat she can't.. as our rule said so. den the parent said wad a failure. nb. she thinks she &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;OWN&lt;/span&gt; the playground izzit. cannot means cannot.. no use forcing us to let her in. and why wouldn't she think that her daughter is overage and very extra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;however, we did enjoyed a brief chat with a ger named elizabeth ( while she played inside the playground ) . a nice ger i muz say. if only the other kids were to be like her.. den i wouldn't be so pissed off every single dae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;this experience had caused me to change my mindset about kids. they juz sux. really hate 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;gonna curse at those who provoked me. ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113375659743646872?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113375659743646872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113375659743646872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113375659743646872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113375659743646872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/12/notice-this-blog-may-contain-many.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113344243117876644</id><published>2005-12-01T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:07:11.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;my baby tweety turned 1 month old ytd. hehe. gave him some sweets.. and took pics with it. can't eat 'em.. but at least it was also counted as his birthdae present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais. gt this terrible cold going on for almost.. 1 wk already. it's really a torture man ~ can't work properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/Image(277).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/320/Image%28277%29.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;my baby tweety had a new relative - baby nauzer ( lihui's pet )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113344243117876644?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113344243117876644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113344243117876644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113344243117876644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113344243117876644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-baby-tweety-turned-1-month-old-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113308510703388128</id><published>2005-11-27T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T17:51:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;phew ~ finally have time to post another entry. ( Having 2 days off for now.. hehe )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;anyway, during the first day of work.. it was kinda relaxing lar. cos in the afternoon.. there was like.. few people in sight. so i actually get to sit down alot of times.. ( slack ~~ ) and strangely though.. this particular girl kept on coming back to the maze. then out of the blue.. she asked for me and my fren's name. wth.. so i juz ignore her lor. and becos there was juz few ppl passing by.. i decided to encourage some of the adults to go in and have a look. but there came several.. same replies such as " what if i later get lost inside.. how? " den ended it off with a fake ( and lame ) laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;ytd was more worse. a 20min rain followed by having to work under the scorching hot sun. oh god.. i began to sweat like hell. hais. pure torture. and there came a group of kids who kept on looking at the sweets tub i was holding. i overheard them asking ( my fren ) " when is she going to put up the tokens?" i can almost hear it a few times. man.. they are really desperate for sweets. they even asked one another to stay near the entrance of the maze.. in case i put up a few.. they can straight away go in and take. walaoeh.. can't believe such people still exist. c'mon lar.. how expensive can a sweet get? it seems as though their eyes will pop out.. or their jaws will drop.. juz the mention of "free stuff". got a little pissed off with 'em. have the urge to tell 'em off.. but... din wan to get into trouble during my first day of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;typical singaporeans. ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113308510703388128?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113308510703388128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113308510703388128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113308510703388128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113308510703388128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/11/phew-finally-have-time-to-post-another.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113283217988634698</id><published>2005-11-24T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:37:30.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Back with another post.. after a few weeks of being MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to causeway point to watch harry potter and the goblet of fire. It was good.. i muz say. The plot was understandable.. unlike other films which seems like either the "head" or "tail" was missing. One sad thing is.. Cedric got murdered in the end.. even though this was his debut appearance in the film. sighh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And below was my first picture of baby tweety.. hehe.. so cuteee man ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/baby%20tweety.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/320/baby%20tweety.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;tml is my first dae at work.. wish me luck.. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113283217988634698?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113283217988634698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113283217988634698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113283217988634698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113283217988634698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-with-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113082930022057057</id><published>2005-11-01T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:15:00.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;bought a baby tweety bird toy on sun.. sighh ~ it looked sooo cute. with that huge head and the small body.. i considered it as my new pet.. dun be surprised if my pet ain't a living thing. cos im a weirdo at times.. and not all will understand what im doing. and looks like i have more tweety bird stuff to collect..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113082930022057057?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113082930022057057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113082930022057057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113082930022057057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113082930022057057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/10/bought-baby-tweety-bird-toy-on-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-113049576721381757</id><published>2005-10-28T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T18:36:07.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;went to sch for the graduation ceremony.. and it turned out to be.. way too simple. this yr, the sch had the teacher saying out the speech for the class. it was like kinda plain lor.. seriously. and to think that mdm ma made the shortest speech ever - with like.. only two sentences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;anyway.. during the sci bridging programme.. i was sitting and chatting with wendy when lihui &amp; sohni shouted out to me - "xxx is here.. faster come..!!" and to think that at this very moment.. i wanted to get up.. but my earphones were entangled with my bag. by the time i got out of the classroom.. both of them said he had already left. signs of disappointment began to resurface. actually.. i din have the thought to take a photo.. but since todae is the last day of the sch term ( before we break free for our end-yr holidaes ) .. y not keep it as a momento? however.. things turned out to be otherwise. i wont deny the fact that i do feel a little upset.. esp when i will not get much of a chance to see him anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;if you ever get the chance to read this post.. all i wanted to say is.. gd luck in whatever u do.. strive for the best =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;and to my other fren.. dun give up so easily lar.. okay? have confidence in urself.. i know you can do it. dun reach to that decision yet.. cos it may turns out as a gd news instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-113049576721381757?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/113049576721381757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=113049576721381757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113049576721381757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/113049576721381757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/10/went-to-sch-for-graduation-ceremony.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112920094666536087</id><published>2005-10-13T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:58:47.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;went to ps with lihui and sohni to watch the wig todae. the movie rawks man..!! lol. but storyline.. kinda identical lar. cos it shows the current situation.. den flashed back to see wad actually happen.. and back to the present again. perhaps its the concept that makes it different. about a curse in the wig...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;In the dark hospital room lies a present for Soohyun, a dying cancer patient. It is a beautiful wig, which Jihyun has prepared for her. Admiring the beauty of the wig, Soohyun slowly puts it on. In no time, the reflection of Soohyun in the mirror transforms into an attractive woman full of vitality, and a mysterious power falls on her. Jihyun feels uneasy with Soohyun’s mysteriously rapid recovery from the day she puts on the wig. Soohyun now seems to have become a completely different person and her attitude toward Jihyun’s ex-boyfriend Kiseok is not quite the same as in the past. In addition, Kyungjoo, a friend of Soohyun who has borrowed her wig, is savagely murdered, and now Soohyun murmurs unintelligible words. Something is happening to Soohyun and Jihyun is afraid of her lovely sister. And the curse of the wig falls on the sisters…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/details_wig1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/details_wig1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;looks kinda eerie, eh? =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;next movie : cello ( another korean horror movie.. hee )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/details_cello2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/details_cello1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112892437373608388</id><published>2005-10-10T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:10:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;nowadays.. i was not blogging on a regular basis. simply becos there was nth for me to write abt. so.. sorrie abt that. but now.. no choice.. been a week already.. so.. have to bullshit here and there.. and bring out all the possible things to post in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. had sort of like.. one wk break after my n levels. even though from wed onwards.. sch will be as per normal. but im not gg back there.. sick and tired of the 'military sch'. it seems as though everything we do are under control. more and more rules are coming = less freedom for us - the students. worse still.. mr leong had juz announced that we all will still nid to come back for wad bloody bridging programme. hais. i can faint man.. furthermore, the duration is like.. 1 month plus lor. stupid ass. but i dun care.. cos i wanna go work for these two months. so can say for this week.. im gg to pon all the lessons =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems so hard to control.. and as the saying goes "old habits die hard". juz can't stop ogling at cute guys man.. hehe. recently there was one - the cpe guy ( aka the examiner from outside sch one ) . he was cute.. he way he smile and look.. kept on looking at him man. but too bad.. heard from lihui that he was actually married already. too bad.. but hey.. i still have one more to ogle at.. hehe.. but i ain't telling you who the person was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im memerised with the korean drama - full house. esp when rain was the lead actor ( woo lala ~ wad a sexy bod he had ) . but almost all the idol drama serials had a common storyline - in the midst.. there will usually be a case of love triangle. esp when now.. ji-eun is stuck between min-hyuk and young-jae. min-hyuk.. can say he's really one suave guy.. look very gentleman.. and i think all the korea gers will like him. on the other hand.. young-jae is a little domineering. and esp now.. when min-hyuk confessed that he liked ji-eun and young-jae was jealous.. so he tried means and ways to make ji-eun stay.. such as extending the marriage contract to last for 3 more yrs. and everytime ji-eun is gg to meet min-hyuk.. young-jae will ask her to do all the household chores.. before she is given permission to go. now.. im itching to know the ending.. hope it will be a gd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's a preview for next wk's two episodes of full house. young-jae is in a dilemma. hye-won wants to be with him while ji-eun expresses her wish to leave. although young-jae overhears ji-eun admitting she likes him, a confrontation between the two leads them to conclude that divorce is their best option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112892437373608388?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112892437373608388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112892437373608388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112892437373608388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112892437373608388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/10/nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112833609577109039</id><published>2005-10-03T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:54:57.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;oh well.. had my eng and history paper todae. hais.. got one part of the format wrong.. for eng paper 1.. guess i din check properly. it was a stupid mistake dat i had made. but for history.. man.. i juz wish i could tear the damn paper up. hais.. spot the wrong topic.. and to think that my premonition was correct. the topic came out the wrong way man.. if only there were some ways that i can predict wats coming out for exams. sighh.. wasted my time revising for chapter 1. first time in my life.. i was at a total loss.. suddenly can't do both the sbq and seq. it juz seems so difficult in that moment of time. i guess my combined humanities marks are really gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;( went to the website abt the quiz thingy that ruxi put on her blog.. kinda true i muz say.. lol )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You must tell 1 people about this game in 9 days in order to make your wish come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is the one that you love ( err.. copy ruxi one.. lol.. its confidential )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_ _ _ _ is one you like but can't work out ( yea.. its true.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You care most about john ( like duh.. he's my brother -.-" )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;joanne is the one who knows you very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sohni is your lucky star ( haha.. got that, SEXY MODEL?! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes is the song that matches with _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's gonna be me is the song for _ _ _ _ ( very accurate..!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bu de bu ai is the song that tells you most about your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it's raining is the song telling how you feel about life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112833609577109039?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112833609577109039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112833609577109039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112833609577109039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112833609577109039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112799712434261713</id><published>2005-09-29T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:35:24.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b162/cqy__1988/ParaPluie2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;sometimes i wish someone will walk with me along this lonely path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;sometimes i wish i had knew u earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;sometimes i wish lady luck is with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;sometimes i wish things had turned out smoothly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;sometimes i wish u will understand how i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;sometimes i wish someone will share my happiness and woes with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;i guess im falling for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112799712434261713?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112799712434261713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112799712434261713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112799712434261713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112799712434261713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/09/sometimes-i-wish-someone-will-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112739097656669343</id><published>2005-09-22T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:09:36.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;had this study group in sch. but dun realli like it.. esp for now. was kinda happy to hear that it would be held in the ava room. at least i noe that i would be comfortable in there.. while revising on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;however.. things happend one after another. in the end.. the privilege of having the comfort of an air-conditioned place was somehow taken away from us. im not sure about what exactly had happened.. all i know is that the next time we attend the study group, it would be at the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;CANTEEN&lt;/span&gt;. man.. can you believe it? study at &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;THAT KIND OF PLACE&lt;/span&gt;? im not trying to be picky here.. but it IS kinda hot &amp; stuffy at there.. plus its a open area.. so.. hais. dunno wad mr zul is thinking. aiya.. muz be screw loose i guess. and how do we study in a condusive environment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;will be back for more.. on this issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112739097656669343?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112739097656669343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112739097656669343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112739097656669343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112739097656669343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/09/had-this-study-group-in-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112686618646656557</id><published>2005-09-16T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:23:06.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#33ccff&gt;below are some of the pics taken on my bdae ( aka the dae i was sabotage by my frens )&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 149px; HEIGHT: 244px" height=476 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b162/cqy__1988/IMG_1156.jpg" width=252&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 140px" height=438 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b162/cqy__1988/IMG_1150.jpg" width=587&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 127px" height=345 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b162/cqy__1988/IMG_1147.jpg" width=496&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 131px" height=263 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b162/cqy__1988/IMG_1139.jpg" width=344&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 132px" height=160 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b162/cqy__1988/IMG_1138.jpg" width=293&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 149px" height=143 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b162/cqy__1988/IMG_1135.jpg" width=270&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112686618646656557?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112686618646656557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112686618646656557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112686618646656557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112686618646656557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/09/below-are-some-of-pics-taken-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112669288626836867</id><published>2005-09-14T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T18:14:46.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmm.. after much thought.. i decided to write this post in my own blog.. instead at the e-learning website. let me call this teacher ( is a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;.. teaching at skss ) &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mr A&lt;/span&gt;. so during one of the lessons, he suddenly talked about the criteria to get promoted to sec5. and i somehow forgotten.. but i can still remember a thing or two about wad he said like "aiya.. the art no need to study one.. juz draw draw can already!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WALAOEH&lt;/span&gt;. the moment he said this.. i wanted to shout back at him. those of you who read this.. may think that its juz a small matter.. what for go and blow it up? to me.. it&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; IS&lt;/span&gt; serious. who does he think he is... to criticise the subject? &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;BF&lt;/span&gt;. damn him man. gt so agitated.. juz feel like answering him back. i bet if i asked him draw.. surely also like.. omg. juz becos u are disappointed with our results.. but that doesn't mean u can ask us to devote more time for ur &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt; subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;that's all i gonna say. to Mr A - speak for urself lar. even if u asked us to devote more time.. i think there are still bound to be some failures and anyway.. not many people are committed to studying that particular subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112669288626836867?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112669288626836867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112669288626836867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112669288626836867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112669288626836867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112611472745693889</id><published>2005-09-08T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T01:44:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS POST TO MY LATE GRANDMOTHER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;( although she can only understand hokkien )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;been kinda busy for these few daes. its a long story.. so have to start from mon. sorry for those who's going to think that they will feel bored reading this. i think this will be a very long blog.. but.. no choice. been having the intention of typing all out.. to make myself feel better. and whatever im going to type out.. it comes from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was having my first n level paper on mon. then proceed to switch on my hp at 3plus. one message came out. it was from my dad. it read like this - ur ah ma got stroke. now in hospital. call me back quick! my first reaction was like.. shocked. my mind really went blank during that moment. then i started to panic. quickly get changed and rush out to hail a cab. on the way to the hospital.. i was hoping that nothing wil happen to my grandmother. perhaps i kept thinking about it.. and the next thing was.. tears started flowing down my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;upon reaching the place.. my dad quickly brought me to the ward in which my grandmother was being admitted into. i was like.. crying on the way. saw a couple of my relatives standing there. then when i went in.. i immediately started to cry even much more. lots of needles were poked into her skin. she was practically breathing very slowly. tried calling her for a few times. but there was no response. she juz lie there.. on the bed.. with the forehead and hands getting cold. i could not stop looking at her. and i juz went on crying also. furthermore.. my dad told me that she will not make it thru the night. i cannot believe what i had juz seen. juz on sat.. my dad went over to her place to get the food in which she cooked for us to eat. and now.. hais. it juz happen too suddenly. as im having ss paper on tue.. i had no choice but to shorten my stay at the hospital.. and to go back for my revision. kinda feel bad about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;then on tue.. after the exams.. i went home and switched on my hp. another message came out. this time.. it was from my bro. it read like this - "hey. ah ma has passed on. the wake is at.. we all are already at the place...". i was again.. surprised. my mind.. went blank. and really.. really shocked. and so.. i juz dump everything and rush to her wake. suddenly.. i din feel like talking. juz sat in the cab ( with my mum ) .. and started crying on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;when i reached the place.. i saw my dad &amp; bro at there. then i went to join the others for the prayers. i really cannot believe it. my grandmother had passed away.. juz like that. then i started thinking about the times when she will oftenly cook some of our favourites.. and dad will always be the one to bring 'em over. but now.. i do not have the chance to taste her cooking anymore. i kept recalling the food she always cooked.. and i simply loved it. it was really good. the next moment.. tears started flowing down my eyes again. when we had to walk a couple of rounds around the coffin.. i took all the chances i could to look at her.. for the last time. she was really skinner than before. and her tip of the fingers were blackish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;we had to stay for the wake.. so later in the night.. we started chatting. my dad actually told me that my grandmother was already brain dead. juz that they let her depend on the oxygen thingy to breathe. but before that.. the doctor said that she was too dangerous to go for the operation. even if she do.. chances are.. she may become half-paralysed. we all did not want to let her see herself suffering.. 'cos it will also break out heart to witness such situation. the only thing that we could do is.. to end the whole thing.. and letting her pass away comfortably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my dad also told me alot about my grandmother's stories. and one thing for sure.. she was really one workoholic. she will feel uneasy.. if she ever had nothing to do. she will cook.. wash clothes.. feed johnny ( pet dog ) .. it seems as though her life was juz about taking care of people &amp;amp; things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;then my dad went on to the part whereby... she will scrimp and save every penny.. to give it to me.. my bro &amp; sis. she kept this from my uncle. when my uncle went overseas.. she juz ate bread.. and cook noodles for herself. in short.. she does not eat proper meals. though i know sometimes she will eat some porridge with vegetables.. but still.. coming to this part. i knew im being kinda selfish.. and perhaps taking my grandmother for granted. 'cos many times i din went over to her place to accompany her.. esp during the hols. and i really regret it now. i knew that whenever my uncle was abroad.. my grandmother will yearn for someone to be her companion. now.. im feeling guilty about it. as my dad was telling me these.. i was ready to cry again. i did not know she has actually done so much for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;all i want to say is.. i really appreciate her for taking care of us.. making sure that my sis.. bro &amp;amp; i had nutritious food to eat. then brew tea for us to drink also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;believe it or not.. whenever i think of her.. and the things that she had done for us.. i juz could not help but feel like crying. 'cos i really.. really.. really.. miss her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i still want to say this.. even though u cannot understand english..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i love you. i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;( carpenters - close to you.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112611472745693889?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112611472745693889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112611472745693889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112611472745693889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112611472745693889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-to-dedicate-this-post-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112555779868793224</id><published>2005-09-01T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:01:07.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sohni.. lihui.. wendy.. me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sohni.. lihui.. wendy &amp; me ( another photo taken in the physics lab )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/sohni,lihui,wendy%20&amp;amp;%20me6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/320/sohni%2Clihui%2Cwendy%20%26%20me6.JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112555779868793224?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112555779868793224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112555779868793224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112555779868793224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112555779868793224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/sohni-lihui-wendy-me_31.html' title='sohni.. lihui.. wendy.. me'/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112547395802205397</id><published>2005-08-31T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:55:22.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;todae is be yourself dae. my cls chose the theme - streetstyle. but actually.. i thought it was juz another word for casual =x anyway, we spent like about 1hr+ taking photos.. in the haven. no lessons were conducted though. mdm sharifah juz went thru with us the important things on ss.. and again asked us to try and score well in the sbq section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during physics.. whoa ~ almost everyone was moving about.. asking to take photos with each other. and there was also no lessons being held in the lab. however, most of the time.. i became the 'photographer' for my frens. took the initiative to snap several pictures of them.. and to kept it as a memory. had a 'fruitful' dae.. even though there was no celebration. did manage to take a few photos with some of my frens. scroll down for the pictures.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/me%20&amp;%20prem5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/320/me%20%26%20prem5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/me%20&amp;%20daniel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/320/me%20%26%20daniel2.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/me%20&amp;%20lihui2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/320/me%20%26%20lihui2.JPG" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/me,sohni,lihui%20&amp;%20wendy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/320/me%2Csohni%2Clihui%20%26%20wendy2.JPG" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/sohni,lihui,wendy%20&amp;%20me5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/320/sohni%2Clihui%2Cwendy%20%26%20me5.JPG" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112547395802205397?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112547395802205397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112547395802205397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112547395802205397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112547395802205397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/todae-is-be-yourself-dae.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112453058352546106</id><published>2005-08-20T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:36:23.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;an updated combined pics of derrick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/combined%20pics%20of%20derrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/combined%20pics%20of%20derrick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112453058352546106?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112453058352546106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112453058352546106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112453058352546106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112453058352546106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/updated-combined-pics-of-derrick.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112444630841075670</id><published>2005-08-19T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:14:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WALAO&lt;/span&gt;. ytd's project superstar ( result ) show was the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt; shocked &amp; disappointing. cos &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;JUNYANG&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ELIMINATED&lt;/span&gt;. can u believe it?! my first reaction went 'omg...' when the computer flashes &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DAT&lt;/span&gt; kelvin's name. oh gosh.. i was surprised and frankly.. felt damn wasted for junyang. he had come this far.. and only to get booted out in the end. y did the highest scorers always get eliminated? &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;KELVIN SUX&lt;/span&gt;. sorrie for the ppl out there who supports him.. but i juz have to say it out. i was hoping ( with much anticipation ) dat junyang's name would be announced. but.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HAIS&lt;/span&gt;. y did my favourite 2 contestants got booted out?? what a waste man.. still cannot get over the results..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;btw.. saw &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WILLIAM&lt;/span&gt;'s presence at the show ytd nite. hmm.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112444630841075670?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112444630841075670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112444630841075670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112444630841075670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112444630841075670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/walao.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112384199658077986</id><published>2005-08-12T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T18:22:12.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HAIS&lt;/span&gt;. what a waste.. that &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt; got booted out last nite. it came as a shock to me. can u believe it.. i actually &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;CRIED&lt;/span&gt;?? no more chances of seeing him perform on stage anymore. how i wish the one who got booted out is.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;KELVIN&lt;/span&gt;. damn it man ~ i was realli hoping that &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt; will get into the next round. *sobs*.. i think &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt; stands a better chance lor. when &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt; was talking halfway.. he started to cry ( while thanking his parents ) .. and i followed suit. u may think im silly.. but given such situation.. its hard to control our own emotions. i was &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; disappointed when the person who got in was not &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt;. I HATE KELVIN.. for taking the chance away from &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt;. stupid ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;had my first advance ss prelim paper todae. oh gosh.. juz the first question ( inference type.. somemore ) .. it had me staring into space -.-" as usual.. i din even do the last qn of the SEQ. can kiss my 10 marks goodbye already ~ only know 2 qns out of the 3. so... no choice.. juz do the 2 that i knew. but hopefully it won't be the same for the n level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was waiting to catch a bus home after buying food from rm. the bus came.. but juz as i wanted to board.. the adjustable thingy from my slingbag came off. DAMN IT. have to give the bus a miss.. while fixing my &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt; bag. and the worst thing is.. it seems as though i was waiting for a very long time already.. and yet the bus din come. idiot ~ make my stomach wait. i was so damn hungry at that time. juz wan to reach home in the shortest time as possible. i was starting to lose my patience. but when it came.. the speed was like.. kinda slow. bloody ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt;.. even though u are out of the competition.. u will still be my favourite idol. u rawks my life.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112384199658077986?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112384199658077986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112384199658077986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112384199658077986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112384199658077986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/hais.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112375350685733121</id><published>2005-08-11T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T17:45:06.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh well.. todae din realli go well.. cos the cls was scolded twice by 2 teachers ( namely mr pinto &amp; ms khalidal ) . &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;MK&lt;/span&gt; din realli say anything.. den when its &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;MP&lt;/span&gt;'s turn to say.. his temper started to change. from scolding ( dunno how long also.. yawns ~ ) to nagging.. it juz goes on lar. kinda sick &amp;amp; tired of it. however.. i also dun give a damn about it. its juz 'one ear in one ear out'. sometimes if we are 'lucky' enuff.. we would have fun lessons with them. if not.. dats it.. im telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is the pic ( cont'd from the previous post ) which i took with the nnf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/14895104610021l2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/14895104610021l1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and with that.. im ending my writing here. gotta go &amp;amp; revise for my ss paper ( for prelim ) tml. tata ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112375350685733121?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112375350685733121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112375350685733121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112375350685733121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112375350685733121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112367630394796190</id><published>2005-08-10T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:37:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;todae went to watch charlie and the chocolate factory with my bro. hmm.. the movie was a little 'tempting' though. lol. with all the candies and the gooey chocolate river ( looks yummy.. ) . the willy wonka was really one eccentric person.. but at the same time.. he can be humourous also. however... the last part of the movie was kinda heartwarming.. whereby in the end charlie had the factory while willy wonka got a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. okay.. below were some of the pics that the five of us have finally took together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/14891223740132l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/14891223740132l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/14891185556103l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/14891185556103l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/1489125172980l3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/1489125172980l1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/14895073024233l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/1489124118122l2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/1489124118122l1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/14891223740132l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/14895073024233l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/14895073024233l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/14895104610021l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/14895104610021l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112367630394796190?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112367630394796190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112367630394796190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112367630394796190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112367630394796190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/todae-went-to-watch-charlie-and.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112350722517858472</id><published>2005-08-08T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:42:22.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/14774309030644l5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/14774309030644l1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;kinda like this pic..  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/14774309030644l4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/1600/mega%20pic%20of%20derrick4.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7142/1318/200/mega%20pic%20of%20derrick.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he looked sooo cute and cool man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112350722517858472?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112350722517858472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112350722517858472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112350722517858472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112350722517858472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/kinda-like-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112332910521054573</id><published>2005-08-06T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:51:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he's such an ass. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;FINE&lt;/span&gt;. give me this kind of harsh reply.. i guess i can do &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/span&gt; you. so from this very moment.. you are &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt; of my life.. forever. anyway, is it wrong to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LIKE&lt;/span&gt; someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112332910521054573?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112332910521054573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112332910521054573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112332910521054573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112332910521054573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/hes-such-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112324284035747017</id><published>2005-08-05T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T19:54:00.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;got the news from my friends that.. jason is &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; out from the competition. woohoo ~ what a relief. lol. i think he does not leave a very &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; impression on the audience.. dats why many of them hates him.. and can't wait for him to get booted out. im so &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; when he was being eliminated. no more chances of becoming the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;SUPERSTAR&lt;/span&gt; for him. good for him ~ hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyway.. once again.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt; got into the third final round. yeah..!! and i did vote for him once on wed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and i think for the female team.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;SILVER&lt;/span&gt; should be the one to get booted out. somehow.. during the competition.. the song she sang.. was a little bit off tune. i think you can easily spot it if you listen to juz the first part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;as for the next round.. i hoped that &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;KELVIN&lt;/span&gt; will be the one to get eliminated. dun ask me why.. i juz had this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im addicted to k one's first love. sighh ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112324284035747017?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112324284035747017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112324284035747017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112324284035747017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112324284035747017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/got-news-from-my-friends-that.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112314337296270188</id><published>2005-08-04T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:28:36.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmm.. watched the project superstar 2nd final round ytd nite. omg ~ derrick looked more &amp;amp; more.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;CUTER&lt;/span&gt; leh ~ -.-" lol. somemore the song he sang was like... sooo nice ~ and i almost cried. mayb it juz brings back some memories which i tried so hard to forget. sighh. whenever he comes on stage, i juz went 'aww...' . he looked kinda cool in that outfit. furthermore, they also starred in a video performing the song sang by gao ling feng originally. and esp derrick.. he looked damn cute with the hair all combed down. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt;. and not bad worz. got a 36.5 ~ but still lose to junyang. hais ~ seems as though junyang always get the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HIGHEST&lt;/span&gt; marks. and he even broke the record by getting a 41.5 ~ which is like 1 more mark than kelly. mayb his vocals are too good. anyway, i hoped that derrick will get into the next round. all the best ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;had my physics ssp juz now. what made me pissed off was the way the teacher talk. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DAMN HER MAN &lt;/span&gt;~ asswipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i asked her ( about the meaning of polarity ) : teacher, what does this mean ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the teacher ( i dunno her name lar ) : okay, you think.. magnet gt north and south pole. so what do you think polarity means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;NB&lt;/span&gt;. i asked for the meaning.. and can't she like juz.. give me the answer &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;STRAIGHTAWAY&lt;/span&gt;? then when she reply.. like kinda not happy. idiot ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hello.. i was like.. using the normal tone to ask. i neber shout or yell at her lor. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;CB&lt;/span&gt;. even the previous cls she had made her angry or wad.. also not my problem. no need to take it out on us. man.. i juz wished i can tell her face-to-face this: oei, can you dun use that kind of tone anot? like giving me attitude lor. and she looked so &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HAGGARD&lt;/span&gt;.. as though she's sick liddat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;all i can say was.. fark up teacher with a fark up face and a fark up attitude. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;FARK YOU&lt;/span&gt; man ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112314337296270188?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112314337296270188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112314337296270188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112314337296270188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112314337296270188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112297649939618742</id><published>2005-08-02T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:14:05.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh great.. now the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; class knows about it. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt; ~ feeling kinda embarassed. and its all because of... wonder how long i can withstand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;juz started one new blog ytd. you guys can visit this link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bitch-and-bastard.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;http://bitch-and-bastard.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; . if u do not wish to type the whole thing out, u can always juz click on this. i think that in this world there are many people 'worth' to be mentioned about the things that they have done. and i mean the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; one. the question is.. can you all stand it? and dats why this blog is specially created for those kind of people. feel free to post ur stories in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112297649939618742?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112297649939618742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112297649939618742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112297649939618742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112297649939618742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-great.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112265033051618796</id><published>2005-07-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:12:04.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hey.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt; got into the second final round..!! im sooo happy for him. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt;. hope that he will give his best shot for next wk. though the theme may be about oldies.. but still.. all the best, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt;! good luck*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112265033051618796?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112265033051618796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112265033051618796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112265033051618796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112265033051618796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112254966068230514</id><published>2005-07-28T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:11:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hais. he knows about it already. but im kinda disappointed to hear wad he had replied to me. and dat made me even more sure &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to tell him the truth. why does it always happen to me? for now, i would try not to think about it anymore. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; worked out.. and im tired of it. though i may envy the others.. but... wad else can i do? now im kinda embarassed.. hais ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh ya.. ytd watched the project superstar.. and the part i most looked forward to is.. of course when &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt; was performing. woohoo ~ he looked very boyish in the outfit man ~ sighh. and kinda cute also.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt;. somemore he got quite high marks.. ( good job, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt;! ) and though he still lose to junyang only by 1 mark. anyway, i really enjoyed his performance. it was nice ( and even though my eyes were glued to the tv for him ) . &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DERRICK&lt;/span&gt; rawks! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112254966068230514?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112254966068230514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112254966068230514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112254966068230514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112254966068230514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/07/hais_28.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112201970753486147</id><published>2005-07-22T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:06:01.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;had my chinese oral todae. quite okay.. i would say. when i heard the first question being asked.. i was like.. surprised. but inside my heart.. i know i was feeling damn happy. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; . the topic was like.. totally related to us. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HEE*&lt;/span&gt; first question the examiner asked me was " what do u think of the holidaes dat students have?" or smth like that lar. din find it simple for the rest.. cos i started to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;STUTTER&lt;/span&gt; again. overall.. i think the oral still quite alrite lor. it was pretty fast also.. as i spend like.. less than 5mins on the oral. but suay lar.. cos kena one examiner from china.. somemore &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HE IS THE ONE&lt;/span&gt; asking the questions. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;OMG*&lt;/span&gt; from the tone he gave.. i find it kinda soft. almost haf to figure out wad he talking. anyway, its over and hopefully.. i can pass with high marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112201970753486147?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112201970753486147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112201970753486147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112201970753486147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112201970753486147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/07/had-my-chinese-oral-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112193544943033622</id><published>2005-07-21T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:05:08.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;watched the project superstart ytd. i was kinda surprised cos derrick got one of the highest points ( 8.5 ) . seems to me like those ppl who came back again got &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; points than the time when they was not being eliminated. err.. mayb the first two contestants only lar. i can't wait for next week man ~ whereby i think it shld have a second round for the male contestants. yeah ~ i am looking forward to my fav contestant - &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WILLIAM&lt;/span&gt; ~~ hee. his singing was pretty good. plus.. he's kinda cute. lol. oops ~ here i go again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmm.. todae we had a so-called racial harmony day celebration. but before that, i actually saw ms leong wearing an ethnic costume. and guess wad? lots of ppl were laughing non-stop when seeing her. omg ~ u juz have to look at the way she wore that costume. seems as though it had been ruined already. tell me.. since when ppl have the scarf ( i think.. ) wrapped around their head?! stupid rite.. and as she was walking past the hall.. i couldn't help but kept on laughing at her. at last ( finally.. ) after mrs krishnan helped her adjust the scarf.. i saw her putting ard the neck. phew ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;there was a small skit about the different types of marriages ( malay.. chinese.. indian ) . i think the 2nd one was funnier whereby mr zul &amp; ms imelda acted as a couple getting married in a traditional way for the chinese. but as he came out.. i find him like.. err.. was acting cute. den he faced ms imelda n sa jiao ~ OMG. dats so... humourous. haha. all of us started cheering and whistling non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;then came the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt; exciting part. both of our classes' form teachers ( ms khalidal &amp;amp; mr pinto ) acted as a pair of indian couple getting married. woohoo ~ &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;SO DAMN NICE MAN&lt;/span&gt; ~ and we all kept on clapping &amp; cheering also. of course lar.. there were times when ms khalidal &amp;amp; mr pinto started dancing.. it was kinda funny actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;after the celebration, we got the chance to suan the both of them. and thru out the lessons ( with ms khalidal ) ... we kept on greeting her as mrs pinto. grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112193544943033622?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112193544943033622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112193544943033622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112193544943033622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112193544943033622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/07/watched-project-superstart-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112185633023065876</id><published>2005-07-20T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:48:49.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmm.. spent almost half a day in sch. todae's lessons was kinda boring.. i think. first two periods were combined humanities. yawns ~ the mention of it made me sick sometimes. seems like every lesson of hers.. she will &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; give hw one. damn it man ~ haben even started the one she gave on tue.. and now another one. wth. worse still.. there was eng hw... by her also. i think sooner or later.. i will &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DREAD&lt;/span&gt; to attend her lessons. hais. i was &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;FLOODED&lt;/span&gt; with hw for the last 2 wks. i guess dats the life of a sec4 student. had to organise the time well. but.. i dun think i can do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyway.. i stayed in sch from 1.20pm to 5pm for my art. den i feel very paiseh also. cos my coursework gt one part nid to make the plastic rods stand in place.. den weiliang, yuanyuan &amp;amp; bernard came to help. lol. they did a good job.. so.. thanks for the help, guys! i appreciate it. and even mdm noor said i broke the record.. for staying back so late. actually, juz wan to complete it asap so that i can continue doing my boards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112185633023065876?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112185633023065876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112185633023065876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112185633023065876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112185633023065876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmm_20.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112177005630449587</id><published>2005-07-19T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:03:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im trying my best to forget about the matter. i dun wish to mention it. but at a point of time, it really hurts me alot. so dats y im trying to keep myself occupied.. with work. doing tons of maths.. etc. it does help.. but not completely. the wound may take quite awhile to heal. i won't dwell on it anymore. let bygones be bygones. i have my friends to share fun &amp;amp; laughter with. i dun need him anymore. he's an asswipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112177005630449587?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112177005630449587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112177005630449587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112177005630449587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112177005630449587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-trying-my-best-to-forget-about.html' title=''/><author><name>qiuying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150369127359035428</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-14536409.post-112167890703474881</id><published>2005-07-18T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:03:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hais.. todae was really an unpleasant dae for me. and i finally know the truth. things didn't turn out as i expected. i cried on the spot.. but juz for a little while. i was utterly disappointed. i guessed.. given a situation like this.. i can only blame it on my luck. sigh. i was really taken aback when i heard the news. i was in a total shock. my mind froze. at that point of time.. i was really upset. however, after some time.. i heard another shocking news. but this time round, i was not that sad anymore. my tear glands had dried up. i wondered to myself.. am i really prepared to give it up? im confused. my friends told me he's not worth my tears. oh well.. mayb i should put this matter aside first. and i had to admit though.. i did fall for him.. but its not juz becos of his looks. hais. mayb he's trying to tell me.. juz that its in a blunt way. as for now.. i dunno whether i can accept it or not. sighh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112167890703474881?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112167890703474881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;todae went online.. and diana continued to help me do the blog thing. some changes have been made. and i muz also give the credits to her.. for helping me to put the music in my blog. its nicely done.. with all the layout etc. have to make it a habit to post entries in here =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112159489031341007?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112159489031341007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112159489031341007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14536409/posts/default/112159489031341007'/><link rel='self' 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for darker colours. well, this is also my second online diary.. and if u didn't see any new post for a period of time, it means dat i would probably update on my other blog - which is at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://www.friendster.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;. enuff said.. im off to play games ~ tata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14536409-112150429473915798?l=something-about-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://something-about-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/112150429473915798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14536409&amp;postID=112150429473915798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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