<?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-16558823</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:23:28.162+08:00</updated><category term='t'/><category term='zzz'/><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Nincompoop</title><subtitle type='html'>kdowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowasjf</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>293</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-384647568990101755</id><published>2008-06-12T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:25:10.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people stared - how could he say his heart was more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” said the old man, “yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges — giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-384647568990101755?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/384647568990101755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=384647568990101755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/384647568990101755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/384647568990101755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-day-young-man-was-standing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-3127598025671422525</id><published>2007-07-25T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:23:25.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, this post is here because i don't like the feeling of being shot in the dark and die without knowing why. Somehow i feel that i'm being seen as a back-stabber or some psychopath who is attention-deficient who tinks too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, if you tink i tink too much, then i tink you tink too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's the thing. We had dinner. Wf told me abt the other points of view. It is no bitching session. Its just PART (geddit, part) of wad we chatted abt. Ok, here's my point of view. Whether you see this or not, i dun care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's true that i was unhappy over some stuff during the tw trip but to me that was never an issue. What's more, a few days after the trip, i went for a camp. I had great fun. I can't wait to embrace my new life out there waiting for me. So do you seriously tink i still remember wad the hell happened? So i never rly raise this issue up with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, But when you go out with someone and this person ask you directly in your face or someone called you and asked you specially: What did you think of your trip? Do you tink its fun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So how am i to answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hem and haw thru the ENTIRE convo? Or only say how smashing and fantastic the whole thing was when you dun rly tink so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, i suck at lying and i see no need why i need to. And in a conversation, you just talk. Well, so i just said how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Simple as that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And if you tink that the whole chups issue is a breach of trust, well, here's wad happened. I admit, when i first heard about all the crap abt how bad a person chups was, how she bad mouthed me, i totally buy it. I mean, its convincing. It's abt ME! So i took part in agreeing that chups was perhaps not that trustable. My opinion of chups changed. I admit. I'm not afraid to say so. I did not like chups at that point of time. I did talk abt you chups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(sorry, chups (:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But there's TWO sides to a coin. After some days, i thought abt it and i couldn't just agree with the mere testimonials of someone else. I mean, i don't like grey areas. To me, it's either white or black. It's either i like you or i don't. I'm sorry if i seem inflexible, but that's the way i am. I can see you for everyday for 5 days and i still can't remember your name or i can know you for a long time but still can't get your eye-candy right. Well, sorry, i can't really bother, you just don't interest me that much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the other hand, there are pple whom i want to know what you've been up to and keep in touch with you and your life.&lt;br /&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;"&gt;So to get rid of this grey area, i clarified with chups whether she did bad-mouthed me before behind my back. Well, and just like wad normal logical adults do, i asked, i got an answer. And yep, she's innocent. Even maybe she did say smth unpleasant but it's not with malice. And surely, such an act is not that unforgivable. So i enquired her abt the whole matthew issue, i need to know what is her point of view. I need to know what kind of person she really is if i'm to remain a friend of hers. So mainly, wf, chups and me met up for dinner. And that's all. There is no any clandestine meeting sessions to tok abt anything. Anyway, after i heard her side of story, i gave mine. Which is what i had heard abt her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;All i gave was an account of what i heard. If you tink that makes me a back-stabber, fine! that's ok. There was no malice nor slander in wad i said. I can swear upon my heart, my life, as well as the lives of pple whom i hold more dear than my own which are my parents, sis and dog that i did not say anything bad or demeaning untruths abt anyone. I despise hypocritical pple who bad-mouthed others and I AM FONG MIN YI, NOT SOME LOW LIFE-FORM who spends all my time talking abt other pple. So if you're such a scum, well to quote: get out of my elite uncaring face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, i've much better stuff to do than harp on old stuff and talk about you. I'm busy handling SIX kids tuitions, while going to hk and camps, while trying to meet up with friends and family. It's not easy, i tell you. My tutee's moms send me emails asking for a lesson plan. I machiam haf to work out a proposal. They demand results. If i can't show any, i'm out. And my mom's been giving me shit on why i'm not at home for dinner 6 days out of the entire week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, so after i gave a fair and unbiased account of what i heard, I HAF NO CONTROL OVER WHAT OTHERS TINK OR FEEL OR WHAT THEY WILL SAY OR HOW THEY WILL REACT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a human. Not god. Geddit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When i heard abt how some old zhss pple ask abt this, i'm like wtf?! I din even tell anything to my grp of zhss frens. If my speech alone can sway so many other grown-ups capable of their own thinking, well, then i must say, i'm rly proud. ha. I shld start persuading others to vote me to be the next prom queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I admit i may have not have handled everything in the best possible way. Or that i may haf talk or wrote stuff without tinking properly and without tinking of the consequences. But honestly, i din tink that far far off. Its like wth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd forgotten and put down the entire issue. Wad's the issue by the way? I couldn't rly tink of any. Then until a few days ago, wf suddenly decided to come clean with plyn. Isa and i were horrified. Why bring things up again? Ok, but i accept that they will be seeing each other very often so i respect her decision. Just say wadever you want and do as you deem fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So they had an amiable woman to woman talk, from wad i heard. Becos there were some stuff which were supposed to be sworn to secrecy was revealed. Like wth! secrecy my foot! blah! tok abt breach of trust! Then wf spent 1 hour persuading me telling me that she's done her best and now it's my turn. Ok, i dun really understand wad's going on at that point of time so i tried to set things straight, i tried to patch things up and make everything right again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I sent the email. I sent it with sincerity and with goodwill. WITH HOPE. WITH FAITH! I sent it because i care because i value this friendship. And NOT out of some guilty conscience or wadever. Damn it! I spent a whole damn load of effort on it. It has a theme some more sia... LOTR! my favourite show man, but apparently, that was worthless to some's eyes. Even the email begged to be replied, but unfortunately it was too worthless to be even acknowledged. Basic courtesy anyone? Just for your info, i checked my inbox after i woke up, after i had lunch, before i had dinner, after i had dinner and before i sleep. I checked my phone every 30 mins. This cycle continued until monday night. When i got a reply thru wf. Guess wad, sms are rly expensive nowadays, typing proved to be too mentally exhausting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But that's ok. I can accept that. So i ate more humble pie and send a heartfelt sms worth 4 msgs. I need a closure. I couldn't keep hearing stuff from a filtered source. I was tinking if stuff cld get settled by that day, things cld go back to before. We cld go biz rag tgr. It'd be good to know some pple before sch starts. But yeah, i was stupid. I was foolish enough to tink that perserverance will get you somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, that's good, i got a closure worth a few words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please get this right. There is absolutely no need for me to try so hard at all. I did not need anything from you. I owe no one nothing. I did everything out of goodwill, with sincerity and with hope. I am ready to accept different opinions, to admit my mistakes, to apologise, to eat humble pie. But if in your opinion, even after knowing me for a long time, you tink i'm just some low-life back-stabbing scum, well, good for you. I haf nothing to say. It's your own decison. I respect that. Time will show. This post is to set the record straight, to satisfy my desire to leave the black/grey area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll never comment on anything about this ever ever again. Because, i don't really need all these shit. I haf spent enough tears and pain on all these. Because I haf done my best. I haf done more than what i should and what i wanted when nobody cared about this. Do you tink i'm not tired? I haf put this down so many times only to see things get raked up over again and again. I'm utterly sick of being the one who keeps trying when there is no need for me to. So this marks the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This blog was started back in j1 and lasted till now. This blog shall die. Because a part of me died today. There will be a new one. I'll post the address up shortly. I'm sorry this post has to be so depressing. I haf lots of happy things, meetings with great pple, gg to sch, hafing fun, 21st parties, fantasizing abt my own 21st bday party, lol, stuff going on in my life which i haven't blog abt. I'll post them in the new blog. Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Good day and Good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-3127598025671422525?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3127598025671422525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=3127598025671422525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3127598025671422525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3127598025671422525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-this-post-is-here-because-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2245906975363861521</id><published>2007-07-24T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:45:37.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like pulling off the scab of an old wound and letting it bleed afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. All i need is a closure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2245906975363861521?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2245906975363861521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2245906975363861521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2245906975363861521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2245906975363861521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-when-ive-forgotten-and-put.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-7284549362068730903</id><published>2007-07-22T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T04:45:28.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selfish Jean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vLopvgJpZU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-vLopvgJpZU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA! THIS IS FUNNY! TRAVIS NEW ALBUM, I SO TOTALLY DIG IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything&lt;br /&gt;You hung me out by my heart&lt;br /&gt;You’re just so selfish jean&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you&lt;br /&gt;Threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;By holding everything in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-7284549362068730903?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7284549362068730903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=7284549362068730903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7284549362068730903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7284549362068730903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-1155514845109572038</id><published>2007-07-20T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T04:46:02.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kancheong spider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's what i am. I tink i'll die of KANCHEONG-NESS! if there is such a thing. I rushed home to bathe and i'm damn pro, everything done in under 20mins! Then the stupid shuttle bus left at 5:26 when it is suppossed to leave at 5:30! &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:%5E#@$&amp;&amp;amp;^$&amp;^%#%$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;^#@$&amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;^$&amp;amp;^%#%$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;&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 left just as i was RUSHING to reach it. Even more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:$$@$^*&amp;amp;^%%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;$$@$^*&amp;amp;^%%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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;"&gt;Ok, then bun msg me so dinner=? so i walked back home, come online while waiting for daddy to come home to fetch me, TRIED very hard to communicate with 2 persons in PAIN!! lol! kancheong, cos' cannot reach a decision, they keep telling me abt pain. lol! ok, then dinner on again. Ok, i'm ready to go, then mel msg me, hall rag tonight! some auditions thingy which i haf no idea what is going on abt! &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;Kancheong again! &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh!!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eeeks! i'm so not looking forward to tomolo! 5 grps of tuition tomolo! Like OMG!! The good thing is that its all 2 mins walk from my house. But i'm LOSING my voice! What with yesterday's kbox with chickies! which for the first time in my life, i sang so much. haha. I haf a very sexxaay voice now, with the occasional high pitch off tune. 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomolo = :'( &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;Tuition! AHHHHHHHHH!!!&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;BUT I'M GOING TO EAT THE NEW CHEESE FONDUE PIZZA TOMOLO WITH LIANS!!&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;HAHHAHAHAA! can't wait!!&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;Bye bye, off to rag now! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-1155514845109572038?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1155514845109572038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=1155514845109572038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1155514845109572038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1155514845109572038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/07/kancheong-spider-thats-what-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-134168666902125929</id><published>2007-07-19T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T02:57:29.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is more difficult than chinese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After several permutations and combinations, i finally remembered my frenster account password. HAHA! yeah, loser, i know. Was kinda bored, and saw quite a few friend requests so i thought, why not? Oh, guess how many frens i've got on frenster??&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;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;FOUR!!&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;powerful eh??&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ha, this is a really complicated system. Anyway, erm... i just spent 1 hr figuring how to delete pics after uploading some. And another hour trying to accept friend requests. Yes, noob, so shoot me! So, just add me, before i fry my brain trying to learn how to invite a friend.&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; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is like so wadever sia. Ha! &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-134168666902125929?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/134168666902125929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=134168666902125929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/134168666902125929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/134168666902125929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-more-difficult-than-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-189740090612878807</id><published>2007-07-19T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T01:47:34.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ISADORA ZHONG PEISAN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM SOOOO HAPPY FOR YOU!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;yAy!! YOU DID IT MAN!! THAT'S MY DAUGHTER SIA!! YES!! HOORAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-189740090612878807?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/189740090612878807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=189740090612878807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/189740090612878807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/189740090612878807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/07/isadora-zhong-peisan-congratulations-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-7439286273791360320</id><published>2007-07-17T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:53:59.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Throat suicide!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i did today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess, guess!! Bet you can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I SLEPT till 1pm, had breakfast, then i realise i got nothing to do, got bored, so i went back to SLEEP, woke up for dinner and guess wad ltr... yeshhh... SLEEP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Anyway, tink i'm falling sick too. :( And i'm commiting throat suicide now. Bahahaha. (sounds like spongebob laughter, eh?) Bahahha! I'm eating van houten with extra cocoa now together with my sore-throat. While watching csi and blogging and msn. Talk abt multi-tasking. Bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was a happy day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had great company from dear old lu. Transformers is awesome! Like so cool man, all the gadgets changing into a robot. If i'm a transformer, i want to be......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WASHING MACHINE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahaha, i've no idea why though. I tink washing machines are cool. Bahahha! Anyway, dunno why, we decided to eat sizzler. I tink its me. Bahhaha, so we ended up travelling to toa payoh for dinner. And she's nice enough to pei me take 804 home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee, great week ahead! can't wait! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-7439286273791360320?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7439286273791360320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=7439286273791360320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7439286273791360320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7439286273791360320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/07/throat-suicide-guess-what-i-did-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-3687161371131965361</id><published>2007-07-16T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T03:05:27.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mickey's gf tinks godzilla is sexxxaaayyyyy!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Askariririii outing! Die hard 4! I haf no idea wad the whole show is about. LOL! but its pretty cool! haha! And ZOMG!! i'm so dead! i've been eating donuts like almost everyday! wad's with the donut craze anyway? i've eaten almost every brand. Had dunkin donuts from m'sia just now! Crazy! all the fats! and no exercise! Can someone date me or rather FORCE me to go exercise? Hmm, wait!! i haven't eaten the donut factory one, which 3 of my frens went to queue for but din ta pao for me. TSK TSK!! And no offence, but i tink a bit bo liao! HAHHAH! (mfen called and said, eh tomolo we meet up go queue for donuts ok?) -_-" LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but mfen, actually i dun mind some donuts now ( oh, senior senior, where art thou? send some donuts to my doorstep now! HAHHA!) and i tink you're a very good blogger! haha, except that you got some facts wrong. Like the smitten with waiter and i'm very trustable part. HA!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i'm toking to 2 siao zhar bos now! HAHAHAH! they making me laugh like siao, i'm like LOL. HAHHAHA! rubbish! Damn tok cock! HAHAHAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and wad's wif their msn nick??? HAHA!&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;&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 oh, my lapppieee is FINALLY back!! Like finally!! hahha, and guess how many times i've listened to enrique iglesias Do you know ( the ping pong song)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tink its the 23rd time!! &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know what it feels like? -loving someone that's in a rush to throw you away&lt;/em&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;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh, why is wakeboarding so expensive??? I wanna try it out!!!!!!! But the first 4 hrs is falling and she (omg, wad's her name?? shiatz! i forgot!) said her bro got a concussion and lost his memory for 2 weeks! My mom will kill me b4 letting me try out! Hahha, but wad she don't know won't hurt her. HAHAH!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't you tink it'd be great if we can lose our memories once in a while for a while? So only pictures will remind you of the happy times. pics. damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&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;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i've thought out the perfect excuse for chiong-ing! so damn smart man! I rly admire myself! And hallo, when's the chiong-ing? HAHHA, we seem to be more interested in french cpr and my bf. 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And frenster can really show you another side of a person. Grossed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh oh, you know?? my tutee's grandma gave me a bag of rambutans today! She said its plucked from her rambutan tree in her garden!&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;So cool, rite??!!!&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;I came back and get jumintha to pluck and wash all for me and i finished everything (except 10 to hao lian, no i mean SHARE! 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Real rambutans freshly plucked from real rambutan trees!!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You got, you got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dun haf, wait long long!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-3687161371131965361?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3687161371131965361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=3687161371131965361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3687161371131965361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3687161371131965361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/07/mickeys-gf-tinks-godzilla-is.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5195290206958894349</id><published>2007-07-14T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T03:16:30.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a happy day! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;theirdazzlingtale.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5195290206958894349?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5195290206958894349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5195290206958894349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5195290206958894349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5195290206958894349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-1731651302111546740</id><published>2007-07-09T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:53:03.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three cheers and three cheers and three cheers for minyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hip hip hooray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hip hip hooray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hip hip hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so so much stuff to say, so many many pics to show.... hahah, i dunno how... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp, starch, frat night, sp, zi high wif bun. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, meet up! i haf so much to gossip with you about. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, i slept 7 hours in total in 4 days 3 nights!! How pro was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, camp aside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recount this exciting, life-defining moment. I was at sentosa then i saw mommy's msg. She sounded so excited! NUS letter finally arrived!! I called her and after some hesistation i told her to go ahead and open the letter for me. Wah, she kept me in suspense, but yeah, I GOT ACCEPTED!! Yeah man!! couldn't stop high-fiving wif bun after that. She's the first person to share my joy. Awwwwww. ahhahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing taught me smth. That is you shouldn't give up on smth you believe in, you love, before fighting for it. I remembered telling weifang that i dun intend to appeal, that i'll just accept my fate and do my best but then i thought :" hey minyi, how can you give up just like that? you're fongminyi, mind you! you can do anything, everything. Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shld fight to the very last, to the point that you can tell yourself :" i've done my best, i haf no regrets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there is an outlet, a tiny glimmer of hope, i will go for it. If there's anything that might help, even a bit, i'll do it, no matter the time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBSTACLES ARE PUT IN OUR WAY TO SEE&lt;br /&gt;IF WHAT WE WANT&lt;br /&gt;IS REALLY WORTH FIGHTING FOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the whole process of appealing. It was before kr camp and after. I haf to rush like mad to get all the letters and stuff done before the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even these pple won't see these, but I want to thank Mr cheng, Ms winnine Tan for their recommendation letters, advice esp, ms tan cos she's like leaving for hk and i was at camp. My dad for fetching me countless times to and fro just to beat the deadline, my mom for helping me rush and buy imba interview clothes in time. My sis for listening to me to rant and being kancheong. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went well, i guess... The dean told me there're like 400 appeals and they're interviewing pple with 3 As. My heart sank like shit after that at the end of the interview. But i tink i've a talent for crapping. hahah. I toked abt housing prices, en-bloc sales, mortgage loans, IRs, investments etc... mostly wad i heard mommy &amp; daddy toked abt... hahah, i was damn scared they'd throw me into real estate instead. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm damn lucky this year. That i managed to get into biz with all the competition and my lousy grades. Then KR too, yishu said only 100 out of 300 and 15 out of 28 recommended got in. So its like 15 out of the subsequent 100. Yeah, and i got into D block! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! Everything's on track now! KR and biz. And all tuitions on weekends. It'll be very taxing i guess, but i couldn't refuse the parents and i haf a very strong sense of responsibility. Wahahaha! And how can i refuse 1K a month by just walking from my house to next door asking kids to do their hmw on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. Everything nicely planned. Play, study, work! All the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving lessons will commence in the hols. Meanwhile, daddy will give me private lessons. Hahahha! He rented a manual car la, and i drove all the way back home from seletar just now, AT NIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, i first lesson alr can drive home from seletar. Smart rite?! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! i can't wait to meet everyone!! Miss everyone like mad!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reply to tags:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geri: hahha! thks! hope to see ya soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lu: transformers!!!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wf: how about going for our double celebration treat instead? but not in changi though... I scared ltr they see me they jealous! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel: Hahahha! yeah man! meet up!! this sat ON! call val along! she's my coursemate now! lol! And, GIRL, where's your tagboard? Can't find it! lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-1731651302111546740?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1731651302111546740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=1731651302111546740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1731651302111546740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1731651302111546740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay-three-cheers-and-three-cheers-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-7500746799150176349</id><published>2007-07-02T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:09:03.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starry Starry Night, Palettes Of Blue &amp; Grey..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did smth stupid yesterday. Ok, i dunno if it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after some quiet reflection, i tink one of the biggest mistakes i've ever made in my life is going on that trip. Or maybe its just a catalyst. Maybe i'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I JUST REALISE THAT THE TOILET PAPER MY MOMMY BOUGHT HAS A LOT A LOT OF STARS PRINTED ON THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL, rite? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go look at your toilet paper now, you might haf an unexpected surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i want to watch transsexuals... no... transformers, i mean. lol! Want to see renyao, look at isa can alr. ha. Meet up!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG! will be back by 07/07/07!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda excited, cos i tink it'll be fun with sharon ard!! Same og! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-7500746799150176349?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7500746799150176349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=7500746799150176349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7500746799150176349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7500746799150176349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/07/starry-starry-night-palettes-of-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-242615751356127014</id><published>2007-06-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:39:30.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that she knows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hiiiii, i break camp earlier. Hurt my leg and it's damn tiring. Like 4hrs of sleep everyday and 20hrs of activities! Not enough sleep is a sure-fire way to get me happy. Yah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink i haf an affinity with bruises. haha, i keep getting bruised and its the get bruised very badly like the size of a fist that kind.i'm like this huge kultz. I got abt 5,6 bruises on my legs and there's this one which is like the size of my fist and on the first day its swollen like a curry pok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When xinyi saw it, she asked me if i'm abused at camp. hahahhahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know? Nothing can really beat the feeling of being at home. Its when you're not ard then you appreciate it better. I realised that i'm often not at home and its getting really tiring. I guess i really look forward to spending more time at home, doing wad, i dunno, but yeah, just stay at home. I get bored easily though. haha.. and i promised to go for cac camp with bun and adventure camp with weifang. :X&lt;br /&gt;i just can't refuse anyone. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll make good use of this few days to just rest and rest and rest. I'm very very tired. Haven't got a rest for a long time. Was physically tired after HK. Walk like shit. Then emotionally drained. Cried like shit. So now it's time to recharge and recharge. I've been wanting to read for one more day and the great gatsby but hadn't the time... i haven't finish the alchemist yet though. hahah. loser. Busy watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've a very BIG problem at hand. I dunno how to fire myself from all my students. There's this 2 students which i've tried all means to break contact with by playing the disappearing act and i thought i succeeded after more than a month but the mother HUNTED me down. So i said truthfully that i'm only free on weekend mornings and i dun want to hamper thier studies, schedule etc, so if the timings ain't right so be it. Either take it or leave it. Damn it, she agreed. So now, i've got no more excuses and i'm still saddled with 5 students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was this phonecall which made my day from this tutee mom from quite long ago but i haven't blog abt it. hahah, i may haf told you abt it but bear reading this again, or just skip it. ( 1 person told me we got very limited convo topics &amp; the other 1 said so you're trying to tell me you're very smart)ha, yeah, nice frens, hahah but its just that i'm very proud of these 2 tutees. They're bros, called jarron and justin. Monsters. Anyway, jarron topped his class for math then justin got 70 for his math while his cousin which i previously taught but was told to stop ltr on got only 50. The thing was justin was the lousier one who failed while the cousin get As. Somehow comparing always make parents happier. I haf no idea why. Anyway, justin's chinese even more imba. From 20 sth marks improve to 30 smth. lol! Eh, 30 smth also improvement k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, anyway, saw this on youtube which i tink is quite meaningful. Like how some of the words really mean smth. Inspirational. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uk2tVpO_ca0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uk2tVpO_ca0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What can i say, we have so many memories, so many things tolook back on, i learned so much from you, gained so much. I love the way you made me laugh, i hated the way you made me cry, but what i hated most was when we said good-bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&amp;amp; she's scared to get close to anyone because everyone that ever said i'll be there LEFT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day before i left for camp b4 sch reopens i tink, when i was at yet another lowest points in my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked xinyi : Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said : More of satisfied, contented with life, though a bit worried cos i haven't finish my hmw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty envious you know? cos hmw is never much of a problem. At most get scolded lo, or go sch copy or hire a tutor to do the qns. These are stuff easily settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i 'm too tired for anything, so its just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dance as though no one is watching you&lt;br /&gt;love as though you have never been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;sing as though no one can hear you&lt;br /&gt;live as though heaven is on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah!! Live the life baby! Live it! Move on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got into KR, but darn, the pple whom i get to know and like are all going to biz or sheares.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-242615751356127014?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/242615751356127014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=242615751356127014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/242615751356127014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/242615751356127014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-that-she-knows-hiiiii-i-break.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5258103719781903737</id><published>2007-06-24T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T14:40:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fact of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you know they sell nata de coco by the tubs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how cool is that!!!! WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;youjustdon'tgetitback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5258103719781903737?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5258103719781903737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5258103719781903737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5258103719781903737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5258103719781903737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/06/fact-of-day-do-you-know-they-sell-nata.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-6340054537821209793</id><published>2007-06-22T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:15:56.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And make it OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything that I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the clothes you left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they lie on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they smell just like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And make it OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were made for each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out here forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YeahWhen you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words I need to hear will always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And make it OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-6340054537821209793?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6340054537821209793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=6340054537821209793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6340054537821209793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6340054537821209793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-youre-gone-i-always-needed-time-on.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5624333677367746133</id><published>2007-06-16T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:51:18.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've never felt this way before. Everything that I do reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh.... it feels damn good to haf eaten and bathe. Shopping with mfen and sha today. Wheeee! Went queensway after orchard to get fbts and our damn nice bags. They are soooooo punctual. Hmmm... as punishment for that maybe i'll post &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; blog entry &lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps: huilin and van, go to dazzling tale drafts and look at that post. I spent 1 plus hrs typing it and that bun saved it under drafts la. Even better, post it for me. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink i fricking overspent today. The next few days will be all shopping as well. Except that its not on me. Ha. I tink after i come back i'll stay away from shopping for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my mom is nagging at me. The flight is 8 hrs ltr and i haven't pack my luggage. Great. I'm damn shagged now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and teasing/suanning/annoying pple is soooo fun. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: thanks chups for that email. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5624333677367746133?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5624333677367746133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5624333677367746133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5624333677367746133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5624333677367746133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-never-felt-this-way-before.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2941456938517708322</id><published>2007-06-15T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:51:11.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a ballet dancer... in my toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;can i haf hostel and cca&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;and not study&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;that'd be ideal&lt;br /&gt;SweeT Xcape says:&lt;br /&gt;can.&lt;br /&gt;SweeT Xcape says:&lt;br /&gt;ur next milstone in life..geylang&lt;br /&gt;SweeT Xcape says:&lt;br /&gt;milestone*&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;SweeT Xcape says:&lt;br /&gt;no la...i say go geylang sell frog porridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm stressed up now. Over a lot of stuff. I tink life is busier and more stressful now than when there's school. I was talking to a lot of pple abt 2 mths ltr. I tink i'll die from schoolwork, hall activities, cca, tuition, driving...heck, i dun even know abt driving anymore... I'm like the first to pass everything but i haven't even touch the steering wheel yet. Unless you consider daytona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timings for everything seem to CLASH! Ok, i need to go and bathe to meet the lians. I'm like wad am i still doing here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2941456938517708322?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2941456938517708322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2941456938517708322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2941456938517708322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2941456938517708322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-ballet-dancer.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-41119679103288771</id><published>2007-06-13T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:24:01.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiiii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back! Today is a happy day! (: The super mario ride was damn fun. Hahaha. That machine takes your pic and you can see it in the game. My pic look darn idiotic. lol! And the drums was imba too! I love going to the arcade, feels like zhonghua days again. I feel young. haha. Next time we go play that again ok? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway was sending my recommendation form to yishu. Damn last minute. I hope past 12 doesn't mean i miss the deadline. There's like so much stuff to settle. I was reading his email and i can't help tinking about how i'll survive in hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is like awfully small and you haf gotta sleep and study in that small room. I've never studied and sleep in one room before. Whenever i studied on my bed, there will only be one conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always do that. Esp when there's reading to be done. And arts is like all reading. Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then cleanliness. I'm a slob. Every time i finish using a piece of tissue paper, i'll just throw it on the floor or table, whichever is nearer. Even when i'm hafing a runny nose, you'll get a mini pyramid of tissue on the floor not the dustbin. When i do math on rough paper, after finishing that paper, i'll just crush it and threw it on the floor. But hey, that's cos i dun haf a dustbin in my bedroom and the dustbin in the studyroom is too far. But they will be cleared soon enough automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my clothes, after changing out, i'll just leave them on the floor and go out. The next day, they'll be back in my closet nicely ironed. When i need smth, i just shout. And if i need to go somewhere, i can ask my dad to fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these will change if i move out. I'll haf to wash my own clothes, throw my stuff into the dustbin duitfully, fetch everything myself... And my god! who's going to boil water for me to drink when i'm there?? I tink i'll just end up buying gallons of mineral water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And much of a slob i am, I'm quite a cleanliness freak. I can't stand the floor dirty or even sticky and i hate it when my bedpost gets dusty or when there's fingerprint marks on the window panes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i live in the hostel i'll haf to clean everything myself. And my god, i've never done these things before. I haven't even unpack fully my stuff from tw and camping trip. I remembered telling that i'll ask jumintha to come down every sunday to springclean the room. But that will be so... *rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another terrible part would be the toilets. COMMON TOILETS! *faints. The shower head is like fixed on top and the water that flows out of it is like terribly little. And the toiletbowl... Dun get me started on it... There's no privacy. Imagine, when you want to poot, and its the lao sai kind, so its going to be loud... so the whole world is going to know wad you're doing inside the cubicle! My god! and sometimes i've got very active intestines. haha! wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And food! Basically its black pepper chicken, sweet &amp; sour fish, veg today... Tomorrow will be black pepper fish, sweet &amp;amp; sour chicken, veg... you get the idea... The worst part is somehow the guy scooping the food will mix everything tgr... I haf no idea how... my piano teacher calls it pig swill. lol! i'm gg to be a pig. And vegetables are like eeewwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But loads and loads of fruits = YAY! The qn is who will cut the fruits for me? Huh? After dinner everynight, there'll be grapes, strawberries, rambutans, lychees, all nicely washed and cut and shell removed waiting there and all i just haf to stretch my hand out. Life without fruits everyday will be torturous and how to get all the fibre? Ltr constipation everynight how? my god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who will help me massage my eyes/face when i'm tired and kiss me goodnight every night? sobs! And i'll miss annoying my lil sister. I pratically live for opportunities to scare her or just make her angry. Its so fun. haha. And chowchow!! my sweet old honeybunch, my wide-eyed bambi! I'll miss her so much. She won't be there to announce my arrival or pounce upon me to lick me when i'm home or follow me wherever i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum everything up, life is going to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haf simply no idea why i'm filling up my application now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz... I'm so sleepy now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta wake up early tomorrow morn. Breakfast at Holland village, yay, then nus then shrek with mfen! Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd nite! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-41119679103288771?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/41119679103288771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=41119679103288771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/41119679103288771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/41119679103288771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/06/hiiii-just-came-back-today-is-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-7867103587249267869</id><published>2007-06-11T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:20:27.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anditboilsdowntoyourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;History/Anthropology/LiberalArts&lt;/b&gt;, You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in History, Anthropology, or related majors (e.g., African and African-American Studies, Chinese, Classics, Cultural Studies, Economics, English, French, Geography, German, Greek, Hebrew, International Studies, Philosophy, Sociology, Women's Studies, or other Liberal Arts majors). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. 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Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-7867103587249267869?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7867103587249267869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=7867103587249267869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7867103587249267869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7867103587249267869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/06/anditboilsdowntoyourself-you-scored-as.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-4174029542150421022</id><published>2007-06-10T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:49:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So how now brown cow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you find that somehow at some point of time with wadever you're going thru, there's a song which can describe wad you're feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be smth which you constantly dream of, looking at a future so fun and fulfilling which you know you will step into it, which you're just waiting for, which you know you will and want to share with this person but some things, some little things which simply destroys everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its better to not haf anything than to lose it. Even if you gain new ones, they just ain't the same.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, some things just can't measure up even they are much much better. Losing smth is more painful than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm printing out the reccomendation form and i don't know if i shld pass it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reply to tags&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fen&lt;/strong&gt;: tell me abt the heartbroken part!! =p it's so unlike you! &lt;strong&gt;WHO &lt;/strong&gt;was it that broke your heart?? Come on, sharing is good! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wf:&lt;/strong&gt; cheers babe! I'm sure you can manage. Maybe will get broke from too much clubbing but, tink your ang moh will improve a lot. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pearlyn:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, i just realised that this is the first time you tagged me after 2+ yrs! ha, yup, i'll most prob stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yi shen&lt;/strong&gt;: Errr.... sleepy... ha. WAIT! how do you come here? i dun remember telling you anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-4174029542150421022?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4174029542150421022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=4174029542150421022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4174029542150421022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4174029542150421022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-how-now-brown-cow-dont-you-find-that.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-3136978003655395334</id><published>2007-06-06T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:11:29.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Beatrix ftw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was pretty cool. There was lots of pple but not the a lot lot kind and the BG was relatively small so its good in a way. There's quite a few aj pple ard and there's this aj girl and aj guy senior in my BG so its non mihi solum. haha. And I put loads of sunblock but still got burnt. I looked like some lobster now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on monday morning, i was seriously terrified, mortifie, petrified, stupified. The thought of going for the camp alone just makes me shake. I kept telling my parents on the car on the way there that i dun want to go then when daddy wants to turn back, i said, i want to go. Haha. Much as i was afraid of going away for the next few days alone, it presented to me as a challenge, a dare, and no way am i going to refuse a challenge. When i reached there, i almost instantly regretted my decision cos there's this bunch of ajcians there. Like very loser can. But after the first 15 mins, it was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much orientation stuff, but not really the usual sian orientation stuff that makes you want to pon. Hahah, i dunno how to put it but its much more fun than the usual. The games and stuff were much more interesting and exciting (tink lots of BG contact)lol!, then chilling out sessions, bbq, but I tink its mostly the pple. More of that ltr. Oh oh, we get to sleep in our own hostel rooms and its damn small. The entire room is like half the size or smaller than my bedroom. And the first night was scary. We were exchanging ghost stories over heneiken and there's this haunted room (true story which happened recently) on the 5th floor in blk D. My god, its like my block and my floor. I almost fainted when i'm in my room cos the blinds kept flapping around. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one good thing abt kent ridge is that the whole place consists of only single rooms so there'll be more privacy and you can get to mug anytime you want. Everyone will leave their doors ajar so you can pop by your neighbours place to chat and study and eat and all sortsa stuff. And there's this camaraderie among everyone, how everyone is like family and everyone knows everyone living on the same block. Haha, i'm a sucker for this sort of camaraderie, family stuff. Then your frens not living in the hostel but STUDYING IN NUS (HINTSS!!! LOL!!) can pop by to bunk in anytime maybe during block suppers which is damn imba or after chilling out sessions at the rooftop. Fun, fun, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, mfen, i finally know the feeling you were telling me that day!! But if you're going to accept a proposal from a guy who play and sing to you on a guitar, i tink you'll marry a lot of times. LOL! Then my BG has this pair of lovebirds. So sweet and funny. lol! makes me so sian mu! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m lazy to type everything out, maybe will post some pics when i get them. There's this senior who looks exactly like winnie tan. No kidding! Same face, same hair, same mannerisms... And this guy who used to relief teach gp at aj... Feels damn weird seeing your teachers dancing and in bikinis and trunks...haha, and the special pal thingy, LOL! my bg keeps teasing me abt him. And all i did was... haha, i'm not going to say it here. but wth! lol! There are some pple whom i genuinely like over there and i tink my BG is one of the more 'ON' ones ard. I tink i learn quite a lot from this camp. Got the contact list so easier to get a room at blk D, i guess. At least i know wad to expect during other camps, lessons, hall life etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink there will be some form of meeting up soon next week. I hope its not on the next weekend cos i won't be in s'pore then. Emails are flying around and this guy suggessted going geylang... to eat... then picnic under the stars, ok wadever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i didn't reply missed calls or msgs. Too tired. haha. Ok, i need to bathe then go auntie jo jo's house for dinner. I'm feeling hungry now though, shall go hunt for food now! haha,ok, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn: you can go just go back to aj to get your sgc. No need to call cheng. I'm getting other stuff from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chups &amp;amp; wf: ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yh: I miss you so so so much. You haf no idea how much i wish you're by my side now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lu: hahah! stop being so workaholic! and look at the HINTS!! part on top. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-3136978003655395334?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3136978003655395334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=3136978003655395334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3136978003655395334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3136978003655395334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/06/beatrix-ftw-camp-was-pretty-cool_06.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-8978831069303729731</id><published>2007-06-03T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:25:50.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHY??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. I am so tired. Mentally and emotionally. I'd never wanted to step into this mire in the first place. Why drag me in? Why call me? Why change my opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. I am exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-8978831069303729731?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8978831069303729731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=8978831069303729731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8978831069303729731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8978831069303729731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2368018601986853278</id><published>2007-06-03T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:19:32.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A lifejacket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since dear old lu asked me to update, i will. Hey, when's our kayaking trip? but heard someone died recently from kayaking hor? hahaha, and i couldn't stop tinking abt the backpacking in tibet adventure. Exciting. haha. i need some recovery. And lu, i'm not trying to sway your decision, but NUS econs is better and just imagine, same coursemates, you'll get to see me everyday... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i dunno wad to blog about. It seems there's no point in blogging. Some pple are just not worthy enough to let them know you. You wouldn't even want to talk to them. I'd rather meet up or just talk to on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me think... thurs was Pirates of carribean, pretty kickass. But the ending was... ok, let me ruin it for you all... ha, ok, i'm not in the mean mood but yeah, elizabeth dun love jack sparrow. Oh, sorry lians, i am forced to watch it. Really! but i really really dun mind watching it with you guys again. And the spongebob thingy at expo, you guys tink abt it, ok?? LOL!! Oh, and if you're watching pirates, don't leave before the credits end. There's stuff after the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri was billy bombers and not enough time to talk. I haven't finish abt taiwan yet. ha and that charsiewbao(lol!) ar, came down all the way to go home with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, erm.. No, i didn't manage to last thru sponge-a-thon. LOL! Played with my neighbours after that and one of them was desmond koh's nephew or smth. Called lester, molester the lester.lol! Then we brought chowchow to the swimming pool to play, we wanted to see her swim. Haha, ok, so i just wade in the baby pool, carrying chowchow and put her on the swimming board, with the kids in the water supporting it. Then let her float slowly, before removing it. She can swim pretty well, erm.. more of struggling actually, but yeah.. Ha, poor old dog! Yep, then i pushed one of them into the pool and i kana got pushed in, so ended up swimming in full gear. Then its big shit. I looked like some deranged water ghost that has escaped from some ghostly mental hospital and many pple recognised me. If you realise my occupation and location by now, you'd know how big shit i'm in. Crawling up wet from the pool in wet clothes, then cycling around the place WET with a toot fringe with a bunch of noisy kids, whose sole enjoyment is to scream and kick. And the worst thing, get recognised! shit! There is a serious lack of privacy living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet them 2 after that for dinner and yeah, talk. Nice hearty talk which made me tink a lot. I tink we can go on and on for a few more hrs except that i've got 8 missed calls from my mom. But next time, meet earlier la, i cannot tahan the midnight taxifare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, then tomolo will be meeting the lians to go cheenatown and coolieland. haha. But i got to leave early cos' my aunt force my mom to force me to go for dinner becos' i've not gone for dinners for a damn long time. I have very poor time management. Its 3am now and i'll prolly wake up at 1. Got to go buy camp stuff, pack camp stuff, write an ultra good appeal letter which gonna take me a few hrs, meet lians then family dinner. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its gg back aj on mon, get sgc from cheng followed by the kent ridge camp thingy. Ok, i must remember to cancel my tuitions and piano lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a thin line between love and hate. You can't haf any hate without any love. The worst form of feeling is not hate, but apathy. Its when you totally don't give a damn abt that person then it means the person dun matter to you. I realised i dun really give a damn abt it, abt some, and i'm glad well, maybe except for one. Its hard to let go but you know you'll get yourself into deeper shit if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you into my heart and like a sharp knife, you carve me up. Still, i let you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2368018601986853278?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2368018601986853278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2368018601986853278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2368018601986853278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2368018601986853278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/06/lifejacket-since-dear-old-lu-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-557515086033148430</id><published>2007-05-20T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T01:42:03.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got my letter.... FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man is called a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well. Martin Luther King, Jr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that you're given, it doesn't matter. You give your best. You make the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i dunno which uni i shld choose after the FASS thingy in the morn. And you won't believe it. I took more than 3 hrs from home to reach the fass even with guidance from wf, pearlyna and anna. My family kept telling me not to be emotional, not to be influenced by frens etc... And smth mfen said during dinner just now made me think very hard. Anyways, today is a happy day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i just realised that i'd spent abt $400 this 2 weeks. I'm so very dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the battle of life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the battle of life, it is not the critic who counts; nor the one who points out how the strong person stumbled, or where the doer of a deed could have done better. The credit belongs to the person who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; who does actually strive to do deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotion, spends oneself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at worst, if he or she fails, at least fails while daring greatly. Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those timid spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat." Theodore Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day, I'll say: I have a dream. And today, my dream came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And drogba is damn imba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-557515086033148430?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/557515086033148430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=557515086033148430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/557515086033148430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/557515086033148430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-got-my-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-1599419064187188146</id><published>2007-05-14T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:44:07.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know what happens when you hurt people? When you hurt people, they love you less. That's what careless words do. People love you less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-1599419064187188146?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1599419064187188146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=1599419064187188146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1599419064187188146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1599419064187188146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-know-what-happens-when-you-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5906707184050300470</id><published>2007-05-12T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:28:11.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yup, i though i'd pretty much given up on this blog and will just blog on the lians blog in the future. Well, first thing first its very leychey to blog both ways and the 2nd reason, you know, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after yesterday's tok to a dear someone till 4 plus am, i couldn't get it off my chest. I mean, it's just too unbelievable. My opinion of a certain someone just changed totally. Like T.O.T.A.L.L.Y.&lt;br /&gt;180 Degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, did this sort of thing really happen at all? Huh? All along for the past entire yr, i only know one side of the story then now its like stunned. I know its not smth good but i wasn't prepared to hear that .... that sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i don't exactly love this person but things are amiable. Then now that i know, and i dun , i can't pretend that i dunno anything. There will be this barrier. So just avoid, yeah, if only i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling of counting down to your prelims/ A-levels. That apprehension?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am experiencing that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yi-hsuan left today. For Good. Though she isn't going to read this coz she said apparently china dun allow blogs to be aired, but i just wanna write this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say thank-you. Thanks for being a real dear friend. Thanks for always being there. Thanks for being there during that cloudy period when friendship ties, everything seems to change. I'll never forget that. Thanks for the times you'd draw patrick beside my stupid spongebob squarepants during math lectures. Thanks for being part of the family, for being my lao-po, for hafing a dumb daughter. (LOL!) Thanks for enduring my sometimes ultra-lame/cold/not funny jokes and not giving me the why-are-you-asking-such-a-dumb-thing kind of face. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times we mug or rather tried to mug in the reading room (ok, i lied. I dun really miss mugging) The times we queued up for wonton mee. Remember that time we din go for chinese tutorial but went for wonton mee instead? Hahaha. Miss the sleepovers, yeah, you slept over the most. haha. And i'll remember how you like the sour plum candy, how you haf to take some yuckky chinese medicine for your _____(insert blank)lol! after lunch. Hahaha. I'll remember how no matter how pro your chinese is, you can't pronounce the word cold in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these little stuff, these quirks, these idiosyncracies of yours, no matter how unimportant they're, i'll always remember them. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the time we haf spent together may seem short and unfruitful, but i can't deny the fact that you've been there, there all along in my life for 2 of the most important years of my life. Now that you're off to embark on your journey into the unknown, for greener pastures, for a red-indian husband, haha, i can only wish you luck in your future endeavours, whatever they may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever miss us, miss s'pore, (i hope you do!) just hug that darn cute lion wif the underwear. You may opt to wear that underwear but you might haf a little trouble wif it. Hahaha. Let this short post be a tribute to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Yi-Hsuan, I HEART YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5906707184050300470?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5906707184050300470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5906707184050300470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5906707184050300470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5906707184050300470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/05/yup-i-though-id-pretty-much-given-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-6800368440545709597</id><published>2007-04-23T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T13:25:46.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it all ENDS TONIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every decision has its consequences. Every consequence leads to a decision. So what smth turns out to be is actually because of what has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when you're hafing the just whack mentality then smth comes along and in that matter of seconds, you begin to seriously doubt whether is your decision right, do you pause to stop and think or still just whack? As we all know, minyi is blur, stupid, gullible, sotong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/aboveboard"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;aboveboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/artless"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;artless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/callow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;callow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/candid"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;candid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/confiding"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;confiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/countrified"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;countrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/credulous"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;credulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/forthright"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;forthright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/frank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/fresh"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/green"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;*, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/guileless"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;guileless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/gullible"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;gullible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/harmless"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;harmless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/ignorant"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ignorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/impulsive"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;impulsive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/ingenuous"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ingenuous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/innocent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/innocuous"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;innocuous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/instinctive"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;instinctive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/jejune"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;jejune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/lamb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;*, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/natural"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/open"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/original"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/patsy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;patsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;*, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/plain"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;plain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/simple-minded"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;simple-minded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/sincere"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;sincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/spontaneous"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/square"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/sucker"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;sucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;*, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/trusting"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;trusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unaffected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;unaffected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unjaded"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;unjaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unpretentious"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;unpretentious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unschooled"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;unschooled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unsophisticated"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;unsophisticated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unsuspecting"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;unsuspecting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unsuspicious"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;unsuspicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/untaught"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;untaught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unworldly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;unworldly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/virgin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/wide-eyed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;wide-eyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;just whack. And now, she's tinking, there's a reason why pple dun want smth and you still go for it when you jolly well know that this might happen. So now that its happened, you'd tink : "god, minyi, you're such a bloody idiot, total dumbass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;But then this will put an end to many things. At least you know you've got to start looking for... So let's see if this will yield anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tink having no sch now sucks in the sense that you've too much time to think and the only thing that affects you now is people! You still haf grades and tests to worry/ emo you the last time but now the only variable factor is people. Darn, i hate that man. Shiatz, i'll stop here and find somewhere else to write these down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a lighter note, the challenge starts today. Exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-6800368440545709597?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6800368440545709597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=6800368440545709597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6800368440545709597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6800368440545709597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-it-all-ends-tonight-every-decision.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-7402910952934220621</id><published>2007-04-21T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:46:26.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just so you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shouldn't love you but I want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just can't turn away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shouldn't see you but I can't move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't look away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shouldn't love you but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want you I just can't turn away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shouldn't see you but I can't move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't look away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just so you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This feeling's taking control of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I can't help it I won't sit around, I can't let him win now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought you should know I've tried my best to let go of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I don't want to I just gotta say it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I go Just so you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's getting hard to be around you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's so much I can't say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you want me to hide the feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And look the other way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This emptiness is killing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm wondering why I've waited so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking back I realize It was always there just never spoken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm waiting here...been waiting here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its like the feeling has come back again. Laugh, laugh, laugh then lonely, lonely, lonely. Emo, emo, emo since fri. Dunno why, got eat, got laugh, got play, got work, got exercise but feels like an empty shell. And I dun like awkward situatuions la.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That day like shit, makes me feel even more like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my stupid laptop keeps crashing. There are like a ton of songs i want to download but can't, Dammnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll just go sleep now then pia all out tomolo till every last ounce of energy is sapped. Too tired to tink, too tired to care... My idea of fun. Yeah, but always works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I tink i go walk walk first, too angsty to sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-7402910952934220621?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7402910952934220621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=7402910952934220621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7402910952934220621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7402910952934220621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-so-you-know-shouldnt-love-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2389315090201648089</id><published>2007-04-20T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T02:12:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lame, lamer, lamer-est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theirdazzlingtale.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;theirdazzlingtale@blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I never knew my friends were so lame. LOL! ok, actually i know. That's why we're frens. HAHA! Every post makes me LOL literally. I love you guys. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2389315090201648089?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2389315090201648089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2389315090201648089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2389315090201648089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2389315090201648089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/04/lame-lamer-lamer-est-check-out.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-1693221600008379305</id><published>2007-04-16T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:34:24.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wheeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday kbox, jumping pretty fun. Then chups treated us to neoprints. Thanks chups! (= But its a bit flop though. Ha. Went bugis with joei to jalan jalan then went home. So funny, hahha, my house no instant noodles so took from her house and get jumintha to cook it then watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom allowed me to go taiwan!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo sooo fricking happy now. Ahahahhahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited. I tink i'm going to hyperventilate. And i'm so happy to tink that i'm going to hyperventilate. Ahahhahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this couldn't haf happened without the help of someone. Zy and her mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom is really DARN POWERFUL man. Her words, omg, those words haf such an enlightening effect on everyone who has heard them. Fortunately, i took down everything she said and memorised then before launching into a DISCUSSION( hahha, she taught me this word) wif my mom. It really takes one mom to know anothr. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eh, zy, i tink your mom shld be a negotiator or smth, otherwise her talent will be wasted. Hahahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe yi hsuan can bring us around taiwan. HA! And this is so saddening. Yi hsuan is going to leave and never come back. WHY? WHY? WHY? HUH? HUH? HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you bear to leave us just like this, flung us into an abyss of misery and make us wallow in despair over you imminent absence??? HUH? HUH? HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you loads la, you idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, my emotions are changing 180 degress as i'm typing this. Anyway, today was supposed to be one hell of a day. I'm supposed to go down to help in the morn then tuition in the noon then dance at night. But everything is like poof! cancelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, there's coach carter tonight! Imba motivating show. Wheeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, actually i typed a lot more for this post to entertain mfen's request but my laptop die-ded on me. So bye-bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-1693221600008379305?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1693221600008379305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=1693221600008379305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1693221600008379305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1693221600008379305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/04/wheeee-yesterday-kbox-jumping-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-8101283184930603689</id><published>2007-04-13T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T02:09:56.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If only, If only....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheee! Today's a happy day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, i woke up darn early this morning and went for a walk IN THE RAIN with chowchow. Fun getting wet and muddy. Yup, then went causuarina with daddy and mommy for prata breakfast having nothing to do all day, went to buy loads of vcds to entertain myself. 4 stacks, abt 40 discs, but then watching it alone is like damn meaningless la. After 3 hrs, then its like soooo veryyy borrinnggg. No one to talk to and laugh along with. The whole house only me and chowchow and the maid. As you can see, there's a communication problem. Talk to the maid like so weird then I can't bark, well, actually i can, if you make me angry. (pun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, daddy and mummy are going grocery shopping, so i tag along. Went to AMK hub and zy is right, the shopping there is pretty good. Guess what i bought?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahhahha, yup, my new toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rh9CyZxXs_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/i-EeCPJUKJQ/s1600-h/spidey+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052830740611838962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rh9CyZxXs_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/i-EeCPJUKJQ/s320/spidey+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its the &lt;strong&gt;TRIPLE-ACTION-SPIDERMAN BLASTER!&lt;/strong&gt; How cool is that? Like WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can shoot &lt;strong&gt;REAL WEB&lt;/strong&gt; out of it, &lt;strong&gt;SHOOT WATER&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SHOOT DARTS&lt;/strong&gt;! Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already planned how to play with it. Just imagine xinyi studying at the study table in the study room.... She's got 3 tests tomolo and haven't finish studying, not to mention a pile of hmw and those dumb SIA projects. Stress level is rocketing... Then I'll just sit at my table opposite her and stare at her... With my spiderman blaster pumped up with web, water and darts. Stare, stare and stare then suddenly shoot a jet of water, well, of course not at her, Siao! ltr she complain to my mummy HOW? So the trick is to blast a jet of water that whizzz past her ears. First the right ear then the left ear, constantly picking up speed. AHAHAHHAHA! She'll get so mad and even more stressed up that she will begin to cry. Then i'll laugh even louder. AHAHHAHA! So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And xinyi being xinyi, she'll surely complain. So what now? Dun forget this is a triple action blaster. You must be wondering why I only shoot water, yeah? Well, as i've said, she will complain, so for telling tales, I've saved the web for her face. Coolios! Blast a string of web right smack into her face then pull back real hard. AHAHHAHAHHA! This is really fun! AHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as expected I can probably only shoot her a few times before she start screaming at me and complaining. So how now, brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, FIND A TARGET THAT CAN'T COMPLAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHAHHA! Chase after chowchow with my spiderman blaster until she's yelping and so tired that she can't run anymore that she's got to hide under the sofa. AHAHHAHHAA! And since she's so small, i'll try and see if i can lift her after covering her in web. You know? just like how spiderman lift objects across the room with his web. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm, guess what? I've been contemplating for days if I shld go to SPCA to work as a volunteer. You know, to give back to the society.... Looks like i really shld....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after this 2 targets, the next three will be my neighbours. HA! Wah lau, for 2 days consecutively spend 4 hrs each day playing in my house thrashing up the whole place. HA, but pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, and just now when i was at AMK hub, i couldn't help but keep imagining how great life would be if we're all still in AJ now. We could like go there after sch to eat and shop ard before going home after sch. Cos' there's fish and co there and all that's lacking is just pasta mania. HAHA, if you know what i mean... Then on wed after trg can eat there instead of always eating ban mian at NYP everytime. Or during the mugging period we cld haf gone there instead of always pizza hut or ba-chor mee after mugging at amk library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if JC life is like secondary sch which lasts for 4 yrs, then i can come home with joei from sch everyday. Then can mug together so more motivation because she so muggerish. AHAHHAHA! Or at least i no need to keep checking the chinese dictionary everytime i do chinese hmw becos there'll be a live dictionary beside me. Ha, then perhaps can get her to pei me to pon every tues so i'll not be the only one always ponning on tues. Can distract cheng's attention. Oh then can share math tution, 1 tutor 2 persons, cheaper wad, the qns we've would prolly be the same, after all same tutorial. Hahhha, tink too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anyway, i dunno why but my phone's blutooth ain't working so i can't post the pic of the earthworm we cut up. Anyway, the conclusion of our mini experiment was that when you cut the worm into half, you'd get 2 wriggling pieces but after looking at the worm very carefully there's only 1 head so theoretically the 2nd half ie. the tail is dead. So its much like your lizard's tail that continues twitching after getting severed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But when we cut the worm into half, it leaves a trail of black substance behind from its wound as it crawled along. So is that blood? Do worms haf red blood cells at all? Then since the lizard can grow its tail back after it is severed, can the worm grow even longer? Sadly, the worm was thrown away and i'll never get to know the answers. But its interesting to see how so many qns can arise from smth so insignificant yet so important to our eco-system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And oh, zy's latest post on clubbing is damn interesting and funny. LOL! But erm... there're some parts which i don't understand what she's trying to say, like the height part thingy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mfen, I next week go find you? HAHA, after you hinted so explicitly. And you can introduce me to roy and maybe his bro. My cup of tea, mmmm. HAHAH, and the lians haf a new blog. My god, and one of the posts, sharon says her &lt;strong&gt;childhood heroine&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;sailormoon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROFL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sailormoon! HAHAHHA! Somehow the thought of her worshipping sailormoon is very funny. If it's someone else, i wouldn't laugh as much, but.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHAHAHHAHHAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Save me, i can't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha, and chups asked me to organise kbox this weekend, so pple, tell me when you're free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And last but not least, to our dearest bullet-train whose bday falls so luckily on friday the 13th,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't get robin to call you like what you'd done for wf, but then since its friday the 13th, maybe a certain jason will come looking for you. Remember, don't off your lights tonight, for you'll never know when.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know when......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHAHHAHAH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-8101283184930603689?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8101283184930603689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=8101283184930603689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8101283184930603689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8101283184930603689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-only-if-only.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rh9CyZxXs_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/i-EeCPJUKJQ/s72-c/spidey+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-7585451028143651512</id><published>2007-04-12T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T03:14:53.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I walked past so many times that i'm getting sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its nice to walk at night. You know, the kind of nights at around 1-2am when the whole world's asleep? And when tv and the internet bores you? There are over 60 channels and youtube but man, they can get really boring. Now this is really getting me worried. Outings and whatever.... the mood just ain't there. It seems that nothing is exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, its just walking and walking and talking to yourself. And occasionally with this companion whose main goal in life, it seems, is to fertilise every blade of grass she sees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i was just thinking that i'm really lost. Lost somewhere in this world with no place to call my own. I dunno what i'm working towards to everyday. Things just keep getting more and more meaningless when you dun haf to tink and plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems that i'm just waiting and waiting and waiting. This is so scary yet so super exciting when you haf no idea where you're heading towards to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tink i'm a bit dyslexic. I can't express what i want to say in words and i keep spelling stuff wrongly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, now i forgot what i want to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, let's see what comes to my mind now. Yup! Haf you heard of psycological warfare? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Basically, it is a very useful tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just realised how devastating it can be and how much potential it contains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For example, you want to go for smth that you need permission for, so how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you wake up in the morning, first thing when your mom is still sleeping, sit beside her then you go...." mommy, can i....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then go brush your teeth and during breakfast, go again " mommy can i......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During the meal, the only conversation topic you allow will be what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This goes for lunch and dinner and supper. Everytime you talk, the first words that you utter would be "mommy, can i....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just imagine, getting bombarded by the same qn a few hundred times a day.... Now this is just the first strategy of psychological warfare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course, you've got to inject humour and keep beating around the bush, then what? Keep whining? Retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're probably just gonna annoy and remember your goal, you're not here to annoy, you're here to get what you wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow i tink its just a case of how badly you wanted smth. Sometimes the anticipation is more fun than the real thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and today, i'd told my tutee the other time during science lesson that if you cut an earthworm into two pieces, you'd get two earthworms wriggling away at both ends. I read that somewhere from some novel long ago. That novel was fiction so the qn is if you cut the earthworm into two pieces will the earthworm just die or you'd really get 2 earthworms. What if you cut them into 3 or 4 pieces? How do earthworms reproduce by the way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, today my tutee got her maid to catch a few earthworms from her garden. So i told her to find a scalpel and forceps tonight. Tomorrow, we'll get some answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuition can be really fun and interesting at times. Tomorrow will be experimental lab session. HAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On second thoughts, i shld bring some gloves along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-7585451028143651512?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7585451028143651512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=7585451028143651512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7585451028143651512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7585451028143651512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-walked-past-so-many-times-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2290647849182820973</id><published>2007-04-05T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:46:07.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Angel Of Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RhPh8kay3wI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zTmyVhIuAlY/s1600-h/phantom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049628037896920834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RhPh8kay3wI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zTmyVhIuAlY/s320/phantom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretty cool show. But there was 1 part when i almost fall asleep. HA! I was freaking tired. These few days had been crazy, totally hectic. Got to help out in the morns. I don't hold a proper job, but there is still a schedule, and a very pressing one to keep. I have hardly anytime to myself and i haven't meet up with the people i want to meet up with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the phantom was awesome. I tink its like what cheng said before, carthasis (correct spelling?), you can feel the pain, the anguish, the solitude. You can hear it in his voice. Okay, maybe only me, because i'm the only one who cried. Its so malu-ing can?! stupid phantom, made me cry so much. And christine, my god, i'm so afraid the glass on the chandelier will crack or smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Birthday to my mum. Don't haf time to get her anything so cancel tuition last min.(and i tink the mum's angry with me, cos i already missed 3 lessons last 2 weeks becos' of miscommunication and driving. HOW, HOW, HOW? I'm so worried i'll get fired.) Anyway, went down to taka with daddy and got her flowers, cake and a bag from coach. And i'm so freaking broke now. HOW, HOW HOW? I'm now worried that i won't haf any moolah left for shopping on fri and sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, momsy is very touched and happy with her gift. I tink if i'm a guy, many woman will swoon over me. LOL! Well, cos everything's my idea cos' my dad's the most unromantic guy ever. I told him that if he's my husband, i'd haf dumped him long ago. Ahahhaha. Nah, he's nice AND he belongs to my mom. HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink my mom is one great woman. In my opinion, she's the greatest woman alive in this world. I'm always the one who made her mad the most, make her cry the most, make her scream the most, make her worry the most, be the one who has to enter a hospital the most. No, i'm not sickly or anything. I just had to ride my bicycle down a very steep slope at 50miles/hr and wanting to experience an adrenaline rush, i don't brake so i rammed into this lamp post and flew out knocking against it, almost breaking my rib cage and destroying my bike. Yeah, stuff like that. I'm also the one with the lousier grades, the louder one, the more obnoxious one, the ruder one and so on on on. Compare me with everyone around me and you'd realise i'm like totally flawed. Shit, now as i'm typing this, i really feel flawed. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But guess what, despite being surrounded by so many flawess pple around me, i never really feel inferior or deprived or doubt myself. You know why, this is because she never fails to remind me that i'm one of the most beautiful, smartest and charismatic person around. LOL! Yeah, which mother don't do that? Except that she does it more often. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, if you want to put it in another way, she's raised this egoistic arrogant fellow. Ha. Hey, i've got loads of GOOD points too ok? Try and discover them. You may haf a bit of a trouble though. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is one woman who has LIVED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact out of her many achievements, i personally tink and i'm sure many will agree as well that she gave birth to this really beautiful, smart and charismatic character called minyi. Ahahhahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm very tired. There are many old old pics i want to upload but its very LECHEY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MISS YAP ZHENYIN COPIED MY STRATEGY BY PRINTING FLYERS LOOKING FOR HER OWN STUDENTS. NOW WONDER SHE CALLED ME AND ASK ABOUT SO MANY THINGS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DEMAND A COMMISSION! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahahhahhhaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2290647849182820973?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2290647849182820973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2290647849182820973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2290647849182820973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2290647849182820973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/04/angel-of-music-pretty-cool-show.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RhPh8kay3wI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zTmyVhIuAlY/s72-c/phantom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-3135757373977951553</id><published>2007-04-03T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:13:34.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Belief is Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;300 was pretty kick-ass. Its like watching a comedy. LOL! I laughed till my stomach pain just now at the escalator there and almost lost my balance talking abt xerxes who is damn ah gua, giving javanese massage and the cute little ball. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, minyi has been inspired pretty much recently by certain pple, certain stuff. Esp one person. ____ has shown minyi what passion/belief in smth can translate into. And that is real imba power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All that believing, despite losing, taking pride in whatever she does, working for what she believes in. When she lost that race, she lost it with great humility. She contends that its because there are more worthy opponents out there, opponents who won't be there without having the same dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One lesson drawn: &lt;strong&gt;Belief is Power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minyi has a lot to learn from others. First thing first, i've got to work on will power, determination and... belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.minyi.youaremighty.com"&gt;www.minyi.youaremighty.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cool stuff. You've got to turn the music up real loud for better effects. I enjoyed myself very much watching that over and over and over again.I'm sure you'll feel the same way. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-3135757373977951553?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3135757373977951553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=3135757373977951553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3135757373977951553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3135757373977951553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/04/belief-is-power-300-was-pretty-kick-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-7573667332972173869</id><published>2007-04-01T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:14:31.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mfen is retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How to become a better person? says:&lt;br /&gt;wha. hey what's that???&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;whats what?&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;hui ask whats that&lt;br /&gt;How to become a better person? says:&lt;br /&gt;oh... sha here issit????&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;no la&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;she's slping&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;wad wad's that&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;we could go on forever like this&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;yes, mfen i totally agree&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;whats whats whats that?&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;wad;s wad;s wad's that&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;i forgot ather wad&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;my turn&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;what's what's what's what's what's that/&lt;br /&gt;How to become a better person? says:&lt;br /&gt;okay okay...&lt;br /&gt;How to become a better person? says:&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;the retardness is contagious&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;Wad's wad's wad's wad's wad's wad's that&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;what'swhat'swhat'swhat'swhat'swhat's that?&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;what'swhat'swhat'swhat'swhat'swhat'swhat'swhat's that?&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;, mfen&lt;br /&gt;MiNyI says:&lt;br /&gt;you win liao&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;i win&lt;br /&gt;*fen says:&lt;br /&gt;what prize do i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear mfen is growing more and more retarded by the day. LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-7573667332972173869?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7573667332972173869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=7573667332972173869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7573667332972173869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7573667332972173869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/04/mfen-is-retarded-how-to-become-better.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2322550375169793374</id><published>2007-03-31T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T17:48:28.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dream, dream, dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No 300 today. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because someone got DRUGGED! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, nothing is better in life than to sleep away the whole afternoon on the sofa just beside the balcony with the rain crashing down simultaneously. Then i've got this weird dream that makes me feel sad when i woke up. Its like the events that took place in the dream are sad stuff, so you'd naturally feel sad in your dream. And when you woke up, that feeling lingers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But anyhow, it's time to hit town now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i tink i shld go eat some ice-cream now, because ice-cream makes you happy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2322550375169793374?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2322550375169793374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2322550375169793374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2322550375169793374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2322550375169793374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/dream-dream-dream-no-300-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-811759901170821867</id><published>2007-03-31T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T02:32:40.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wheeee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Supposed to meet up with sha and mfen for dinner then watch 300. But dunno why we all went for pizza instead of buying the tickets first. And we eat so slowly till 9, just before the show is gonna start then ALL THE TIX ARE SOLD OUT! Wth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to watch that show! I wanna see all the hoplites and the phalanx and all the battle formations clashing against the immortals of the persian army. I'm like a total geek when it comes to the medieval/greek/roman stuff. In fact i've got like a few encyclopedia on these sort of stuff. HAHA! I've read about how king leonidas fought that battle at thermoplyae and that battle was like one of the greatest sacrifices in history, in order to allow other greek soldiers more time to escape. In fact there is a monument of leonidas at thermoplyae now. You know, when i was young, i don't really dream about being snow white or sleeping beauty. HA, I dreamt abt being some sort of heroine, fighting for honour and glory, living by a code of honour, sacrificing for my king and country. How abt another joan of arc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, if you dun believe that i want to watch it purely out of love for these sort of things, well, of course, there's the six pecs and nudity to boot. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha, ok, jking!! Anyway no way we're going home at 10 on friday night, so yup, its talking crap, walking and chilling at starbucks. Oh, and you know those late-night shopping every last friday of the month? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My foot la! Most shops close at like 10. Boring, boring, boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to MAN'S BAZZAR! My Ah Pek sunglasses! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rg1N4zrvp6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Cg6q6WRIxRI/s1600-h/Photo-0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047776395693893538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rg1N4zrvp6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Cg6q6WRIxRI/s320/Photo-0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The price tags are retarded. Period. But i laughed till my stomach pain. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rg1OrTrvp7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/LTTyC910huw/s1600-h/Photo-0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047777263277287346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rg1OrTrvp7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/LTTyC910huw/s320/Photo-0557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, i just received mfen and sha's msg. MAYBE we can watch 300 tomolo after all. But then again, its not just abt the movie, its abt the company. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-811759901170821867?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/811759901170821867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=811759901170821867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/811759901170821867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/811759901170821867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/wheeee-supposed-to-meet-up-with-sha-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rg1N4zrvp6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Cg6q6WRIxRI/s72-c/Photo-0556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-8809746715129418860</id><published>2007-03-28T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:42:18.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apathy Apathy Apathy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More of it and i'll be fine. Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We passed FTT! Yes! all the theory work finally done! Now for the real thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goal: pass pratical test the first time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very challenging. Very exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went with joei to this very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;interesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;shopping place. LOL! Just thinking of it is making me hyperventilate. HA! Going there again tomolo. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tink the plaster on my forehead makes me look like an idiot la. But i tink i'll go look for spongebob or minnie plasters tomolo. To look even more idiotic. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its like 12 midnight now and i haven't bathe. yikes! Gotta go pom pom now. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-8809746715129418860?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8809746715129418860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=8809746715129418860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8809746715129418860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8809746715129418860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/apathy-apathy-apathy-more-of-it-and-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-8007594008856296827</id><published>2007-03-27T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:09:26.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahahhahahhahha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minyi is now MOLE-LESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The laser is damn frightening. I was trembling from head to toe sia. Not to mention my mom who likes exaggerating the pain from her IPL treatments. Ok, maybe its really painful. She went in before me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when i'm lying there waiting with trepidation, trembling, with cold sweat sprouting out of every single pore of my body, every fibre of muscle so tensed up i'm afraid they'll snap, then the doctor started with the laser and its like a machine gun. Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i haf to slather on loads of sun-block now before i go out and avoid the sun as dilligently as zhenyin. Wah, similie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahha, and i have decided, i will go try out all the non-invasive treatments like thermage, meso therapy etc... one day and botox when i hit 40. Or maybe even earlier. Ha. Can you imagine, looking old, saggy and wrinkly and your nipples being best friends with your knees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i realise smth today, i really can't stand blood. I go all weak and knobbly in my knees when i see even a drop of it. I tink i'd lost about 5 ML of blood, and i'm already feeling extremly weak and giddy. I can't even climb the stairs. So i tink i shall just sit in front of the tv and wait for dinner to be served. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-8007594008856296827?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8007594008856296827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=8007594008856296827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8007594008856296827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8007594008856296827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahahhahahhahha-minyi-is-now-mole-less.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5170823903866660370</id><published>2007-03-26T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T02:04:43.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And i miss you so terribly much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haf you missed someone so badly that you keep looking at your phone to check for any msgs or missed calls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, there are just so many jingbao and gossipy stuff today from everyone. Like OMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People, really, people are really hard to fathom. Tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i'm in the movie-archade-pizza mood. And i want to watch a lot lot of movies. One of them is ninja turtles. Yes, don't laugh. They're cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i need to go shopping cos' i need a dress by next week for phantom of opera night. And today, i actually went back to zara to get that black top despite that last incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alas they dun haf my size. But i'm gg to check out other outlets. So much for principles yeah?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha, ok, tomorrow is gonna be hell of a day. Because i haven't touch the piano for 2 weeks and there's lesson tomolo. God bless me. Orh-me-tuo-fo. Chan-mali-chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5170823903866660370?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5170823903866660370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5170823903866660370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5170823903866660370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5170823903866660370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-i-miss-you-so-terribly-much-haf-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-3005375768735471707</id><published>2007-03-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:45:28.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy and boring day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week was so effing boring. I tink i have rested enough. Actually i hadn't rested much but its just not minyi to sit at home. Everyday, i just wake up, watch tv, go to the gym then watch tv again. And freak la, gym now cost 2.50. There's virtually no one to play with me on weekdays. I just sat at the balcony and stone there with chow. Anyway, she's sunbathing. She does that every afternoon for an hour. HAHAHA, yes, very much my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVjoqOFmLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LmRVK_oEhjk/s1600-h/Photo-0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045548507717802162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVjoqOFmLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LmRVK_oEhjk/s320/Photo-0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So there goes my borrrringgg weekdays. Friday was dinner at ristorante bologna, marina mandarin. This pic here is totally retarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVkfKOFmMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4d_cosX-g7g/s1600-h/IMG038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045549444020672706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVkfKOFmMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4d_cosX-g7g/s320/IMG038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVk_6OFmNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/W_fi30UI9HE/s1600-h/IMG036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045550006661388498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVk_6OFmNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/W_fi30UI9HE/s320/IMG036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chilling outside the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVl7qOFmOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/63ee6IPKK7c/s1600-h/IMG044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045551033158572258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVl7qOFmOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/63ee6IPKK7c/s320/IMG044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVmHKOFmPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OmKl8x0mYkM/s1600-h/IMG045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045551230727067890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVmHKOFmPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OmKl8x0mYkM/s320/IMG045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i just want to add this here because that day when i told xinyi that i enjoy talking to her, because she is an intelligent conversation partner, she thought i was suanning her that she's a nerd. Well, actually she is one. But i like discussing with her about all the serious stuff other than plain talking rubbish. Talking with her usually leaves me with more qns than before. I have a lot of qns which no one is able to answer and which i am too lazy to go find out. Well, conversation topics ranged from stuff like homosexuality to the spread of ebola virus, origins of smallpox and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of a more interesting topic would be what's the difference between lesbians and gays, how differently do society view them? Why is it that some people are unable to accept them? Is it because of the inherent law of nature that mating is a must and it is every organism's most innate desire to pass on their genes to the next generation? Do homosexuals conform to society's standards? And if they do, do they they continue with their sexual preferences after marriage. So if gays can still continue with their say, a illicit affairs after marriage and children(eg:brokeback mountain), what abt lesbians? Afterall they are already mothers. The list of qns goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, as i said, today was very very boring. Its saturday and i'm actually at home. Before i die of boredom, xinyi and i went to amk hub and did nothing but just eat and eat there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fortunately daddy rescued us, and brought us to some animal farm at seletar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bird. It was very funny. I spitted, no, wrong word, i blew some water at it with my straw and it became angry and clacked at me. Stupid bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVTG6OFmHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/qxgwA-gPV3s/s1600-h/Photo-0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVTG6OFmHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/qxgwA-gPV3s/s1600-h/Photo-0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045530335711172722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVTG6OFmHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/qxgwA-gPV3s/s320/Photo-0333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; almost bought a rabbit on impulse. Look, they're so cute. Awwwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVroKOFmQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qZM7D4Rt8lU/s1600-h/Photo-0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045557295220889858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVroKOFmQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qZM7D4Rt8lU/s320/Photo-0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tink i want a goat for a pet as well. It has a licky licky tongue which lickily licks you when you feed it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVUcqOFmJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/j7GMKCzVaz8/s1600-h/Photo-0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045531808884955282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVUcqOFmJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/j7GMKCzVaz8/s320/Photo-0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, xinyi and i have decided that we'll open our own farm one day. HAHAHA! Yup, then it will have a lake right in the middle with kayaks and loads and loads of fish. Pple can kayak and fish there. There will be an ice-cream cafe, smth like island creamery which will be galley themed. HA! one of my ambitions is to be a farmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then tonight, I made a few new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA! My neighbours are so darn cute. I tink they've been watching me or smth. They KNOW EVERYTHING i did. Like how i woke up at 3pm, wad time walk chow, wad time go out and stuff. Wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that kns boy who poledanced at the bball court. HAHAHA! He's darn good man, with moans included. Sat there and talk cock, say ghost stories while holding the torchlight at the face, darn retarded. Lol! They're darn good at talking cock, got some yin yang eye shit. HA, then someone suddenly said there'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s a ghost behind, then everybody jumped up and screamed and ran away. The bunch of adults bbqing there must haf thought we're idiots or smth. And wth, i've got like 5 students living there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i dunno how to put those videos up here, dunno abt the embed thingy, ask mfen=com idiot asking another comp idiot. hahha! So just click on the links below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are darn funny. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch this only if you totally dig LOTR like i do, or you're erm.. 18 and above. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aykVT0IenYg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aykVT0IenYg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spiderman parody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3noNv7Suhg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3noNv7Suhg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheeeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-3005375768735471707?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3005375768735471707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=3005375768735471707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3005375768735471707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3005375768735471707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-and-boring-day-today-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RgVjoqOFmLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LmRVK_oEhjk/s72-c/Photo-0531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2908787926616820642</id><published>2007-03-22T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:56:57.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There is nothing special about me, I am just a lil star. I’ve been running and jumping, but barely, Getting, getting over the bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's very inspiring to see someone put their heart and soul into smth they believe in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Therefore you're going to die, welcome to this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Ashleigh Teitel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2908787926616820642?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2908787926616820642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2908787926616820642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2908787926616820642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2908787926616820642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-is-nothing-special-about-me-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-4066361998107770016</id><published>2007-03-20T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T01:08:47.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart is numb and has no feeling, So while I'm still healing, Just try and have a little patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haf always wondered about this thing called passion. I believe that it is the motivation and starter of many things. Great glorious feats, silly stuff and all sorts of things. Another word for passion may be love. After all, what other thing can prompt people to achieve and surpass boundaries or stoop down to silly acts of infatuation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems that when you're alive and flushed with love for something or someone, nothing can stop you. But when that passion wears off, you wouldn't want to even go near it. Weird, really weird. How could smth/someone you love so much that you'd die for turn into nonchalence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just walking along the streets in the dead of the night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping and hoping with all my might,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To catch a glimpse of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To say a hello,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for that's all it matters.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohohoh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For there's only you, only you to bring me out of my shell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All i want of you, of you is just your company.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-4066361998107770016?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4066361998107770016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=4066361998107770016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4066361998107770016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4066361998107770016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-heart-is-numb-and-has-no-feeling-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-7731297401507170687</id><published>2007-03-19T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:25:15.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The very nice song that joei intro-ed and she kept torturing my ears with it and today i'd been listening to the same song for a few hours. Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here, first of all, i would like to thank ms limjoei for the enormous burger treat and for lending me her slippers yesterday though i dunno whether she is being nice by lending me or she wants to try out my painful heels to make her already very nice legs look even nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, it would be mr gohweegin who is so awfully generous and sweet in treating all of us to marche. You better believe it when they say army changes a man. And weegin, even if you really threw away the cake, pls dun let me know, cos' we made that cake till &lt;strong&gt;3:30AM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And oh, the cake container, do return it to me as soon as possible cos the maid kept hounding me for it becoz that's the container she use to store all her tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, whoever that has all the pics that we took from the first gathering after the As till now, pls send it to me. Chups sent all the pics to my gmail which is as dead as dodo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fourthly, today is a very lame day. Instead of kickboxing with 39 girls, it ended up kboxing with zh girls which left me penniless. Literally. I gave my last 25 cents to the busker singing hokkien songs. No! In fact its worse. My ez link card has a deficit of 42 cents and i owe huilin 3 bucks. I had intended to not spend more than 10 dollars today for the plan was to go to east coast to rollerblade and kayak and i had to be back for a family dinner becoz noble just conquered Mt ophir and yeah.... personally, i tink its just err... another mountain. Anyway, i decided, one day, i'll go conquer one mountain myself. Everst?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Siao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fifth, i've decided. Next week will be an all-belong-to-minyi's week. I'm ready to ps the whole world. The past 2-3 weeks had been crazily sticking to a schedule. I'm either working my ass off or meeting up with pple, be it friends or family. From the moment i woke up, there'd be smth on the waiting list to be done. And its waking up at an unearthly hour of 8:30am followed by an entire day's activity till 2am. Contrary to most people's thinking that minyi only plays, well, the thing is, minyi works as hard as she plays. Income for this month is close to 2000, pretty good evidence of work. This month had been pretty good, with loadsa kids failing their CA1s. But then again, let's not get to the spending part. Up till now, i still don't haf a bank account because whenever i'm ready to make a trip to the bank to set up an account, i'd somehow realise that there's nothing for me to put inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All right, back to point, i need a long long break, lots and lots of hours. To just chill out. So i'll just give up the whole tuition thingy, maybe drop a student or 2 and just sit back and watch the world go by for a while. It'll be going for long long walks with chowchow or just walking/cycling aimlessly with my nano, stoning by the reservior, whatever. Or sit on the swing at yishun park and watch aunties kana chased by monkeys. HAHAHA, that day, tuesday i tink, this auntie was carrying loads of grocery bags and the monkeys tailed her all the way. The more she quicken her steps, the faster the monkeys ran. HAHAHA! Absolutely genius, these monkeys. I couldn't stop laughing, it was like watching a comedy. HAHAHA! So funny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, my nano had just been resusitated from its dodo stage after what seemed like an eternity. Just the right timing for my self-declared sabbaticals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nice. It'll begin now. School starts tomolo but i intend to wake up only after pple comes home from school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-7731297401507170687?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7731297401507170687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=7731297401507170687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7731297401507170687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7731297401507170687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-fire-very-nice-song-that-joei-intro.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-4210660649333170528</id><published>2007-03-16T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:06:33.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't really like this post. For I haf no idea wad i'm writing either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes you dunno whether to trust your sixth sense. Sometimes you're reminded of old stuff. Sometimes you dunno what you're fighting for. Sometimes there's a  pretty big difference in public and private. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So they say absence makes the heart fonder. Maybe I shld just disappear for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-4210660649333170528?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4210660649333170528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=4210660649333170528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4210660649333170528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4210660649333170528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-really-like-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2308107783374464435</id><published>2007-03-12T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:06:07.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wheeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went for NUS openhouse with joei. Machiam going to funfair like that. Supposed to go SMU after that but dunno why take wrong bus that went on a tour around singapore and we decided to go home. I tink we pretty much made our decisions as to where we want to go, well, at least for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Campus life= Play= Fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, going to openhouse has made me even more confused over wad i want. My only passion in life is to play. And believe it or not, i tink i sort of know what cca i want to join but not the course i want to study. ggxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup, and thks to lu for helping me to tink abt that mind-boggling question and pei-ing me walk from buddy hoagies to interchange. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2308107783374464435?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2308107783374464435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2308107783374464435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2308107783374464435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2308107783374464435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/wheeeee-went-for-nus-openhouse-with.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-6954715603150922221</id><published>2007-03-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:52:20.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLPkBncEMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/29QcfvoyJIo/s1600-h/Photo-0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040319150797099202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLPkBncEMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/29QcfvoyJIo/s320/Photo-0524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLL5xncEGI/AAAAAAAAARI/UW_G5f9sQqY/s1600-h/Photo-0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040315126412742754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLL5xncEGI/AAAAAAAAARI/UW_G5f9sQqY/s320/Photo-0513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLMbBncEHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RBzGEpTeblY/s1600-h/Photo-0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040315697643393138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLMbBncEHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RBzGEpTeblY/s320/Photo-0510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLNnBncEII/AAAAAAAAARY/epUaguGsN3Q/s1600-h/Photo-0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040317003313451138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLNnBncEII/AAAAAAAAARY/epUaguGsN3Q/s320/Photo-0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLOOBncEJI/AAAAAAAAARg/8AV5z5jem6A/s1600-h/Photo-0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040317673328349330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLOOBncEJI/AAAAAAAAARg/8AV5z5jem6A/s320/Photo-0515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLO4RncEKI/AAAAAAAAARo/_YLNZtxVJas/s1600-h/Photo-0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040318399177822370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLO4RncEKI/AAAAAAAAARo/_YLNZtxVJas/s320/Photo-0521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLPORncELI/AAAAAAAAARw/yb-3UfZp-lo/s1600-h/Photo-0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040318777134944434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLPORncELI/AAAAAAAAARw/yb-3UfZp-lo/s320/Photo-0519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, mfen told me smth that day which made my day. She said i've got long eye lashes. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, during breakfast at peach garden, xinyi thought i had mascara on, when i hadn't. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when i got home, i looked at my eyes in the mirror for a longggg time. Then i had an &lt;strong&gt;epiphany&lt;/strong&gt;. I realised that nobody ain't perfect and beauty is only skin-deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So honey, pls eat more. Coz you're gorgeous and we all love you very much. As the old famous saying goes: "Nobody is perfect". You're SOMEBODY, so stay cheerful. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-6954715603150922221?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6954715603150922221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=6954715603150922221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6954715603150922221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6954715603150922221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-honey-anyway-mfen-told.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RfLPkBncEMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/29QcfvoyJIo/s72-c/Photo-0524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2141909611744975906</id><published>2007-03-08T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:03:39.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POP, there goes my heart again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm at huilin's house now. She say its is the istana. I tink she is shen.... No, i haven't finish the sentence. I tink she is shen jing bing. They refused to admit that minyi is pretty even though they tink so in their hearts. Mfen says there goes my appetite, huilin say she is speechless. Which i dun understand why she manage to say out loud that she is speechless when she is speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't go back to zhonghua. We tried to make a scrapbook. But the only thing i've done is eat, drink and look at the NY yearbook. I shld have gone to NY. There are many more eye-candy material. I tink i've got 3 alr. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They have succeeded in persuading me to cancel tomolo's tuition so i can go sentosa earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've already cancelled almost ALL my tuitions this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2141909611744975906?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2141909611744975906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2141909611744975906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2141909611744975906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2141909611744975906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/pop-there-goes-my-heart-again-im-at.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-8302064459059436695</id><published>2007-03-07T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:17:17.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfecting The Art Of.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039194274800560882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="85" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Re7Qfn-ravI/AAAAAAAAARA/GQuGdea-z6E/s320/stone1.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stoning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If all the lectures in aj that you attended back then in aj had not helped you attain the holy art of stoning, don't fret. You've come to the right place. Below are some sure-proof ways to perfect this sacred art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Sign up for a Final Theory Test lecture that lasts for more than 3 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Get a psychotic looking instructor with really psycho eyes with a fetish for EYE! Mind you, its EYE, not eyes. Careful, or he'd come after you with those EYE! and a creepy smile that makes your eyes want to pop out of your sockets coz you'd wish you had not seen those EYE! Wow, this para here actually rhymes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3&lt;/strong&gt;: Pick an object in the room and focus on it. Now, stare very hard at that object. You can start practising this now. Stare..... Stare very hard and in a few moments, you'll find yourself entering nirvana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For best results, don't bring joei along coz she proves to be a constant distraction. No, I don't mean that she is so hot that she robs my attention away from perfecting the art of stoning. In fact, she is so cold that she keeps chattering her teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL! ok, jking. I'm scared that she'd fall on me with a tray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i tink i'm really losing the mood for blogging. That's why i've been posting and removing and posting and removing again and again. And i'm really getting tired. So here's the events for the coming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; Mfen and huilin suggested that we go back to zhonghua tomolo morning to make a sentimental video for van's bday gift. Tomolo morning which is THURSDAY MORNING IN ZHONGHUA! zomg! how am i going to make it out alive past tana and his wig. Hmm, i wonder if he'd change his wig's hairstyle. Anyway, its such a brilliant suggestion that i secretly wonder how they get so many As. HAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; SENTOSA! Sun, sea, sand, canoe, rollerblade.... everything i love. What can i say?! I've been waiting for a sentosa outing since forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;: Errr, shit, i forgot what i've to do on sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;: Buddy Hoagies with my dearest-est pri sch fren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt; Gym with debbie. Shit, i forgot i've got piano lesson. Probably followed by theory trial test which i'm still waiting for ms lim to call me and book it and its like 11 now. It'd be dance ltr which i've missed aby 5 sessions? HAHA! Shit, mdm ong will kill me. I missed last week's lesson and i hadn't been practising. Hey, not my fault, all right. Blame it on tuition! yeah right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Hmm, still pending but i tink i know how to spend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tata, that's all for now. Goodbye world, remember to drink more water and go jogging. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-8302064459059436695?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8302064459059436695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=8302064459059436695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8302064459059436695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8302064459059436695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Re7Qfn-ravI/AAAAAAAAARA/GQuGdea-z6E/s72-c/stone1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-474581276214957035</id><published>2007-03-07T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:17:59.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bored-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, after zhenyin said that we shldn't delete our posts becoz they're part of our memories, here i am again. Even though i kinda lost the mood to blog. Life is pretty boring too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, wait, actually there is. After mfen just told me that she wants to fall on hot asian guys. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, SENTOSA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, i'm adding this in. After zy agreed wif me that the law faculty prom king is really hot, maybe i'll add in an application to law as well, even though the chances are like zlich. Coz my grades are really shit. And not like the normal kind of shit, more like the lao sai kind, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, from what i just told wf, got a new epiphany. We learn nothing but shit in school. The closest thing to usefulness we learned during econs is when ms tan said we shld invest in china during one tutorial, when i asked ciaai who in turn ask ms tan is it true that we'll get rich by buying the yuan currency before the peg is removed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So basically the main point is that networking is more important. Eg: zy knows all the driving instructors and her dad is gonna teach her. Chances that she will pass the first time round are like 99.99999%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So networking = PLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uni = PLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exciting shit. I tink i shall just focus on resting and building up my stamina to embrace more what else? Play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-474581276214957035?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/474581276214957035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=474581276214957035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/474581276214957035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/474581276214957035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored-ed-okay-after-zhenyin-said-that.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-493090019067690933</id><published>2007-03-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:53:49.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I really hate Ds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This blog is revived. Yes, i am fickle, so what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week had been pretty much hell. I cried so much that i don't even know myself. Problems seemed never ending. Its during the deep, dark lonely nights when you're at a loss and feel soooo lonely that depression sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink that phase has ended. All the thunderstorms, sandstorms, whatever storms had passed and minyi is ready to embark on another journey and face new challenges. Actually, now that i tink of the past week, i'm a little glad. Because during the alone-in-the-crowded-room syndrome, you realised that there are SOME people who REALLY CARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, about the most recent big thing in our lives. When i received my result slip, i don't know whether to laugh or cry. Its more of like a shock. Its only on yesterday and today, when the shock slowly subside and the fact sinks in then i can feel the emotions coming through. All the weaknesses: fear, disappointment, anger, frustration, regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the failure of meeting the personal challenge set for yourself. I like challenges and i met all the challenges i set for myself except for that one big bad bloody subject. Yes, I may not be good nor am i interested in chinese. Neither did i study very hard for it, BUT I DID STUDIED it during the As. Perhaps its a case of too little too late, but i remembered working hard for it. I couldn't help but think that if i had taken another subj instead, what would have happened. Maybe another subject taught by another teacher whom i feel i couldn't let down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, even if they wouldn't see this, i'd really want to thank Mr Cheng, Mdm Ng, Ms Tan and Mr Yeo from the bottom of my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My aunts and family apparently tink that i did well enough to warrant a celebration and gave me presents. Xinyi was really sweet, yes i'm praising you not only because you're probably going to read this. She stuck pink heartshapes all over the mirror in my room and got me a card and a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all these kindness and love, i don't know whether to laugh or cry. Everything is suppressed inside. I still felt like a loser. Its only yesterday when my parents don't allow me to do waitressing and we quarelled followed by a long talk with them then i realised that life ain't all about results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That piece of paper is merely a passport to greater stuff. Its other things that matter. Hell, i'm not even sure if my dad passed his psle. Hahaha. Nobody can ever know who's gonna be the ultimate victor in life. You may get all As then got knocked down by a car cos' you got too drunk after all the celebration. Okay, this offers little consolation but yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also figured that some people, some things are not worth me crying over and over again. I figured that anything that comes my way, just Whack it! This formula always works, Just Whack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who have done really well, my god, huilin got straight As and my dear valentine mfen, Hahha, sorry didn't reply your msg, was too depressed yesterday. I haven't congragulate you yet. My God, you GENIUS, 6 distinctions! No wonder you owned all of us at mahjong. I should really start playing more mahjong to make myself smarter. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, there are so so so many choices, so many decisions to be made now. Its all very confusing. And i know i don't want to make another mistake in choosing as i had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-493090019067690933?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/493090019067690933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=493090019067690933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/493090019067690933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/493090019067690933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-blog-is-revived.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-3477503548462900720</id><published>2007-02-26T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:50:30.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For all the times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just a facade. Everything is just like one big show. So go away, just go away. This blog is dead. Don't ever come back again. I'm tired of everything. I'm tired of getting hurt. Whatever you put in, no matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, you're not gonna get it back. So why bother at all in the first place for everything?I'm just a goddamn fool. I'm going to just delete all my emails and all the msgs in my hp that i'd kept over the years as a reminder of happy stuff, sad stuff, mistakes i made, encouragements and what-not. Because they're memories. Because they're an indelible part of me. Because i treasure them so much. But i'm just an idiot, a moron, and a stupid one at that. So just leave and don't show me your leaving back. My heart is dead. This blog is dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-3477503548462900720?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3477503548462900720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=3477503548462900720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3477503548462900720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3477503548462900720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/outright-rejection-everything-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-835248686172567868</id><published>2007-02-25T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:08:38.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The clinic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just got back, feeling quite high now, so get ready for a long talk cock post. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's begin with where we stop off in the damn boring life of minyi. Wed and thurs are work days. So yeah, tuition, tuition, tuition. Even though its only 4hrs a day, i'm bored outta my skull. You know, i've gotta endure 2 hrs of tuition from pri sch to sec then to jc level. And now after As, i still got to endure tuition. wtf! And i'm now in a dilema, shld i take up another 2 students living at the shaughnessy? It means an additional 5 hrs per week, but also an additional 5oo bucks a month and the only transport required is 2 mins of walking from my house.&lt;br /&gt;I need a bank job too, following the advice of aunt shin if i want to join as an MA in the future. So pple, any lobang, pls tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, motto: Work hard, Play hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And zy, i'm currently at the stage of play hard now, so no news. Wait for me to progress to the latter stage first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup then friday, went to book the FTT with joei. Hahaha, we stupidly dunno wad we are paying for and got enrolled at the yck driving centre. LOL! And for the record, i'm learning maunal driving! Wah, so smart. Yeah right, i'm just following limjoei, and i seriously hope i won't regret it ltr. Imagine fail 7 times. Wahhahha, so loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to practise driving and gear changing, we shld daytona more often. Oh eh, we still got abt 5 bucks in the timezone card. Air hockey!!! i haven't thrash you yet. WAHA! Watched a damn funny movie ltr. HAHAHAHA! Yup, then come back and that girl ar, refused to give up until she knows how does a PDL looks like. Ha, then talk cock till abt midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went for a really short run. To assuage my guilt over the countless pineapple tarts, cake and all the steamboats. Missed the shuttle bus. What's new? I seriously hate having a time restriction slapped upon me. And i got so stressed out cos' i'm meeting weifang and i'm terribly afraid that i'll be late. Fortunately daddy dropped me off at the mrt and wf was late. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met wf at vivo. Wah lau, go there really waste money sia. The movie timings all not right.And spent TWELVE bucks on sweets from candy empire. wth! i thought they cost like 5 or at the very most 6 bucks. The worst part was, i went to vivo cos' i thought the family dinner was at vivo. Then last minute tell me the reservation was at ngee ann city. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met isa at orchard. She's the real ren yao, no fight, just listen to her voice. LOL! Watched hannibal rising. Wah, i'm covering my face half the time during the bloody scene. Anyway, i tink cannibalism is totally derogatory. Its beastly, even to tink of eating your own kind. Ok, i shall not go into that. It'll become a lit essay. Oh by the way, wf, can lend me your hannibal book on mon? Hahha. Thks girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet the big family for dinner at taka to celebrate ren ri or smth. Was late, the movie's fault. And Orchard was so damn crowded, what with the chingay going on. Its like warzone. I had to battle my way from lido to taka. And my mum kept pressing me to hurry, but dun tell me which restaurant i'm supposed to go to. Fortunately, minyi is very smart and she wisely made her way to crystal jade palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, there's only one restaurant they'll go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, i love lauing the yu-sheng man, so fun! Wheee, tomolo, lauing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, anyway supposed to meet up with the girls to watch fireworks at esplanade. LOL! so funny, i was late for everything today. Was to meet lin for her ultra late dinner at raffles city, but i was so late that she finished her dinner when i reached there. Sharon came, and at nine when the fireworks went off, we were at the cityhall toilet. LOL! Only mfen saw the fireworks and she called if we saw it. LOL! the only thing in sight at 9 was toilet bowls. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went the river angpow thingy or smth. Yeah, pretty cool. Like never heard of it before, then sorta remembered vaguely that i've been there eons ago. Then there's the damn cheat money dart throwing game. Shld haf spent it on more snowice instead. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to clarke quay to chill out after that over a magarita coffee. Fortunately mfen brought slippers for me, or i tink i wouldn't haf survived after all those walking on my new heels. Whatever can i do without my valentine?!&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;(ps: cos' she's the only one crazy enough to stay up to read this post now at 3.30am. LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, I almost totally freaked out just now man. LOL! It was like midnight when we reached clarke quay and yeah, judging from the location and timing, i'd probably get skinned alive if my parents knew. They were waiting up for me cos' i dun haf the house keys and the maid has slept. So they called and i said i was chilling out at joei's place. HAHA! Darn close shave, i thought everything is fine alr. THEN 20mins ltr, my dad called and said, "eh, walk over and get the house keys from me NOW" so he can dun wait up. I almost got an instant heart attack! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How am i going to teleport myself to appear within 3 mins?! As if i'm harry potter, can apparate at will. Wth, i never had a set of house keys before, i tink its seriously tink its time to make one. Anyway, thanks to some imba mystery forces at work, i survived! Wahahha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really love having joei as my neighbour. HAHA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home with sharon after that. Whew, the high is wearing off, and i'm starting to feel real tired now. Wth! I've got to wake up like 5hrs ltr to accompany the family to some temple then its swim, steamboat and majong! Wheeee! I'll bet 10 bucks that we'll all be late tomorrow. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gdnight folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! Before i forgot this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest the clique, yh will be back on the 26th and leave for shanghai on the 3rd, (that lucky dud who's travelling around the world) which is the day before our reunion gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HOW NOW????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-835248686172567868?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/835248686172567868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=835248686172567868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/835248686172567868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/835248686172567868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/clinic-just-got-back-feeling-quite-high.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-7821278721724012243</id><published>2007-02-23T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:39:45.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So wad now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, i don't know if it is better to know instead of not knowing at all, or knowing subtly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, knowing everything hurts. Sometimes knowing everything makes you feel better. I just don't know whether to know or not to know. But then again, you weren't given the chance to choose to know or not to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, so why is it always you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me how to quit you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-7821278721724012243?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7821278721724012243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=7821278721724012243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7821278721724012243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7821278721724012243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-wad-now-sometimes-i-dont-know-if-it.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-6740034886912128061</id><published>2007-02-21T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:14:15.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85 cents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dinner was at that coolio place again. Phyllis Quek was eating at the table beside us and my mom and aunties were sooooo discreet at gossiping. My sis is so cool. She gives herself additional cny holiday from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Oh, and instead of a hundred i had hoped to make, i only won 85 cents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, 85 cents' better nothing. You can do a lot with 85 cents, yall know. You can buy 3 nuggets wif it. Or you can enter a public toilet eight and a half times. You can also print abt 20 pages of gp notes. No, dun do that. That'd really be a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't mind giving you a kiss for 85 cents too. You might get a discount if you're good-looking. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reply to tags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lucia: I'll treat you to a mcdonals ice-cream cone when i won another hundred. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fen: Talk cock, sing song, play majong, I'm ALWAYS ready! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chups &amp;amp; zy: You'll see another triple seven from me when you're the banker. HAHA! And when is our cny gathering??? Whenever i lao the yusheng, i always thought of the time we guys lao it, crying 4As out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joei: friday? hahha, i'm still waiting for your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-6740034886912128061?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6740034886912128061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=6740034886912128061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6740034886912128061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6740034886912128061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/dinner-was-at-that-coolio-place-again.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2634278580201996203</id><published>2007-02-20T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T02:06:38.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Triple Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only reason i am blogging now, is because i scored a TRIPLE SEVEN tonight during ban luck. HAHAHAH! It pays SEVEN fold. The probability of getting a TRIPLE SEVEN is 0.000177. HAHAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But stupid minyi only betted 2 bucks so......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, life these 3 days is EAT, PLAY, REST, ie, SLEEP, EAT, PLAY, EAT, PLAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wah, its really like schedule man. So hectic. Everytime i manage to get an hour's rest, i just slept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to mommy's frens house. I tink my mom very cool. There's a few whom she knew since pri sch and there's one she had known since kindergarthen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i tink i'm really perfecting the art of stoning. During all the various home visits where pple are too shy to suggest gambling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, as our teachers have always told us about the importance of goal setting, minyi has decided to be obedient and set a goal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOAL: Win two hundred bucks by tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far its only a hundred, so there's still another hundred to go. Okay, to end off, i shall use zhenyin's favourite phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUAT AR!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2634278580201996203?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2634278580201996203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2634278580201996203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2634278580201996203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2634278580201996203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/triple-seven-only-reason-i-am-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-3170243960244900980</id><published>2007-02-17T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:51:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We passed BTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHHAHA! I am so happy! I seriously think i got FULL MARKS! No sweat, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, joei came over and we mugged for a bit. Pokemon spirit. LOL, anyway, listen to the pokemon song and watch the video below. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XxI-hvPRRA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XxI-hvPRRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next bit, wahlau. It was raining then the roads were all wet and stuff. So as we walked from the driving school to the MRT, some idiotic lorry driver charged ahead on the road and SPLASHED all the DIRTY STINKY road water on to MY ENTIRE BODY. Ms Lim joei who was walking beside me, in the position nearest the road, ie the lorry with the idiotic driver, in the truest and most gallant way a friend could ever act, had already saw what was coming, so she at the speed of lightning, siamed and turned around and hid behind me. So i was walking and talking at the same time, with mouth agape then before i knew it, someone was behind me and i'm covered in water. I can now very proudly tell you that lonkang water tastes salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA, it was quite funny, tinking of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ms lim, I'm missing you already. No, not the way you so expertly siamed. Ha, we haven't celebrate yet. Dun zhong se qing you, k?! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup anyway, met up with mfen, lin and van after that for dinner then protege. That show ended so abruptly, i was still sitting/lying there waiting for it to continue. Then there's the rat eating the corpse scene, my god, its so scary, i was like covering my face with my hands. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee! Its Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means the next few days will be PLAY, PLAY and PLAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes! Good! And since MAYBE the As results will be out this coming fri, i might consider cancelling all my tuitions for the next whole week to give myself a warm-up period leading to THE DAY. Wahlao, i haven't play enough yet. I still haven't go to sentosa, eastcoast theme park, wildwildwet and xinyi went ice-skating with her friends yesterday and she said its damn fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i've already like cancel so many times of tuition alr. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help! I'm stuck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reunion dinner at crystal jade ltr. I prefer going to like some ah ma or some old old relative house for dinner la. You can like watch tv, and play ban luck then pause, dinner, then resume watching &amp; playing again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, GREAT news, my mom is persuaded to buy the ultimate pack for the cable tv. This means, i'm gonna haf ALL the channels on cable to myself. Wahahahha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, on second thoughts, maybe i shld just heck care and cancel all tuitions next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhh, i'm hungry, i shall go hunt for some food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait, there's the lana chocolate cake from greenwood in the fridge. Okay, i'm busy now. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-3170243960244900980?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3170243960244900980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=3170243960244900980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3170243960244900980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3170243960244900980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-passed-btt-ahahahhahhaha-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-6011686012005855745</id><published>2007-02-16T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T14:19:59.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Slam! Wham! Bamm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got so sick yesterday that i went to sleep at 8pm. First time man, i've only slept at 8am before but never at 8pm. Anyway, i was introduced to this website by a very talented and enterprising friend of mine who decided to bestow her talents upon mankind with her wondorous creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RdVATeeOzEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WOzT9IRxwTU/s1600-h/earings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031998861997952066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RdVATeeOzEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WOzT9IRxwTU/s320/earings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAF YOU SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE?????!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is the &lt;strong&gt;MOST GORGEOUS PAIR OF EARINGS&lt;/strong&gt; i've ever seen! When i saw this, it's like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAM&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; a blow to the chest (in a good way)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And as its name (Bold and Beautiful) suggests, this is worn by only the bold and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's more! this pair of earings is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HANDMADE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The designer of this pair of earings, ie. the person who picked all the tiny trinkets, the spare parts of this pair of earing must be an absolutely talented fashion guru! How else, OH MY!, How else is she able to create such a marvellous wonder of mankind?! After deeper analsis, it can be concluded that the designer must be drop-dead gorgeous and very very sexy. I can go on and on about this attractive character that designed this pair of earings, but there are other superb creations as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So what are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;a href="www.littleladyparadise.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Little Lady Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The paradise of sophisticated ladies where your obsession with innovative designs is fed and your every whim and fancy is satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-6011686012005855745?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6011686012005855745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=6011686012005855745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6011686012005855745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6011686012005855745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/slam-wham-bamm-i-got-so-sick-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RdVATeeOzEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WOzT9IRxwTU/s72-c/earings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-3926101540172052967</id><published>2007-02-15T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:04:18.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Real Valentine Day Celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole point of me blogging now tells you a lot. If i'm able to sit here and type this means that no hot guys/girls ask me out. Well, if i'm dated, do you tink i'll sit here and tell you abt it?! Okay, to save my skin, i went out to celebrate with 2 very very hot girls. Trust me, they are so hot they'll reach boiling points. Yeah, you know like the boiling points they show on mtv? Okay, jking, jking. They're HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, ain't no loving on vday, so how now brown cow? I finally decided to drop my play-hard-to-get game becoz i desperately needed some tender loving care. Met 2 hot babes who looked so very different wif their new hairstyles. So its dinner, movie and neoprints. I tink we're getting better at taking neoprints.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, by the way, before i forgot, chups, if you're going for kick-boxing, i'm on! But no more jurong entertainment centre pls. Go somewhere where at the very least they haf some hotties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup anyway, haf you wondered why i met up wif ONLY 2 hot chicks for Singles Meeting Session(SMS). Because someone was so busy dating that she gave me my vday present LATE. 5 mins after valentine day. *sobs *angst *bangs head against wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eh, you owe me dinner ar. After BTT on fri! Ha, by the way, i'm not gg back to zhonghua on fri, &lt;strong&gt;COS SOME PPLE DUN WANT TO TAKE LEAVE&lt;/strong&gt; so no more tomyam.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this friday, damnit, BTT!! I haven't touched it since the last mugging session with joei. I was still hoping to score full marks for it. Yes, i WANT full marks, not just a pass. A pass is way too noob for me. I am going to attempt the impossible. But then again as adidas always tells us, impossible is nothing, so by doing nothing, ie. not studying, full marks is just within my grasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My nose is fricking blocked as i typed this. Okay, today is thursday day=work day=monotonous day=boring-est day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It'll be gym, bathe, tuition, supermkt with mom,sleep, tuition, sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zzzzzzzzz......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-3926101540172052967?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3926101540172052967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=3926101540172052967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3926101540172052967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3926101540172052967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/real-valentine-day-celebration-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-1860355930448582776</id><published>2007-02-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:37:51.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine Day celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pre-Valentine day celebration with the lians. I was late and I ended up being the earliest. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i sat and waited at some plant thingy there at the orchard mrt. Guess what? A few seconds later, lots of fillipino maids came and sat around me, waiting for their fellow fillipino frens. So minyi was stuck between a whole row of fillipino maids and i couldn't and dunch wanna move cos' i was lugging 4 heavy cookie jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this moment, i remembered yi hsuan told me that i looked like a fillipino or from myanmar wadever. See la, yh, your words haf such a great impact on me! Wah lau, so the crowd thronging through the doors of orchard mrt at like few hundred/hr probably thought i was one of the fillipino maids waiting for her fellow fillipino frens. You girls can call me maria instead of minnie alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that huilin ar, she seemed to haf mastered my art of displacement timing. Tsk tsk, told me 10 mins, but ended up arriving 30 mins ltr with van and fen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i like mfen's gift a lot. AHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the fine print and look at esp the last part! I'm Intelligent! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rc8ptueOzDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CHbtQB0zK14/s1600-h/vday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030285174341815346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rc8ptueOzDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CHbtQB0zK14/s320/vday+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her handwriting ar, forever like print one. Forgot issit gavin lee say one. Ha! Anyway, one day, ONE DAY, I will achieve that! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i like everyone's presents, in fact i'm eating van's present as i typed this now.Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please like my gift. I stayed up till like 3am last night to decorate the glass thingy and spent the whole sunday morning to bake the cookies. Note the word MORNING! HAHHA, and if the heart shape a bit ugly, nvm la, cos' you haven't seen the original ones. And i fail art one. Lol! And the cookies, lol, its like total failure man. I threw away the first 2 batches and 1 batch got really burnt and smoke was poofing out of the oven cos i forgot about it. Too engrossed watching CSI. HA, but they're D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S, ok! lin just told me that her mom is snatching her cookies. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i tink i'll get that lamp thingy for xinyi for vday. Its going to cost me 200 bucks though. yikes! But i haf even thought of the tagline to go with it. "you're the light of my life" Erm, that's a going to be a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. HAHAH! That scaredy cat watched some anime abt ghosts last nite and got so frightened that she force herself into my bed at like 3 plus. I said &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;, but before i knew it, her pillows and bolsters and blanket alr took up my entire bed. Coward, anime ghosts is like cartoon ghost which is like casper. Casper scary meh?! Then that stupid chow chow tink its very fun and keep whimpering and whining, wanting to sleep on the bed. So ended up having 3 fatty bom boms on my tiny little bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh, i tink i need to get my fatty bom bom into the gym. I can feel the pizza just now clogging up my arteries! No more excuses, minyi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a person trains once, nothing happens. When a person forces himself to do a thing a hundred or a thousand times, then he certainly has developed in more ways than physical. Is it raining? That doesn't matter. Am I tired? That doesn't matter, either. Then willpower will be no problem." Steve Prefontaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next week is damn packed. Everyday is like chokful of stuff except for one day. This makes me even sadder because that day is wednesday which is valentines day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha, ok, gotta run. Much stuff tomolo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-1860355930448582776?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1860355930448582776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=1860355930448582776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1860355930448582776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1860355930448582776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-day-celebration-pre-valentine.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rc8ptueOzDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CHbtQB0zK14/s72-c/vday+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5750851783105357240</id><published>2007-02-10T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:55:37.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MO- PHO -SIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shopping trip with joei yesterday. Bought hell loads of stuff, well, actually not a lot but dunno why like end up very broke. I still owe her money man, hahha, i tink i shall avoid her for a few months until she forgot that i owe her. Ahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is so fun. Okay, I shall put shopping with joei is so fun. Urgh, i'm going to puke now! Save me, save me! Ha, ok, jking. But yeah, its really retail therapy, wash away all the emo-ness. And oh, yi hsuan, we got a little present for you. Hahha, are you very touched?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway shopped ard and got quite tired. And that retard keep going into shops just to sit on their sofas or stuff. Hahha, finally went to starbucks to rest and tok cock a while. But little did we know, the real test of limits was behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet, mom, grandma and generally the rest of the family at far east flora at ard 8 plus to buy cny flowers. So took the train then bus 106 at toa payoh interchange and dunno go where. Ended up somewhere in thompson, lost! Like stranded in the middle of nowhere. Its damn scary, there're like forests everywhere, and its DARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to xinyi, we were lost for abt 2 hrs. A bit loser, but then its joei who led the way, so.... Lol! Seriously, put 2 idiots together and the result is a cataclysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried calling for help, but the directions my dad gave was slightly better than not saying anything. Well,give him credit for trying. HA, He suggested taking a taxi. Minyi thought that was a mighty good idea, but lim joei insisted that we shld PERSIST and WALK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked and walked and.... you got it, walked! Its like some ironman trialton, man. Can you imagine, holding 4/5 bags of shopping, walking beside forests on heels?! Lol, but its quite fun though, like embarking on some adventure. I tink i was delirious by then, dunno what i was talking and laughing at. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being the pro and pretty dudettes we are, we finally reached our destination! Wheeee, thank you, thank you! I tink we were awfully tired by then, sort of like drifting away... Come on, we walked for like more than 10 hrs non-stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to WAIT for the bus to go home and my god sia, wait for like eternity. Just wait till i get my license! Yup, then went Macs to ta-pao dinner/supper whatever, its like mid-night alr and the bus ride home, HAHAHA, unforgettable sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw 804 at the traffic light and we were like 3517358521 miles away from the bus-stop, so we RAN like mad to the bus-stop. Then the bus was FULL, so it just cruised past us. Diao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wad seemed like a life-time of adventure, we could finally haf our cheeseburgers and nuggets at her rooftop under the stars. "Best meal of my life"-joei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't agree more. HAHHHAHHA! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5750851783105357240?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5750851783105357240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5750851783105357240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5750851783105357240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5750851783105357240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-4076710569116729740</id><published>2007-02-08T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:15:51.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bored-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i am feeling a little emo and very bored now so i tink that i shall just cancel all my tuitions today and go find smth to play with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ikea ltr, i hope! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-4076710569116729740?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4076710569116729740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=4076710569116729740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4076710569116729740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4076710569116729740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/bored-ed-anyway-i-am-feeling-little-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-4431263607554589282</id><published>2007-02-06T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:15:51.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It seems, It seems. That I can't shake those memories. I wonder if you feel the same way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tink we'll all end up being stupid at some point of our lives for some period of time. It's as if you became irrational and you lose sight of your goals and throw yourself headlong passionately into some things doomed to fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I read my old diaries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too bo liao alr. hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, i wish we could choose to do things differently all over again. Or at least don't let our hearts rule our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-4431263607554589282?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4431263607554589282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=4431263607554589282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4431263607554589282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4431263607554589282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-seems-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-6115394141667985689</id><published>2007-02-04T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:57:16.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ole Ole Ole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore WON the cup! Wheeeee, i'm so proud of singapore. I love s'pore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The equaliser by amri was damn funny. The whole stadium went silent and the 3 defenders and the goalie looked damn stunned. Waha. Support for s'pore is like pathetic. Like only abt 10 supporters while the whole stadium is filled with thais. And the refree, Wah lau, kayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thonklang shld get a red card for that headbutt and for that shoving. Instead s'pore got a yellow card for wasting time. Wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neverthless, we're the champions. Yes! I luv S'pore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-6115394141667985689?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6115394141667985689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=6115394141667985689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6115394141667985689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6115394141667985689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/02/ole-ole-ole-singapore-won-cup-wheeeee_04.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-3018725906021128371</id><published>2007-02-03T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:49:03.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High School Never Ends - Bowling For Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fstateoftheark.altervista.org%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FBowling%20for%20soup%20-%20high%20school%20never%20ends.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four years you think for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's all you've got to endure&lt;br /&gt;All the total dicks, All the stuck up chicks&lt;br /&gt;So superficial, so immature&lt;br /&gt;Then when you graduate&lt;br /&gt;You take a look around and you say HEY WAIT&lt;br /&gt;This is the same as where I just came from&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was over&lt;br /&gt;Aw that's just great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn world is just as obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,&lt;br /&gt;Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,&lt;br /&gt;Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess&lt;br /&gt;And you still don't have the right look&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have the right friends&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends&lt;br /&gt;High school never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the popular kids&lt;br /&gt;You'll never guess what Jessica did&lt;br /&gt;How did Mary Kate lose all that weight&lt;br /&gt;And Katie had a baby so I guess Tom's straight&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing that matters&lt;br /&gt;Is climbing up that social ladder&lt;br /&gt;Still care about your hair and the car you drive&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if you're sixteen or thirty-five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese Witherspoon,&lt;br /&gt;She's the prom queen&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates,&lt;br /&gt;Captain of the chess team&lt;br /&gt;Jack Black, the clown&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt, the quarterback&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all before&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn world is just as obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,&lt;br /&gt;Who's in the clubs and who's on the drugs,&lt;br /&gt;Who's throwing up before they digest&lt;br /&gt;And you still don't have the right look&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have the right friends&lt;br /&gt;And you're still listen to the same shit you did back then&lt;br /&gt;High school never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn world is just as obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,&lt;br /&gt;Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,&lt;br /&gt;Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't have the right look&lt;br /&gt;And I still have the same three friends&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty much the same as I was back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school never ends&lt;br /&gt;High school never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img 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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-16558823.post-7743418204561358698</id><published>2007-01-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:32:05.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallo, i love you darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-7743418204561358698?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7743418204561358698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=7743418204561358698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7743418204561358698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7743418204561358698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/littlest-things-hahaha-pineapple-tarts.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-4023273526770579886</id><published>2007-01-27T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T02:22:52.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Littlest things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rby0GTg65UI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ExsfJHvAIOc/s1600-h/Photo-0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025089304649196866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rby0GTg65UI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ExsfJHvAIOc/s320/Photo-0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahaha, the pineapple tarts get better with each try. Nice! Wheeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we played bball and the see-saw and my butt is like all orh-che now, but that's not the main point. There is this super cute golden retriever which lived at the see-saw and it ran out of the house to ME and wanted me to scratch it. Its so cutteee. Then it sat beside me and listen to us talk. Awwww... I think i want to get a golden retriever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i tink i will go resume my piano lessons after like just now. Vanda play damn pro then xinyi told me she thought the music was playing from a cd until she heard my 'the moon represent my heart' and she wants to vomit blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there's the when everybody hears that song the entire neighbourhood will know minyi is playing the piano cos' i only know that song other than my exam pieces. Wth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE!! i shall go resume my piano lesson this very week! Now i don't know if i shld continue with grade 7 or just learn nice songs for fun. This is so confusing. Ahhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mfen, heard abt your dad. Cheer up girl. Be strong. We'll always be there for you. Anytime. Anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our first show of support will be a box of delicious pineapple tarts inscribed with your name. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shall try baking pandan chiffon and sugi/almond cookies next and you shall be the first to try them! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sluuurrrppppp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RbterTg65TI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mzCEplvVXMI/s1600-h/brownies+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024713907327657266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RbterTg65TI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mzCEplvVXMI/s320/brownies+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were inspired by nigella and baked this from scratch. Used the wrong kind of flour though. HAHAHA, but it still taste fab! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thick gooey hot fudge oozing on a crispy top crust with thick chunks of chips between layers of cakey fudgy brownie. Yummmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You haven't tasted heaven until you tried this. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a busy week. All right, its spongebob now, followed by fairly odd parents. So gotta run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-4023273526770579886?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4023273526770579886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=4023273526770579886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4023273526770579886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4023273526770579886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-were-inspired-by-nigella-and-baked.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Rby0GTg65UI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ExsfJHvAIOc/s72-c/Photo-0463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-3139703477019996721</id><published>2007-01-22T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T01:19:45.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maybe just a little letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went vivo with yh and chups to meet isa then lunch. Eh, girls, i've got a very serious qn. Heart to heart talk, ok? The qn is: Do i really look ang moh or look like i'm from myanmmar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to save up for plastic surgery sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ice-cream ltr. Ben &amp;amp; Jerry was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i mention before? One of my ambitions is to be an ice-cream scooper. Waha! Went with huilin the other time to interview at hagen daz, we got in, but the pay wasn't attractive. But then again, gotta fulfill our ambitions. I wanna be a waitress too. Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wth, that huilin ar, i just talked to her for 1 hr plus and she didn't tell me about the guy who asked her out for lunch. I found out only when my spy (= told me abt it. And that guy is like____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! I'm not going to let her forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, went for dance after that. Tink joei quite pissed off. Waha, sorry dudette! *loves (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is really sadifying. I lost the pair of heels i bought like 2 hrs ago at vivo. I starting to believe that i'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, feeling emo now, and to stop boring you with the nitty gritty details of my life, here's some intellectual stimulating epiphanies i had on love and relationships and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink relationships are really tricky and complicated stuff. We may not always get the outcome we desire no matter how hard we try or change for that one person. Wouldn't it be nice if everyone can just hit off on the right note and live happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But feelings are sometimes really hard to fathom in this labrynith nature of the adult world. You don't know if someone do smth purely out of love for you or just to make themselves look better. There is always that element of doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are inherently of an extremely volatile and unpredictable nature. You'd go to sleep with full conviction of how much you love that person and when you wake up, you'd wish to see that person immediately. But who knows what will happen ltr on in the night? You may have met someone you thought is much better, more attractive and interesting and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to comparison. There will always be someone who is much better, hotter, more charming etc... So how can we guarantee that we are able to love someone truly and fully? Love is a game and it takes two hands to clap. It requires effort from both sides to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink true love is when you really love that person for who he/she is. You know that all that person's embarrasing stuff and their flaws and you'd tink that their embarrasing actions are cute and their flaws made them humane. That person would seem to you the most beautiful person both inside and outside and you can never get enough of him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that love, i meant it for love for everything, between lovers and frens and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love and isn't it better to have loved and lost then never love before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just too much to say about love and someday, somehow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm tired. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-3139703477019996721?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3139703477019996721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=3139703477019996721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3139703477019996721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/3139703477019996721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-vivo-with-yh-and-chups-to-meet-isa.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-6149516920938051808</id><published>2007-01-21T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:09:10.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.&lt;br /&gt;You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Fun Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/fun-friend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the one who keeps your group laughingAnd you've always got an idea for something fun to doThe party's not complete without youAnd you wouldn't miss it for the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another baking session wif joei yesterday. This time the pineapple tarts turned out really well. YAY! Erm...except for the ones we tried to use red dye with. HAHA. Made a few with our names. They're so cool and i couldn't bear to eat them. Then this afternoon when i woke up, they're gone. Like POOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad ate them up! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, then we watched liverpool vs chelsea together and the reds won! Wheee! Watched psycho next. Pls dun be fooled by joei. She is darn cowardly. HA. Then talk cock til abt 3am when her mom called. I tink her mom very pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, lucia cycled over. Wheeee, that was so cool. She tried one pineapple tart and wanted the WHOLE bottle. Also, she said " VERY NICE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happifying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh lu, ask your mother to buy!((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to aunt shin's house at bt timah and dinner at this pretty cool place. I ate a damn lot of fattening food this week la. Alamak, gotta go run run run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is nicely planned. Great, its work and play at the same time. Yup, now i'm working 8 hrs a week for abt a thousand monthly. I'm pretty satisfied with the amt of work and money earned. No point earning more and not having time to play. Plus i won't spend any cent on adult fare and i'll eat everything the maid cooked. Wheeee, nice nice planning. Got to think of more plans next to work less and earn more. Waha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i wanna watch pan's labrynith. Any takers? (ps: joei, pls dun work so hard) Oh oh, and i discovered smth new to play with. Prawn fishing and longkang fishing!! But the last time i was there, longkang fishing is a bit kiddish. So prawn fishing! Wheeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yh's msg is 4 sentences long. 2 sentences are "pls dun be late".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-6149516920938051808?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6149516920938051808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=6149516920938051808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6149516920938051808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6149516920938051808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-are-fun-friend-youre-one-who-keeps.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-4583099734331724216</id><published>2007-01-20T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T14:15:38.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zzz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, we can practice the art of self-delusion very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Much too well, i'd say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-4583099734331724216?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4583099734331724216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=4583099734331724216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4583099734331724216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4583099734331724216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/zzz-sometimes-we-can-practice-art-of.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-1247855915212130930</id><published>2007-01-19T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T04:42:39.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry me a longkang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can never understand the obsession for idols. Like how some pple can go crazy over some pop stars and queue for autographs and stuff. I can understand idolising yourself but idolising someone else is... different. Its going to take a lot more to earn that respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, i'll start a club to idolise myself. Join the bearbear club. You'll get a bear bear chop on your hand. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for record's sake, almost everyone i know save for a few incorrigible ones began working this week. This is really a blow. I'm rendered dateless for this and next week. Life will gonna be so fricking boring when you've got nothing serious to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mfen suggested shift lunches for me, just like how waitresses work shifts. I work lunches, except that i don't get paid and will probably end up in town feasting in kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I autually miss chionging tutorials and stoning/copying blindly during lectures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poor little sod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Was i in your mind as you had been today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-1247855915212130930?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1247855915212130930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=1247855915212130930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1247855915212130930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/1247855915212130930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/cry-me-longkang-i-can-never-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5944807440755163445</id><published>2007-01-18T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T02:29:55.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 3 frens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm having a sugar rush and took too much steriods today so get ready to listen to me talk cock in this unusually long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, abt talking cock, i shld blog a bit about my tutee cos' that's what i've been mostly talking to her. She's called sylvia and she has these really fat cheeks that made her look so damn cute. I feel like pinching them everytime i see her. Tutoring is pretty cool. We draw cute beautiful mindmaps together with colour pens and markers then draw a few animals like elephants and pigs here and there, cos' we're learning smth like that. Speaking of pigs reminds me of pork and somehow reminds me of joei. If you're curious why, well, like DUH, dun ask the obvious. Just look at her face. LOL, ok peace. Oh yah, then we'll talk about her cca and wad did she dreamt of yesterday or the mealworms she brought home. Cool yeah? I remembered i used to get daddy to catch lizards for me for some zoology badge shit or smth. Anyway, i tink tutoring is quite fun, just mainly talking crap and solving math qns. Yah man, my favourite hobbies. And the best part, i'm getting my dad to drive me to tuition and pick me up 11/2hr ltr so i dun need to spend on adult fare. Oh yah, speaking of this, when i told my most brillant fren isa that i got tuition today, she msged back, " why you so kiasu go tuition alr, now only january, not july wad" She thought i'm going for tution AFTER my As in preparation for uni. My god sia, you mean go uni still need tuition ar?! She's really smart. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really smart too. I pissed my mom off this noon. Okay, its my fault. I'm a big sucker at prioritising stuff. I'm supposed to spend quality time of abt 2 hrs with her and daddy at the supermarket. Then i ended up calling fish and co to reserve a table and the fucked up reception made me call a dozen times. Then chups called so i continued to talk to her. 5 mins ltr, isa called and i continued talking, this time for really quite long. Okay, so i talked for 2 hrs to everyone except them then i've got to leave, yeah, that's pretty much on how smart i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, celebrated yi hsuan's bday at glass house. Wow, happy bday girl and get well soon. Don't fall sick during holidays and stop acting tall la. Ha. I can never understand how to fall sick during holidays, i mean i can only get sick when there's SCHOOL. So generally, i'm pretty healthy on other occasions. I can jolly well predict that the next time i fall sick will be sometime in july. I think there is some inborn mechanism working within me. And that pearlyn and wf and zy left damn early, wth la, my parents have more life than me man. They went out when i got home which is like abt 10 plus only. Can we like chill out more. Work really robs life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't get like another 7 months break again so pple, just chill. Okay, maybe i'm the only one who ain't serious about life. I don't know, i'm not even sure about the definition of life. I don't really care about stuff, i just wanna be happy-go-lucky and keep things simple and laughable and just not anything serious. Being serious sucks cos' the feelings you invested in will only get you heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live each day as it is, you know, just go out and talk crap and haf fun. I can't imagine myself sitting in front of a desk working for more than 5 hrs a day. I can't even stand sitting down watching the tv alone for more than 2hrs. I'll probably switch bet 20 channels for a few dozen times and still can't watch a show alone. I think there are people out there who are really smart, like you know, totally imba. I think my lil' sis is smart. She never studies and still score full marks. Like WTH! My mom is really biased in gene formation. Where was i? Yeah, there are pple who are really smart out there, but i'm like the kind who goes "WHOAH" all the time at other pple. I'd go Whoah at other pple's grades, at other pple's jobs; like how do you manage to find the tenacity to actually work 240hrs for 1000 bucks or 'Whoah' at the willpower of some pple in their relentless pursuit of their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i'm contented to just cycle around on the streets in the evening and explore every nook and cranny of yishun. Hey man, i grew up here and i love this place. Or when its raining, just go out in my red crocs with chowchow, holding that big red umbrella and we'll race each other and get wet and muddy together. This is what i really think life is about. Its about the people and stuff around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really too short to leave things hanging. So, why wait for that special occasion to tell someone how much they really mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's minyi's utmost appreciation to all her frens.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, how shld i start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you've been thru ggxx (gao gao xing xing) times, screwed up times, laughed like siao together, played damn hard together, well, then its you. thanks (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5944807440755163445?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5944807440755163445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5944807440755163445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5944807440755163445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5944807440755163445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/box-of-cadbrury-in-front-of-me-is.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-415191981981067025</id><published>2007-01-16T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:43:17.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kueh salah salah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;whatever will be will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am very proud of myself. Cos' today, i basically sat in my room and lunge at the mosquitoes flying around. For the record, i managed a GRAND total of 2. Fab, huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday was the first dance lesson thingy. Went wif joei, wf and her fren. Its pretty cool. The teacher's muscles were like WOW! Its like Toned wif a capital T. That shall be my goal, waha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh where was i? Yup, the dance was fun. "We were very amused by ourselves." Ha, i tell you, the stretching was horrible. I thought i was going to either fracture my ten toes or sprain my back. Ha, then this morning when i woke up, i'm like aching all over and i've got bruises all over my knees, toes and butt. Solution: sleep the whole day. Wheeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, came back from the dance thingy then joei and i continued practicing in my room. Ha, next week can act seh alr. Wheeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhh, my hp is out of batt. And seriously, organising stuff is damn troublesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All right, here's wishing yi hsuan an early happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're really getting older liao. Ha, in fact you're one of the oldest friend i have. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ps: weifang, i was a little shocked when i saw your tag. Nah, nothing to do wif you. I misread wf as wtf. HA! Your initals can be a bit vulgar when seen wrongly. Just imagine if your mom had given you a middle name like tessa between w and f. HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-415191981981067025?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/415191981981067025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=415191981981067025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/415191981981067025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/415191981981067025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby-yes-its-you-im-calling-and-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-8993903375816538546</id><published>2007-01-14T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:57:28.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minemp Solutions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moulding young minds, Shaping futures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey yall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested in earning up to $40/hr or do you simply have a passion for teaching??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit www.minemp.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-8993903375816538546?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8993903375816538546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=8993903375816538546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8993903375816538546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8993903375816538546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/minemp-solutions-moulding-young-minds.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-6223012776759322553</id><published>2007-01-14T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:40:22.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wheeeee~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is so exciting. I couldn't sleep. My heart palpitates every time i thought about it. I can't stop thinking about it. Yes! Oh yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-6223012776759322553?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6223012776759322553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=6223012776759322553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6223012776759322553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6223012776759322553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/wheeeee-this-is-so-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-4586501939899125405</id><published>2007-01-13T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:41:14.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Bangs, She Bangs, She Bangs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to celebrate sharon and tina's bday today. I thought it was at night la, then its like so early in the morning. Overslept :x oh yah, sorry i'm late, got a bit lost at the mrt station again. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, went for k-box with THE LIANS! hahha, along with geraldine, zhiqi and tina. Got damn high, everybody started jumping on the couches and singing and dancing. WAHAHA! Tina filmed us and wth, i'm like in the centre of all the videos. Ha. Oh, and really please please please, don't post those videos on youtube. I still want to get married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup, then orchard and dinner. Orchard is really getting boring. Oh, oh oh, and guess who i saw at orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wee Gin with his Botak head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Raji1lJTkSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Jms1GloeVFc/s1600-h/Photo-0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019511194836504866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Raji1lJTkSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Jms1GloeVFc/s320/Photo-0449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His head feels so prickly.&lt;br /&gt;No, i did not bump into him, actually we had a secret rendezvous together. Are you very jealous now, zy?? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, there's smth funny, but i can't write here.Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reply to tags&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;geri: hahha, nice song rite?! eh, geri, put a tagboard on your blog leh. I want to tag you!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;zy: ha, you mean the 'i want to*beep you' song ar. HA, tis the american version. And oei, our pineapple tarts are damn nice la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;joei: i &lt;3 &lt;3 you!(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-4586501939899125405?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4586501939899125405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=4586501939899125405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4586501939899125405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4586501939899125405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-bangs-she-bangs-she-bangs-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Raji1lJTkSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Jms1GloeVFc/s72-c/Photo-0449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2450980592496573635</id><published>2007-01-12T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:14:02.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I know that its a wonderful world from the sky down to the sea, but I can only see when you're here, here with me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GYM today then went to buy the dance attire thingy. I love the shuttle bus service. Transport is free. WAHAHAHAHA! Then we came back to MAKE pineapple tarts.(=&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Today is so fun.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaeZzFJTkII/AAAAAAAAANQ/zZbiqdCE8mg/s1600-h/Baking+pineapple+tarts+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019149412561293442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaeZzFJTkII/AAAAAAAAANQ/zZbiqdCE8mg/s320/Baking+pineapple+tarts+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Making the dough is really tough. It requires loads and loads of arm strength as well as abs power. Cos' i laughed till my stomach hurts. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaecK1JTkKI/AAAAAAAAANg/JgfztoCApy4/s1600-h/Baking+pineapple+tarts+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019152019606442146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaecK1JTkKI/AAAAAAAAANg/JgfztoCApy4/s320/Baking+pineapple+tarts+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Retarded!! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;(joei is sooo pretty.not.) HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaebG1JTkJI/AAAAAAAAANY/fMqC3FyIO3g/s1600-h/Baking+pineapple+tarts+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019150851375337618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaebG1JTkJI/AAAAAAAAANY/fMqC3FyIO3g/s320/Baking+pineapple+tarts+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Photowhoring while waiting for the pineapple tarts to bake. My god, limjoei is sooooo narcissistic. Really, i'm not the vain-est one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaeXGVJTkHI/AAAAAAAAANI/1ydxKyuLBs8/s1600-h/Baking+pineapple+tarts+(;+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019146444738891890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaeXGVJTkHI/AAAAAAAAANI/1ydxKyuLBs8/s320/Baking+pineapple+tarts+(%3B+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaedzlJTkLI/AAAAAAAAANo/6gwp8YQeB4w/s1600-h/Baking+pineapple+tarts+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019153819197739186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaedzlJTkLI/AAAAAAAAANo/6gwp8YQeB4w/s320/Baking+pineapple+tarts+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our Pineapple tarts. They're so beautiful. Haha. Look, we've the star shape one, the smiley faces, the egg-yolk ones, the wontons, the pyramid, the ass-shape one,hahha, my cube dice, HA, and the heart shape for joei. Ahhh, i gave you my heart and you ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Raef4lJTkMI/AAAAAAAAANw/T2OTvkrhvfY/s1600-h/Baking+pineapple+tarts+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019156104120340674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Raef4lJTkMI/AAAAAAAAANw/T2OTvkrhvfY/s320/Baking+pineapple+tarts+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most gorgeous and creative pineapple tarts ever made. Pop one into your mouth and you will discover that every bite is filled with a flavourful burst of home-made wholesome goodness and pineapple juice. Sweet tasting and scrumptious pineapple filling enclosed tenderly within fluffy pastry crust, then painstakingly oven-baked to utmost perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaegdVJTkNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2Gt629YClSI/s1600-h/Baking+pineapple+tarts+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019156735480533202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaegdVJTkNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2Gt629YClSI/s320/Baking+pineapple+tarts+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at my turtle on top. HAHA! It has a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is called Ninja-turtle. Hwoah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And my bald snowman pineapple tart below. The head dropped off while baking. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Raeh6lJTkOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YoUvNjl_lGU/s1600-h/Baking+pineapple+tarts+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019158337503334626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/Raeh6lJTkOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YoUvNjl_lGU/s320/Baking+pineapple+tarts+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our pineapple tarts are really really really delicious. Everyone who tried it thinks that they're almost near perfection. A bunch of adults (pls ignore the fact that they're our parents and our constant practice of self-delusion) tinks that they're wonderful. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE, even we're amazed that the pineapple tarts taste so great. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaeiY1JTkPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/gkkogyt-B38/s1600-h/Baking+pineapple+tarts+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019158857194377458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaeiY1JTkPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/gkkogyt-B38/s320/Baking+pineapple+tarts+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look, jumintha thinks they're fatabulous too!&lt;/span&gt; LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaejJFJTkQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2n8vVtPeVUM/s1600-h/Baking+pineapple+tarts+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019159686123065602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaejJFJTkQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2n8vVtPeVUM/s320/Baking+pineapple+tarts+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what are you waiting for??? Call/email/tag now for a batch of our innovative, piping-hot pineapple tarts. Serve them to your relatives and friends during the coming chinese new year and watch their open-jaw reactions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (not necessarily in a good way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaekOVJTkRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GwqoHqRZbJY/s1600-h/Baking+pineapple+tarts+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019160875829006610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaekOVJTkRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GwqoHqRZbJY/s320/Baking+pineapple+tarts+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2450980592496573635?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2450980592496573635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2450980592496573635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2450980592496573635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2450980592496573635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-i-know-that-its-wonderful-world.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RaeZzFJTkII/AAAAAAAAANQ/zZbiqdCE8mg/s72-c/Baking+pineapple+tarts+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5613741639399406278</id><published>2007-01-11T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:10:20.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit. Sometimes I just want to hide 'cause it's you I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hallooo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up when my sis came home from sch. This is but one of the many beauties of life. A breakdown of my favourite pasttimes this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Sleeping on my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Sleeping on the yellow sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Sleeping on the white sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Sleeping on the couch in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lovely, that's what i lived for each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, that's not the point. Smth funny happened this noon. Xinyi and i just had lunch and we were eating fruits watching this show on mtv. It was quite hilarious. Then this guy, he HAD to puke out all the vegemite he swallowed followed by this woman who HAD to swallow one goldfish bowl of stinky fishy water ALONG with the goldfish in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tell you, we puked out all our lunch on the floor. Yes, literally, stuff came out of our mouths together in unison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA, i just thought this was pretty funny. Lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5613741639399406278?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5613741639399406278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5613741639399406278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5613741639399406278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5613741639399406278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-days-i-feel-broke-inside-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-4162680540969549861</id><published>2007-01-08T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:58:33.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chee Chee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's the name of chowchow's husband and someone told me i'm going to have granddogs. HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday: We pushed lucia into the pool. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: GYM wif joei&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Meet mfen &amp;amp; the girls for to look for jobs (i figured this is the only way i look hardworking but not working at all:) Then met weifang for the dance school thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised quite a lot of people say the same thing today. But hallo, i'm not going to seduce any indian brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, i'm not going out for the next two weeks, just to recover from the trauma of adult fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, i've simply no idea how a hundred bucks disappeared in 3 days. Well, if you ignore the clothes bought, but it still doesn't make sense. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-4162680540969549861?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4162680540969549861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=4162680540969549861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4162680540969549861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4162680540969549861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/saturday-we-pushed-lucia-into-pool.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-6315402978482990513</id><published>2007-01-04T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T00:52:44.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Piece of Pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIMJOEI FARTS IN THE GYM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loud and clear and smelly and in full blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lol, actually i ain't sure abt the smelly part, hell, did you think i'd stick around to smell it?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HA, but if you are really interested in finding out abt the smell, take a deep breath now..... yes, inhale as deeply as you can, cos' she just farted on my blog and ran away.(look at tag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;retarded, lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, today was good exercise, wah, i feel so super fit after all the running and lifting. I like the feel of the muscles aching, it feels so good. Ha, but i got so tired after that that when i got home, i fell asleep straight away, without bathing first. WAHA! and by the time i woke up, i was late by 1hr for some job interview. Ha, nvm, meeting huiling tomolo to try to make myself useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh oh, and after i woke up, i went to buy my new bicycle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A spanking smashing cool dude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheeeeee, more road trips baby. And i got this extra basket to put chowchow into it, so i can drive her around. Hahaha, i'm so going to try that out tomolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All right, i gotta sleep again. Gd nite! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-6315402978482990513?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6315402978482990513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=6315402978482990513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6315402978482990513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6315402978482990513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/piece-of-pork-limjoei-farts-in-gym-loud.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5798629351383531457</id><published>2007-01-01T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:56:16.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HaPpY NeW yEaR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you call..&lt;br /&gt;..the 31st December?&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the 30th December?&lt;br /&gt;The Eve of New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the 29th December?&lt;br /&gt;The Eve of The Eve of New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the 28th December?&lt;br /&gt;The Eve of The Eve of The Eve of New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the 27th December?&lt;br /&gt;The Eve of The Eve of The Eve of The Eve of New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the 26th December?&lt;br /&gt;The Eve of The Eve of The Eve of The Eve of The Eve of New Year's Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hell no - that's Boxing Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ok, i know its a bit retarded. Anyway, Happy New Year, yall. (: Yesterday, i had a pretty boring new year eve's day, well, until vanda, huilin, mingfen and sharon came over for the countdown. Ha, another countdown, but was mighty fun yesterday. Went to the rooftop to play wif sparklers and some pple were shouting the countdown and we sort of shout along with them. They sort of see the fireworks in the distance but i missed it la. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with sparklers along the pool, along with joei. Ha, her house damn happening. Anyway, went back talk cock, eat junk and dance. Ha, we played all the songs in the laptop and err... dance. Got pretty hungry and we finished all the food that could be finished, which is quite A LOT. So went to cook instant noodles. Yeah, my first meal of 2007 - Abalone instant noodles with egg cooked by me, mfen and sharon. What a perfect start. Ha, got quite high after eating, toking gibberish and laughing at nothing. Quite retarded. ha. Oh yah, dunno who started on Mr keong la, wth, for the whole night his face and the way he sang the chinese new year song kept popping up in my mind. *shudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty crashed now. Tink i slept less than what i had during the As this week. I WANT SLEEP! But some reviews about the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'06 had been a rather hectic one. The whole year rushed pass in a flurry and i don't remember having any time to really slow down to catch a breath. I am glad to have met people who can click well together, renew old ties and know more pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC presents a window of opportunities and a backdoor of regrets. The whole system demands a lot from us and i think i demanded more from myself in '06. I set loftier goals and attempted to work on them. But this meant more and greater disappointments as well. Sometimes i would just feel like kicking myself for not going one step further in doing what i had dreamed of. I looked at the various juniors and i wondered how they'd feel 1 yr down the road. Would they have dared to dream further than what we had. And have we dared to embrace the future as our seniors have did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things which i hadn't the courage to do and i wondered what it'd have been if i had gone for it. But there isn't really any point for any regrets. I remembered ms chan once said that there shldn't be any regrets in our life because at that point of time when we made our decisions, it was the best decision to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, believe it or not, JC had been self-discovery and pretty enlightening. I saw and experienced things i've never gone thru before. And i survived them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years on, i can finally pat myself on my back and tell myself i have been there and done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veni, Vidi, Vici&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5798629351383531457?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5798629351383531457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5798629351383531457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5798629351383531457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5798629351383531457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-do-you-call.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-665758878878992111</id><published>2006-12-30T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:36:39.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X'mas party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39/05 kinda late x'mas party yesterday. Wheeee, thanks for all the presents.(: Oh yah, isa, you and your stupid letter. Ok, quite heart-warming. HAHA, eh, your mother got say want to divorce me meh? HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, went to get the foodstuffs with joei for the steamboat. Yup, everybody came except that chups. That girl ar, always MIA. I thought that l'oreal boyfriend thing is true, they made it sound like so damn exciting and funny. HAHA, the guy with the JB accent. LOL! I totally believe it, then its like all made up. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday was pretty fun, yup, at least we all meet up. Many thanks to yi hsuan for organising it. I can't imagine a few yrs down the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Erm, no particular reference to anything, but sometimes i feel a little sad that everyone is drifting apart. Like pple whom you are very close with a few months ago can suddenly become cold and look like they'd rather be somewhere else. But i figured that this is all part and parcel of life or perhaps things weren't really what had you thought to be all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ha, wth with all the emo-ing! Yup, then yh and weifang sleepover and joei, erm.. half sleepover? Let me tell you smth. WEIFANG SNORES VERY LOUDLY WHEN SHE SLEEPS! HAHAHA! We got very high listening to her snore. Haha, i laughed till stomach pain. Damn funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But after a while, i had to cover my ears to be able to sleep. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had breakfast at northpoint. Saw a poser ((: LOL! Yup, after that they went off and i thought why not embark on some mini adventure. Wheeee, i decided to walk home all the way from northpoint. I don't know the way home, i mean i have not taken 804 not even once back yet, but then there's that chinese phrase: The boat comes to the bridge head, everything will be straight. Yes, powerful chinese saying, so i just walk and walk and wheeee, i finally walked home. I stopped by yishun park and played on the swing for a while. Ha, a bit loserish, but its fun. yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got lost a bit but actually the distance's quite short. I took abt one half hr only. You know, i spoke of walking all the way to AJ before, maybe i'll do it one day. HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went for family dinner just now with aunt bee and noble. That git, keep showing off his 6 pecs (like whatever)and keeping forcing me to play maple. He forced my mom to allow him to come over all the way to my house so he can just set up a maple account for me. -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahh, i'm so sleepy now. I've slept like only 5hrs in the past 24hrs. But wait, i'm so not going to sleep yet. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm going to slay dragons, rescue damsels and save the world now. Wheeee.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-665758878878992111?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/665758878878992111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=665758878878992111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/665758878878992111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/665758878878992111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-party-3905-kinda-late-xmas-party.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2378861853708580685</id><published>2006-12-28T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:39:36.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hallo, are you the one i'm waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for job interviews yesterday with huilin. Ha, first time sia. I feel soooo grown up now. Anyway, one of the qn asked was to list one of your weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, so i said erm.." One of my greatest weaknesses is that i tend to be too much of a perfectionist. I desire the best results and would like things to be completed in the most perfect way ever and this may lead to waste of time etc..etc... I can be too principled at times too and would tend to stick to my ideals and argue my case if i feel i'm right. But of course, teamwork is extremely crucial so i'm receptive to to the views of others as well and...etc...etc..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god la, i'm like a more perfectly bo-chup kind of person. Like totally crap my way thru, tink got 3/4 stuff are erm... partial truths. WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an extremely lonnnggg lunch after that cos' we realised that we are like so very free. Hopped over to mango at wisma to visit vanda. She looked so darn surprised. HAHAHA! We bought some stuff. Alamak, i already spent more than erm... even before i started earning anything. Haha, but seriously, how can you resist a sale, esp when she said she will help us reserve the stuff till the discounts reach the highest point which is like very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet huilin today again, but i'm so sleepy. *yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, shall go look for some exciting stuff to do now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2378861853708580685?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2378861853708580685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2378861853708580685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2378861853708580685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2378861853708580685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/hallo-are-you-one-im-waiting-for-went.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2606855122640553850</id><published>2006-12-25T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:14:45.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church for the baptism of jaden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_n2rPsAaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VJCPI-Jy2k8/s1600-h/christmas+2006+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012479836794126754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_n2rPsAaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VJCPI-Jy2k8/s320/christmas+2006+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! I look so motherly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_nBrPsAZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lxwbQOfeTPs/s1600-h/christmas+2006+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012478926261059986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_nBrPsAZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lxwbQOfeTPs/s320/christmas+2006+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_oTbPsAbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AxbRW3I05FA/s1600-h/christmas+2006+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012480330715365810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_oTbPsAbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AxbRW3I05FA/s320/christmas+2006+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, darn idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_ow7PsAcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/44nQSUMd96M/s1600-h/christmas+2006+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012480837521506754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_ow7PsAcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/44nQSUMd96M/s320/christmas+2006+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas food all from bakerzinn. Oh, fat fat fat. I had two helpings of almost everything, except the salad. Even though mommy tried to make me eat it, but i succeeded in avoiding it. Was in a carnivorous mood. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_pP7PsAdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1UnJzQeO560/s1600-h/christmas+2006+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012481370097451474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_pP7PsAdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1UnJzQeO560/s320/christmas+2006+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_qeLPsAfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JwhTVJIGlkE/s1600-h/christmas+2006+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012482714422215154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_qeLPsAfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JwhTVJIGlkE/s320/christmas+2006+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye &amp; me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's a bballer. Cool, more pple to play wif next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_prLPsAeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/76xriysfiFg/s1600-h/christmas+2006+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012481838248886754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_prLPsAeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/76xriysfiFg/s320/christmas+2006+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my mommmmyyyyy &amp; shrek =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_rsbPsAhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xkT2_Bm-EHc/s1600-h/christmas+2006+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012484058746978834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_rsbPsAhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xkT2_Bm-EHc/s320/christmas+2006+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_sZLPsAiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/91vxTpfMnuw/s1600-h/christmas+2006+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012484827546124834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_sZLPsAiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/91vxTpfMnuw/s320/christmas+2006+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another idotic pic. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_tl7PsAkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lG8TZeImtPI/s1600-h/christmas+2006+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012486146101084738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_tl7PsAkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lG8TZeImtPI/s320/christmas+2006+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only ALL these are mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_s5bPsAjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CBcT7uAgC5g/s1600-h/christmas+2006+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012485381596906034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_s5bPsAjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CBcT7uAgC5g/s320/christmas+2006+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these are MINE!!! WAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_y8bPsAlI/AAAAAAAAALc/l2C8Pqh2LQg/s1600-h/christmas+2006+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012492030206280274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_y8bPsAlI/AAAAAAAAALc/l2C8Pqh2LQg/s320/christmas+2006+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I lurve christmas. I lurrvvve all my family and friends too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spread the love, cheers to all. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2606855122640553850?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2606855122640553850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2606855122640553850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2606855122640553850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2606855122640553850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-day-went-to-church-for.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_n2rPsAaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VJCPI-Jy2k8/s72-c/christmas+2006+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-8429215661110368451</id><published>2006-12-25T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:34:01.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS EVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and went to town for breakfast. Went to collect some chocolate cake thingy from Marriott and last minute shopping for presents. Town is so packed. And I tink the Christmas tree at Marriott is nicer than the one outside paragon and the one in taka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to meet vanda, huilin, mfen &amp; sharon at the bus-stop. And I really mean rush back and they made me wait for them at the busstop in the rain for half an hour!&lt;br /&gt;KNS!*#$%@&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bus stop. Frigging god, I almost couldn’t find it, made me panic. Its more like a bus post or bus stand sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like ages in the rain, the party can finally be started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, huilin didn’t manage to exact her ‘revenge’. Cos’ I am so smart. (actually no link, but I like this phrase) HAHA! That girl told me on the phone we’re gonna watch pirates of the Caribbean. Cos’ I pangsehed them watching the movie AND I SWEAR I DIDN’T KNOW THEY WAITED FOR ME, so I tink I pangsehed a 2nd time and watch it on my own, and now she went all the way out to rent the POC dvd just for tonite. See, dun offend her, but since its her and with her lousy memory, she forgot to bring it. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; sharon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_9yLPsAnI/AAAAAAAAALw/e8sZET7-nwA/s1600-h/zhss+christmas+party+2006+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012503948740526706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_9yLPsAnI/AAAAAAAAALw/e8sZET7-nwA/s320/zhss+christmas+party+2006+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;van &amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_9drPsAmI/AAAAAAAAALo/jIyxGvs6Wus/s1600-h/zhss+christmas+party+2006+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012503596553208418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_9drPsAmI/AAAAAAAAALo/jIyxGvs6Wus/s320/zhss+christmas+party+2006+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There shall be no more pics of me cos' i look damn fugly that night. We shall haf the most gorgeous dog on earth instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing daidee on chow's back. HAHAHA! That silly old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RZAALLPsArI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jvLTZIGYtHI/s1600-h/zhss+christmas+party+2006+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012506577260511922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RZAALLPsArI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jvLTZIGYtHI/s320/zhss+christmas+party+2006+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haf you see anything as cuttteeee as this?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chow &amp; mumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RZAAvbPsAsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xdeX87AdQYk/s1600-h/zhss+christmas+party+2006+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012507200030769858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RZAAvbPsAsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xdeX87AdQYk/s320/zhss+christmas+party+2006+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Room-Warming Present. WAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RZABGbPsAtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ug-hVOzrEes/s1600-h/zhss+christmas+party+2006+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012507595167761106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RZABGbPsAtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ug-hVOzrEes/s320/zhss+christmas+party+2006+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Played secret santa and got mfen's christmas present. Some pack of chocs &amp;amp; sweets from candy empire, which she said she got it at the risk of her life. HA! Oh, and a hand-made christmas card from her, which is like so awfully sweet. I got the BIGGEST one. YAY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We tried to play with some sparklers at midnight to welcome christmas but the whistling was damn loud. ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, overall, Christmas eve was fun. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-8429215661110368451?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8429215661110368451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=8429215661110368451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8429215661110368451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8429215661110368451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve-woke-up-and-went-to-town.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RY_9yLPsAnI/AAAAAAAAALw/e8sZET7-nwA/s72-c/zhss+christmas+party+2006+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5696971960273116093</id><published>2006-12-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T21:28:13.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aching all over. But today's a happy day. =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5696971960273116093?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5696971960273116093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5696971960273116093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5696971960273116093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5696971960273116093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-6992704661606129509</id><published>2006-12-23T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:35:44.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheeee...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the eat-dumplings festival today. My whole big family came over for dinner and yeah its pretty cool, i like the noisy atmosphere of everyone chattering and eating and laughter and the tv playing loudly. After that everyone went to watch curse of the golden flower. Wah like damn on, first time so many family members watch a movie together.&lt;br /&gt;The show's errr, guess its okay, and the massive display of clevage is haha, erm.. rather distracting. I tink the moral of the story is hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Haha, so don't trifle with women. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, wow, finally saw limjoei, who is now the resident lian. HA. She walked over to my house at erm, around midnight? then sort of talk cock in my room. Wah, her math damn pro. Tink she made my sis lose whatever little intellectual respect she has for me. Waha. Then we got hungry and went to her house to raid her kitchen. Ha, damn funny. I was pretty scared her mom would wake up and saw me and scream or smth. Brought loadsa junk food back to my place and load on the calories. Played with some tarot cards thingy and yeah, i tink my future looks very bleak. After some "astute" interpretation, it is predicted that i'll gonna be dumped by my first bf. Damn sad sia. HAHA, wait, but not if i dump him first. Ha, ok, joking. Then around dawn, we went to the rooftop and sat on the swing, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sunrise. But err..., got sun and clouds just no sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of it now, yeah, its pretty fun . It'd be great if everyone could live just beside each other and crap every other night. I guess it'd be smth like that living in a hostel? I hope i'll get to live in the hostel maybe for a few days a week or until the laundry pile gets too high. Sheesh, i really hope i can get into uni. I can't wait to begin the next chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewwwww, i tink my hair stinks a little. I got all sweaty and dirty playing bball just now but i can't wash my hair cos' i just rebonded it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata, gg to play neopets now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-6992704661606129509?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6992704661606129509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=6992704661606129509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6992704661606129509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/6992704661606129509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/wheeee.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-525560154686632427</id><published>2006-12-20T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T02:36:08.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nerds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RYkch7PsAWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/q6Ls8P8unmg/s1600-h/min+and+lu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010567429591138658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RYkch7PsAWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/q6Ls8P8unmg/s320/min+and+lu.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My fellow cheapo mate who knows me terribly well, who loves to bully me, who is so nice to wait with me for my bus to come before going home herself and who really believes she is a pig. HAHAHA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RYkexLPsAXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QsZuqJytjzU/s1600-h/nerd+minyi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010569890607399282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RYkexLPsAXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QsZuqJytjzU/s320/nerd+minyi.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my new nerd glasses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sexxaayyy... =DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL! and lu, i mean it. Let's run/cycle from our houses then meet halfway in the middle and wave before running back again. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All right, now abt today, woke up at abt 2pm, and wow, the sun's finally out after 3 rainy gloomy days. But the rain's been pretty fun, xinyi and i were fighting in the rain with umbrellas yesterday night on our way home, trying to push each other into the pool. haha, damn funny. Well, after waking up, went rollerblading around the compound, explore the area a bit then went for a swim and suntan a bit. I tink i'm a teeny weeny bit darker. =D Came back and have some breakfast which is at about 4.30pm? Haha, cos' its my first meal of the day. Wheee!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do want to go out and meet the girls today but its grandma's bday. Xinyi and i are buying smth for her, a cup, i guess. Hmm, dunno, xinyi bought it, i haven't really see it yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All right, going out with the whole big family for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-525560154686632427?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/525560154686632427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=525560154686632427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/525560154686632427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/525560154686632427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/nerds-333-my-fellow-cheapo-mate-who.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RYkch7PsAWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/q6Ls8P8unmg/s72-c/min+and+lu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5281483600135090008</id><published>2006-12-18T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:50:47.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last night here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the smallest place i've ever lived in and its also where most of my frens haf come to. Its the place where i mugged for the As and where i spent one of the best years in my life. Its the place where i've undergone pretty much changes in life.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in my opinion, '06 is one tough year and i grew up pretty much during this time. My thinking sorta change as i meet new pple, heard new stuff, go thru new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many issues to tink about. I still don't haf a passion for one thing. Anything. i tink that you must haf a passion for smth then you can really throw yourself, mind, body and soul into it, work for it then see it to a victorious end. I like the feeling of really getting into smth and really living and breathing it. But i still couldn't find it. Yeah, and adam khoo said that you got to love the job you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, reading his book now. I figured that working for 5/6 bucks an hour isn't really well, erm... efficient. I mean surely there must be ways to earn more and and, i dunno, working as an administrator or saleswoman sounds pretty boring to me. I mean, yes, it'd be fun for maybe a few days or a few weeks, but i couldn't imagine doing that for a few months. I would be bored out of my mind. The job's not risky nor challenging, you dun need any brains, and you're just like a machine, helping the boss, lining his pockets, while he's probably sun-tanning away. I mean, why earn the profits for someone else when you're the one who's slogging your guts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i've got a lot of qns, loads of stuff to tink about. I'm still at chp 1 but i hope i can find some answers to them. Anyway, i had a weird dream last night. Its about someone, yeah, just between me and this person and there were some old issues, continued from some time back. I sorta dreamt then woke up and continued wif the dream and it got wilder and wilder. The funny thing was, in my dream, i knew this wasn't true and i told myself this is a dream, but i kinda hope that thing that happened, those sms-es were true in real life. Whatever am i talking about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old june got me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dunno what i want for christmas. Got presents for all my cousins and xinyi bought hers alr the other day. All except me. I tink its because i've got too many stuff on my christmas wishlist. I thought there might be smth at the mango sale, but got there too late and its like a war torn area. Got to ask vanda for lobang, she's working there and i tink its damn cool. And i heard, dunno from who, zara won't have a christmas sale. Boo-hoo. Everybody seemed to be working nowadays and wf just told me she's working wif pearlyn at some cafe like playing pizza mania kind of game. Haha, dunno wat she's talking about, but I tink that is pretty cool too. I want a cooolll job too, preferably high-paying as well. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuuush, and can you believe it?? I used 3 boxes of tissu for my flu today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, gotta sleep now. A busy day awaits tomolo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5281483600135090008?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5281483600135090008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5281483600135090008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5281483600135090008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5281483600135090008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-this-will-be-my-last-night-here.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-7387171397549791989</id><published>2006-12-14T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:30:46.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bananas in pyjamas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got lost at Dohby Gaut MRT station today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know, loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a cukoo at directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish my salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanda: MINYI!!! RABBITS IN AFRICA ARE STARVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. Huilin's msg woke me at 10 AM. I slept 4 hrs less than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, BYE-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-7387171397549791989?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7387171397549791989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=7387171397549791989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7387171397549791989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/7387171397549791989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/bananas-in-pyjamas-i-got-lost-at-dohby.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-4796065947523100605</id><published>2006-12-10T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:47:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prom was pretty hot stuff, well yep, my 2nd and probably the last one. The only sad thing was, i tink, i did not manage to take a pic wif cheng. But overall, it was pretty fun. I'll try to post as many pics as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seemed to have pose for a lot of pics but not a lot were in my cam so if i've got any pics wif you, send me, send me!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;39-ers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvDWsFLnEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s5dtiBho3C0/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006810205309869122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvDWsFLnEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s5dtiBho3C0/s320/Prom+and+bday+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me and mingna...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;why are my eyes so smallll??? I want bigger eyeessss!!!&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvCs8FLnDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kjyPY3yyOUw/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006809488050330674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvCs8FLnDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kjyPY3yyOUw/s320/Prom+and+bday+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like this pic a lot, tink its the nicest pic we took together that nite. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXqBvcFLnCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZC4agGfb2DY/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006456587767487522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXqBvcFLnCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZC4agGfb2DY/s320/Prom+and+bday+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me and zy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXqBd8FLnBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/koVQYimEbXQ/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006456287119776786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXqBd8FLnBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/koVQYimEbXQ/s320/Prom+and+bday+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANDID!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXqA-cFLnAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/A4hXuuY3pe4/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006455745953897474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXqA-cFLnAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/A4hXuuY3pe4/s320/Prom+and+bday+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-4796065947523100605?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4796065947523100605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=4796065947523100605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4796065947523100605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4796065947523100605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/prom-prom-was-pretty-hot-stuff-well-yep.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvDWsFLnEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s5dtiBho3C0/s72-c/Prom+and+bday+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-8913478557903006040</id><published>2006-12-10T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:24:19.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and selina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvQ-cFLnHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PBBO8JpYXvQ/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006825181860830322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvQ-cFLnHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PBBO8JpYXvQ/s320/Prom+and+bday+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geri and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She look so pretty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXqAbcFLm_I/AAAAAAAAADE/-u1GwDocyXc/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006455144658476018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXqAbcFLm_I/AAAAAAAAADE/-u1GwDocyXc/s320/Prom+and+bday+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jiamein and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She look so pretty too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp_1sFLm9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/VBX211fZ7e4/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006454496118414290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp_1sFLm9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/VBX211fZ7e4/s320/Prom+and+bday+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and jolyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all look so pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp_jcFLm8I/AAAAAAAAACs/32uW8zFz1yQ/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006454182585801666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp_jcFLm8I/AAAAAAAAACs/32uW8zFz1yQ/s320/Prom+and+bday+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;junkai and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp_ScFLm7I/AAAAAAAAACk/6wJGm-RR9x8/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006453890528025522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp_ScFLm7I/AAAAAAAAACk/6wJGm-RR9x8/s320/Prom+and+bday+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Debbie, me and huilin&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly recognise them. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i just realise i know so many huilins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp-_sFLm6I/AAAAAAAAACc/kd8DuOxDjJo/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006453568405478306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp-_sFLm6I/AAAAAAAAACc/kd8DuOxDjJo/s320/Prom+and+bday+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grp pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp94sFLm5I/AAAAAAAAACU/P6SYwG6dbes/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006452348634766226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp94sFLm5I/AAAAAAAAACU/P6SYwG6dbes/s320/Prom+and+bday+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geri and i were posing with wee gin before he leaves for tekong and zy wanting to protect her bf, butts in suddenly. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvUJsFLnLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PcvJME95t8Y/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006828673669242034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvUJsFLnLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PcvJME95t8Y/s320/Prom+and+bday+140.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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But in our hearts, well, or at least in mine, i tink they're the prom king and queen of that night. See, how Royal they look. And i've never seen wee gin looking better than tonight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvSVcFLnJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ocxe652xj-U/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006826676509449362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvSVcFLnJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ocxe652xj-U/s320/Prom+and+bday+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp9BsFLm3I/AAAAAAAAACE/mzuAgzRxlrI/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006451403741961074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp9BsFLm3I/AAAAAAAAACE/mzuAgzRxlrI/s320/Prom+and+bday+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39-ers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp8zsFLm2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/zv_h5ceGKUU/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006451163223792482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp8zsFLm2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/zv_h5ceGKUU/s320/Prom+and+bday+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-8913478557903006040?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8913478557903006040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=8913478557903006040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8913478557903006040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8913478557903006040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-and-selina-geri-and-me-she-look-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvQ-cFLnHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PBBO8JpYXvQ/s72-c/Prom+and+bday+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-8009892358699943620</id><published>2006-12-10T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:26:26.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw0zsFLnOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wzpLgurrpbo/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006934948340014306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw0zsFLnOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wzpLgurrpbo/s320/Prom+and+bday+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp7k8FLmzI/AAAAAAAAABE/ghhyh3WEnAk/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006449810309094194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp7k8FLmzI/AAAAAAAAABE/ghhyh3WEnAk/s320/Prom+and+bday+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, with xavier hugging wf. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp7RsFLmyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AtfHx5X9KC0/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006449479596612386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp7RsFLmyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AtfHx5X9KC0/s320/Prom+and+bday+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cia ai totally cool in her unique dress with me and geri kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp6M8FLmxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DYaQ6zXQ9FI/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006448298480605970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp6M8FLmxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DYaQ6zXQ9FI/s320/Prom+and+bday+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huilin and zy&lt;br /&gt;Wah, they trying to act seductive, issit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp5y8FLmwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tetla-TqrEM/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006447851804007170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp5y8FLmwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tetla-TqrEM/s320/Prom+and+bday+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yh, xuemin, me and mingna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp5a8FLmvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/a6CRyI1Fb-w/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006447439487146738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp5a8FLmvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/a6CRyI1Fb-w/s320/Prom+and+bday+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this pic.&lt;br /&gt;Weifang, damn hum, despite everyone's encouragement and cheng's &lt;strong&gt;personal &lt;/strong&gt;encouragement to go up on stage to give chaos one &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; kiss, she still refuse to do so. A little dissapointing because she looked so good that night. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp4_MFLmuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RnY9Z-towfM/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006446962745776866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp4_MFLmuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RnY9Z-towfM/s320/Prom+and+bday+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i intrude on this pic. HAHA and yh's favourite phrase that night was :"GASP, you spoil the whole pic." Because i keep popping up in pictures. Ha. I look damn freaky here. Like some psycho. Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp4nsFLmtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Risx-LK1FqQ/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006446559018851026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp4nsFLmtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Risx-LK1FqQ/s320/Prom+and+bday+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chups and wf&lt;br /&gt;(look at chup's glam look here for a contrast below ltr) ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp4V8FLmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NOe7t4IO1-8/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006446254076172994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXp4V8FLmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NOe7t4IO1-8/s320/Prom+and+bday+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw0DMFLnNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sOYi-wAhpgM/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006934115116358866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw0DMFLnNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sOYi-wAhpgM/s320/Prom+and+bday+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another candid shot.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, we look so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw1dMFLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y7WzanfRDew/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006935661304585458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw1dMFLnPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/y7WzanfRDew/s320/Prom+and+bday+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like this pic too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw19MFLnQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/g8lxNAXRbQY/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006936211060399362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw19MFLnQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/g8lxNAXRbQY/s320/Prom+and+bday+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw2ocFLnRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sTIOYE3sIRo/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006936954089741586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw2ocFLnRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sTIOYE3sIRo/s320/Prom+and+bday+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Zhonghua Babes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw3CMFLnSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HKb_Ed7yxnI/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006937396471373090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw3CMFLnSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HKb_Ed7yxnI/s320/Prom+and+bday+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;39-05 Babes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw4PMFLnUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bf6BXQYf41w/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006938719321300290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw4PMFLnUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bf6BXQYf41w/s320/Prom+and+bday+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-8009892358699943620?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8009892358699943620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=8009892358699943620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8009892358699943620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/8009892358699943620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-with-xavier-hugging-wf.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXw0zsFLnOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wzpLgurrpbo/s72-c/Prom+and+bday+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-163113759819804716</id><published>2006-12-10T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:36:10.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, that's pretty much of the pics for prom. We went to club momo post-prom. Didn't took any pics, i tink, cos' our feet were killing us, well, at least mine and isa's feet were dying and geri's heels split. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin clubbing experience sia, but i tell you, we are all so &lt;strong&gt;happening&lt;/strong&gt; people. First time clubbing, and we decided to club-hop! WALKED to MOS. We hit the dancefloor and its pretty funny. Zhen yin is the hottest dancer, man, she raised her hands and gyrate to all the dance moves without missing a beat very enthusiastically. LOL, but in the words of isa, and with the same sentiments, "a little retarded" HAHAHA! But yeah, she's really pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i tink clubbing is for people with motives and i tink i'm too young for that. Maybe when i'm a few months older... Yeeshh, give me a few months to grow up la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yh and chups came over to my place for a sleep-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one classic pic of chups.&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:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURE REMOVED DUE TO A THREAT MADE ON MY LIFE, IMAGE &amp; REPUTATION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, there's more, but truthfully, i'm a little scared of her, and i fear for my ears, so i chose the cutest of all. This tells you a lot, doesn't it? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were even nicer pics like pics of yh's beautiful thigh and chups kiao ka-ing, eating you-tiao. Daddy bought supper for us cos' prom food really sucks. Anyway, there's yh below trying to hide from the cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvKJMFLnGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H1z8TTt2238/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006817669963029602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvKJMFLnGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H1z8TTt2238/s320/Prom+and+bday+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much for prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the two best friends here,(ignore the 2 idiots behind, HAHAHA) hallo, though you like walking from cine to raffles city together, but please, let's meet up soon. Stop making me missss youuuu. I haven't seen you for 154722379226 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXxFtcFLnVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Lwnvs2kF8vM/s1600-h/Prom+and+bday+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006953532663504210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXxFtcFLnVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Lwnvs2kF8vM/s320/Prom+and+bday+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata, that's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-163113759819804716?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/163113759819804716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=163113759819804716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/163113759819804716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/163113759819804716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-thats-pretty-much-of-pics-for-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QOb3z40-Hhw/RXvKJMFLnGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H1z8TTt2238/s72-c/Prom+and+bday+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-5845951667065769059</id><published>2006-12-09T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:27:28.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Flifesized.free.fr%2Frb%2Fradiopwet%2Fsounds%2FJack%20Johnson%20%20-%20Better%20Together.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this song from mel's blog. Its really really nice and i like the lyrics a lot a lot. Just click on the play button and sing along and feel the love. Yep, drink more water and spread the love around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never get too much of it, can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, will be uploading prom pics very soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better Together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no combination of words &lt;br /&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard, &lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing &lt;br /&gt;But I can try for your heart, &lt;br /&gt;Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, &lt;br /&gt;Like a shoebox of photographs, &lt;br /&gt;With sepiatone loving,&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer &lt;br /&gt;At least for most of the questions in my heart ,&lt;br /&gt;Like why are we here? And where do we go? &lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard? &lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes life can be deceiving, &lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM, it's always better when we're together &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together &lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of these moments &lt;br /&gt;Just might find their way into my dreams tonight &lt;br /&gt;But I know that they'll be gone, &lt;br /&gt;When the morning light sings &lt;br /&gt;And brings new things,&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow night you see &lt;br /&gt;That they'll be gone too, &lt;br /&gt;Too many things I have to do, &lt;br /&gt;But if all of these dreams might find their way &lt;br /&gt;Into my day to day scene &lt;br /&gt;I'll be under the impression, &lt;br /&gt;I was somewhere in-between &lt;br /&gt;With only two, &lt;br /&gt;Just me and you &lt;br /&gt;Not so many things we got to do, &lt;br /&gt;Or places we got to be &lt;br /&gt;We'll sit beneath the mango tree now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together &lt;br /&gt;MMM, We're somewhere in-between together &lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm &lt;br /&gt;I believe in memories &lt;br /&gt;They look so, so pretty when I sleep &lt;br /&gt;Hey now, and when, and when I wake up, &lt;br /&gt;You look so pretty sleeping next to me &lt;br /&gt;But there is not enough time, &lt;br /&gt;And there is no, no song I could sing &lt;br /&gt;And there is no combination of words I could say &lt;br /&gt;But I will still tell you one thing, &lt;br /&gt;We're better together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you're more than laughter and all the stars in the sky. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-5845951667065769059?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5845951667065769059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=5845951667065769059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5845951667065769059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/5845951667065769059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/heard-this-song-from-mels-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-4174338880815899754</id><published>2006-12-06T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:54:11.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/charlatan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this off yu's blog. She has loads of kinky stuff like this. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like wow, of course that is so not true.&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, i'm sure you'd agree that i'm the sweetest, most innocent, lovable and good-natured souls you had ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Woman!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Girl Or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;strong&gt; HALLO&lt;/strong&gt;!!! See, evidence that i'm a &lt;strong&gt;WOMAN&lt;/strong&gt;, ok....&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with the family just now to look for last minute prom stuff. My dad has only one word is his vocab for everything, "nice" even when it is absolutely hideous. And dinner was buffet. Yes, you can go OMG now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live the life you love, love the life you live.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I miss you so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-4174338880815899754?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4174338880815899754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=4174338880815899754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4174338880815899754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/4174338880815899754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/12/lol-took-this-off-yus-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-2506361622782302289</id><published>2006-11-29T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:58:50.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, my legs are damn tired and my left ankle hurts a little. Anyway, went orchard with isa to look for prom stuff. We did a manicure which is like really cheap, how abt 5 bucks! Like wow! This is great for 2 very very broke girls. But i changed my mind when everything was completed, just waiting for the nail polish to dry up. I tink i wanted a french manicure, okay, i'm fickle-minded, so it cost a little more. Anyway, the above sentence is just to make weifang and chups who pangsehed us for hair and make-up AND pangsehed us at orchard by going to bugis, THEN kept forcing us to meet them at bugis to feel that they missed out on a lot of great deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa went to pluck her eyebrows. The red bald effect is classic. Like eye-shadow. Oh, and did i mention, she wore make-up. HAHAHA. So, dear orchard shop-owners, if you found that you've lesser revenue today, you know who to look for. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really buy much stuff, i'm still lacking quite a few impt ones. Nvm, going out with huilin on mon, k-box + shopping. Wheeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, will be flying off to bangkok early tomolo morn. Can't check in by phone. Darn, means haf to wake up earlier. Shucks, that means i haf like 9 hours to the flight and i haven't pack my luggage yet. gg-xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be back in time for prom and shopping! pretty excited. going to pack my luggage now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i forget this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loh lucia, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE THOUSAND KISSES&lt;/span&gt; for ya!!! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to meet up with you! Muacks!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-2506361622782302289?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2506361622782302289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=2506361622782302289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2506361622782302289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/2506361622782302289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/11/wheee-whew-my-legs-are-damn-tired-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-9203064660451646226</id><published>2006-11-29T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:05:12.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wheeee~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a new purpose in life: Neopets!!&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee!! ha, remembered how i used to challenge lucia in battledome. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i finally bought my prom dress yesterday! A rather hasty affair, just 1 hr+ of shopping but its kinda love at first sight so... yeah. I like it loads. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start Time: 12:10am&lt;br /&gt;2 .Name: Minyi&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname: minnie, minmin,&lt;br /&gt;fongzi&lt;br /&gt;4. If u were a skittle what color would you be?: yellow :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Chinese Zodiac: dragon&lt;br /&gt;6. Horoscope: libra&lt;br /&gt;7. Hair color: black and err...brown&lt;br /&gt;8. Eye color: black&lt;br /&gt;9. Height: 166.599999&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite Color: red, white, yellow&lt;br /&gt;11. Glasses?: yup&lt;br /&gt;12. Braces?: GONE!&lt;br /&gt;13. Piercing/tattoos: ears&lt;br /&gt;14. Pet: chowchow! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;15. Area code: err... dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******HAVE YOU EVER******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Cut your own hair?: experimented a bit&lt;br /&gt;18. Did you do something in the past month that you regret?: maybe&lt;br /&gt;20. Hugged someone who isn't ur g/f orb/f?: yup&lt;br /&gt;21. Skipped school?: Duh, who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;22. Bungee jumped?: Nope, maybe in the future.&lt;br /&gt;23. jump off a building?: nah, you'll end up looking like mashed potato.&lt;br /&gt;24. Dumped someone?: nope&lt;br /&gt;25. Been arrested?: nope&lt;br /&gt;31. Been to a funeral?: yup&lt;br /&gt;32. Used a lighter?: yes&lt;br /&gt;33. Been on stage?: err, yes, but for the wrong reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****FAVORITE*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Season: spring!&lt;br /&gt;35. Food: errr, anything nice!&lt;br /&gt;36. Ice cream flavour: anything with chocolate! =)&lt;br /&gt;37. School subject: err... PE?&lt;br /&gt;38. Person: (=&lt;br /&gt;41. Book: does archie comics and fash mags count?&lt;br /&gt;42. Movie: MANY!&lt;br /&gt;43. Song: T.O.P (time, occasion, place)&lt;br /&gt;44. Park: park? parking lot? lol.&lt;br /&gt;45. State: errr...&lt;br /&gt;46.Place: my new room! (:&lt;br /&gt;47. Sport to watch: as long as there're hot pple in it! (:&lt;br /&gt;49. Bands/musicians: Many!&lt;br /&gt;50. Letter: M&lt;br /&gt;51. Restaurant : Lots&lt;br /&gt;52. Cartoon Character : spongebob!&lt;br /&gt;53. TV Station: Bollywood. :D&lt;br /&gt;54. Name for a son : Ali baba (ha, nah, dun intend to haf one)&lt;br /&gt;55. Name for a daughter: refer to above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******DO YOU PREFER******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Chocolate or Vanilla?: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;58. Long relationships or short?: depends on the mood&lt;br /&gt;59. Dogs or cats: dogs&lt;br /&gt;60. Scary movies or comedies: comedies&lt;br /&gt;61. Short hair or long: longggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;62. Croutons or bacon bits: both!&lt;br /&gt;63. Kissing or hugging: BOTH! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****FIRST THINGS THAT COME TO MIND****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Mexicans: errr... brown brown one&lt;br /&gt;65. School: PON&lt;br /&gt;66. Grass: chinese compo&lt;br /&gt;67. Cow: dinner&lt;br /&gt;68. Canada: rocky mountains&lt;br /&gt;69. Mouse: clement (no, not cheng) ha.&lt;br /&gt;70. Hands: netball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******THE PAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Watched a movie?: nope&lt;br /&gt;72. Talked on the phone?: yup&lt;br /&gt;73. Cried?: yup, when watching A Beautiful Mind&lt;br /&gt;74. Threw up?: no&lt;br /&gt;75. Drank a glass of water?: Duh&lt;br /&gt;76. Done Drugs?: nope&lt;br /&gt;77. Read a book or magazine?: yes&lt;br /&gt;78. Watched TV?: duh!&lt;br /&gt;79. Looked in the mirror: YES!&lt;br /&gt;80. Taken a shower: do you really want the truth? lol&lt;br /&gt;81. Taken a picture: nope&lt;br /&gt;82. Listened to music: yup, right now.&lt;br /&gt;83. Kissed someone: chowchow?&lt;br /&gt;84. Missing someone: Hell yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna eat lunch then meet isa.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-9203064660451646226?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/9203064660451646226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=9203064660451646226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/9203064660451646226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/9203064660451646226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-213590528455166748</id><published>2006-11-27T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T00:12:01.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zzz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you i am bored out of my skull today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are not allowed more than 2 hrs of tv a day, it feels really good to have that 2 hrs. Now, you can watch tv from the moment you woke up till you sleep, the attraction doesn't hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, this goes for going out and sleeping and reading and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, bankruptcy holds a new meaning for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, have watched both casino royale and happy feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva green is sooo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i tink i'm a little like ramon that penguin. Egoistic and a little cowardly. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fairly odd. I don't feel like going out, i don't feel like playing any games, don't feel like watching tv, don't feel like helping out at the new house, don't feel like reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what is happening to me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and starmovies is really crazy. They showed at least 10 old james bond flicks back-to-back everyday. From octopussy to diamonds are forever, from sean connery to roger moore. Nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink i need a new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my life. Some goals, some higher purpose. Shall try to find one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;pooped&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16558823-213590528455166748?l=nincompoopsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/feeds/213590528455166748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16558823&amp;postID=213590528455166748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/213590528455166748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16558823/posts/default/213590528455166748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nincompoopsie.blogspot.com/2006/11/zzzzzzz-i-tell-you-i-am-bored-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cornycrackpot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16558823.post-116412041942283631</id><published>2006-11-21T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:46:59.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the black parade - Chemical Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young boy my father took me into the city&lt;br /&gt;to see a marching band&lt;br /&gt;He said 'Son when you grow up, would you be, the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?'&lt;br /&gt;He said 'Will you, defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?&lt;br /&gt;Because one day I'll leave you a phantom to lead you in the summer to join the Black Parade.'&lt;br /&gt;When i was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band!&lt;br /&gt;He said 'son when you grow upwould you be the saviour of the broken the beaten and the damned?!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get the feeling&lt;br /&gt;She's watching over me&lt;br /&gt;And other times I feel like I should go&lt;br /&gt;And through it all; the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets&lt;br /&gt;And when you go we want you all to know:&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;and though your,&lt;br /&gt;dead and gone belive me,&lt;br /&gt;Your memory we'll carry on,&lt;br /&gt;will carry on&lt;br /&gt;And tell your heart i can't contain it.&lt;br /&gt;The under world is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;our romance sends you realing from decimated dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Your misery and hate will kill us all!&lt;br /&gt;So paint it black and take it back&lt;br /&gt;And let's shout out loud and clear!&lt;br /&gt;Defy unto the end we hear the call...&lt;br /&gt;to carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;and though your dead and gone,believe me&lt;br /&gt;Your memory will carry on&lt;br /&gt;we'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;And though you're broken and defeated&lt;br /&gt;Your weary widow marches&lt;br /&gt;On and on we carry through the fears(ooooooooh)&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed faces of your peers(oooooooooh)&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I could not care at all&lt;br /&gt;Do or die&lt;br /&gt;You'll never make me&lt;br /&gt;Because the world,&lt;br /&gt;will never take my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And though they try&lt;br /&gt;They'll never break me&lt;br /&gt;They want it all&lt;br /&gt;They wanna break this bone.&lt;br /&gt;I won't explain&lt;br /&gt;Or say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show my scar&lt;br /&gt;Give a cheer&lt;br /&gt;For all the broken&lt;br /&gt;Listen here!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a hero&lt;br /&gt;Just a boy&lt;br /&gt;who had to sing this song&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a hero&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;And though you're dead and gone,believe me,&lt;br /&gt;Your memory will carry on&lt;br /&gt;You'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;And though you're broken and defeated&lt;br /&gt;Your weary widow marches on!&lt;br /&gt;Do or die&lt;br /&gt;You'll never make me&lt;br /&gt;Because the world&lt;br /&gt;will never take my heart&lt;br /&gt;And though they try&lt;br /&gt;They'll never break me&lt;br /&gt;They want it all&lt;br /&gt;They wanna break this bone.&lt;br /&gt;Do or die&lt;br /&gt;You'll never make me&lt;br /&gt;Because the world&lt;br /&gt;will never take my heart&lt;br /&gt;And though they try&lt;br /&gt;They'll never break me&lt;br /&gt;They want it all&lt;br /&gt;They wanna break this bone.&lt;br /&gt;Do or die&lt;br /&gt;You'll never make me&lt;br /&gt;Because the world&lt;br /&gt;will never take my heart&lt;br /&gt;And though they try&lt;br /&gt;They'll never break me&lt;br /&gt;They want it all&lt;br /&gt;They wanna break this bone.&lt;br /&gt;(WE'LL CARRY ON.......!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i luv this song. Check out fergalicious and rudebox. Oh and my love by jt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo yesterday with joei and yh. That place ain't really big and its full of AJcians. Oh, and Superdog is a fluke. Cos' the dog sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channing tatum is HOT. I'm gonna learn hip-hop. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn a third lang too. I tink french is cool. But xinyi wants to learn jap. (to watch anime) -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told us to learn arabic.  -__-"&lt;br /&gt;She said it will be more useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, future career, suicide bomber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, nothing much today but pretty fun. Woke up, went to holland village for brunch then went to the new house. Everyone is busy with smth and i've got to either help out or a visibly smarter choice, sneak away. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, knowing minyi, of course she chose the latter. Sneaked over to joei's house for a while to slack on her nice new sofa. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went grocery shopping with xinyi and we cooked (more of me and the maid actually)&lt;br /&gt;STEAK complete with potatoes with sour cream &amp; bacon bits and grilled spear asparagus and portobello mushrooms with mozarella and and brocoli drizzled with lemon butter sauce. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrific chef! =)) wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dilema. Shld i perm my hair?? Shooouullddd I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata, that's all for now. Gonna play counterstrike then watch tv. 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