<?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-36171762</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:54:08.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- All That I Ever Was. -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-1440178548412666247</id><published>2007-05-30T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:14:28.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy. ytd watched spiderman3 again with my brothers and blades of glory AGAIN with my cousins. so i have now watched each movie in the theatres at least twice, well except udon and those rated movies. Shrek3 is out, can't wait to watch it tmr with my primary school classmates, as in like primary 3. thats uhh, 6 years ago. Yes, it has been THAT long, and yeah i'm glad i found them. And we're planning to meet on thursday to relive the old times. They have been telling me about how i was super naughty and stuff, but really, i don't remember all these stuff. It hasn't been THAT long, i have serious STM.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/514129555l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/539602070l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes don't laugh at me. i was only p3 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been dota-ing alot, perhaps a little too much. So anyone wants a friendly game just talk to me on msn :D&lt;br /&gt;and oh starhub connection suckss, i'm gonna change, my connection keeps restarting, and now i'm called a leaver in dota games):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello to the game who is pretending to be gwen, quite funnaye eh? cause gwen doesn't know darren, and i think i know who you are bitch. you can fuck off and just go home. hiding behind some other person's name is just showing that you're a coward, and a spermless one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, delvin and daphne, i'll beat you two ;)&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna try walking from hougang to westmall, ahaha, the great walk (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-1440178548412666247?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/1440178548412666247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=1440178548412666247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/1440178548412666247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/1440178548412666247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/05/okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-5954101908457983845</id><published>2007-05-27T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:40:10.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. interhouse dragon boat was a complete failure. Complete. We had the strongest rowers, yet we finished 2nd and 3rd. really dont understand, yeah now lucas is cocky, more than ever. makes me sick man. But today there was this friendly invitational dragon boat, and this time it was the canoeist, not the full team though, it was a weakened team. We arrived at lakeside mrt at 7.30am, yeah by the orders of fat teo. Then it was 7.45am, still no sign of fat teo, so sylvester decided to call him. ' OH I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU GUYS TO COME TO CHINESE GARDEN?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, dear mr teo, that was dumb of you. lol. then we took train there and started walking to the competition placee. We were there, saw a few schools, jurong secondary, yuan ching secondary, chung cheung high yishun, dang no sign of ACSI. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then it was the heats, we beat yuan ching by 0.7s. sick man. 0.7s is like equilvalent to one stroke lor. so it was THAT tight. We were all panicky for the finals cause with a difference of 0.7s, anything can change, any missed stroke will cause us to lose. Then the final came, change of plans to burst earlier, and it worked, we were miles ahead only to lose steam abit at the end, but we still managed to beat yuan ching sec by a good 1.5 sec. ahaha. okayy. thats all you need to know for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. i walked from chinese garden mrt to jurong point. beat that. ahha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-5954101908457983845?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/5954101908457983845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=5954101908457983845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5954101908457983845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5954101908457983845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-9158517787675387207</id><published>2007-05-20T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:52:56.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm this week has been sucky until today :D&lt;br /&gt;im happy happy happy. ahahha. okay its never good to fail subjects, let lone 3 subjects. I flunked both maths are chemistry, and both maths are f9s. argh, so disappointed, but perhaps, i can't complain cause its my own fault actually, for not study and stuff and taking good results for granted or something. hmm yeah, so i'm gonna work hard next term and get back my top 3 position, RAWR WATCH OUT DELVINN! (:&lt;br /&gt;man utd lost ytd, made me real depressed, but hey, we were better and we actually scored a goal, but the cockeye referee and linesman couldn't see it. anyway to you chelski, arsenal &amp; liverpool fans out there. MANCHESTER &gt; ALL.&lt;br /&gt;GET IT? HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr theres school, i wanna pon, but hais, i already pon friday, cant afford one more day. i have to find some oppotunity to tell my parents my results in some way that they won't be so pissed. ahaha. haven't done homework in a longlonglong time already, kinda regret not studying this term. now mr tung hates me, chen ling kwong too &amp;amp; i suck in physics. boo. what a wretched term. but hey i got a2 for english and 80 for history, at least something for me to cheer about. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, times up. OUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-9158517787675387207?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/9158517787675387207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=9158517787675387207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/9158517787675387207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/9158517787675387207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm-this-week-has-been-sucky-until.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-4291572782680623642</id><published>2007-05-16T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:47:22.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala. haven't updated this blog in a longlong time, cause of super laziness and my new found addiction to lan gaming, have been going at least twice a week. damnit, my grades drop, everything drop, super tired everyday, need to stop lan, its ruining me. physics 23/40. I wanted a A1 ONEONEONEONE!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry 16.5/40.&lt;br /&gt;dont know how the hell i failed. i saw the paper again and it was so super duper easy man. argh thats one failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im quite sure that both my maths are ending in failures, now mr tung officially hates me. yeah, its my fault, haven't been listening to him in class at all. im getting depressed, foosk is getting a1s and im getting e8s, really, its not what i want and it simply isn't good enough man. haven't been going training at ALL. Really really pissed with coach for taking me out of t1 and robbing me of my spot in the nationals, yeah fuck it, i'm never training again. Therefore i'm gonna concentrate on my work now, and hopefully, be able to compete with foosk next term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, the only plus point of the day was me getting my a2 for engrrrishhh. sexy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW SKIN TMR WITH POSTSSSS. TAG PPL TAG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-4291572782680623642?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/4291572782680623642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=4291572782680623642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/4291572782680623642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/4291572782680623642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/05/lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-5068527832859725203</id><published>2007-04-22T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:27:42.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear god please bless jiajing with all the tolerance he needs to stop spouting vulgarities, all the 'un-slackness' he needs to blog, and all the moneys the need to shop with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-5068527832859725203?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/5068527832859725203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=5068527832859725203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5068527832859725203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5068527832859725203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-god-please-bless-jiajing-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-5681525929921728420</id><published>2007-04-21T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T08:17:28.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY LOOK YISHU! i dont fucking care about you? i trusted you and told you about stuff, you fucking told them to kenneth? and you wanna fight? please dont make me laugh. you're just like a coffee stirer that i use to stir my COFFEE _|_&lt;br /&gt;fuck off i dont wanna break your bones. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-5681525929921728420?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/5681525929921728420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=5681525929921728420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5681525929921728420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5681525929921728420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-look-yishu-i-dont-fucking-care.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-1080784564534140871</id><published>2007-04-12T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:40:04.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kay so 7-1. yeah i'm slow to update these days cause i dont use the comp that much anymore. Stupid tung hates me so much now that he ignores my questions, so have been doing his work luh. Back to 7-1. Remember the teasing? the pissing? REMEMBER HOW I WAS SUANED WHEN MAN UTD LOST 2-1 AT THE OLIMPIC STADIUM? NOW I BOAST. LIVERPOOL ARSENAL CHELSEA ALL CAN SIT DOWN AND DRINK MILK!!&lt;br /&gt;seven. yupp like 7. one two THREE four five six then SEVEN. THATS LIKE 4 MORE THAN LIVERPOOL. All you noobs can do is just eat your hearts out suckers :D&lt;br /&gt;Waked up to watch it, was damn sleepy in class the next day, lucky these two days schl ends at 12.30, or i wont reach home alive.&lt;br /&gt;Have to study for the cumalative graphs, theres a test tmr, which is gonna stink cause i suck so much at graphs. I use the french curve as fast as caleb can STOP nodding his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NodNod*                 *NodNod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's starting to annoy me. and oh i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday jeremy michael tan hock boon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-1080784564534140871?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/1080784564534140871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=1080784564534140871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/1080784564534140871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/1080784564534140871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/04/kay-so-7-1.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-2936410067561331579</id><published>2007-04-10T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:11:56.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to play soccer after founder's day ytd, pangseh raymond and all :x&lt;br /&gt;The founders' day relay was just fucking stupid, fat teo and bangala arul disqualified marcian for posting runners in double events, yeah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; fair.&lt;br /&gt;Ran the 4x200m, which we got second, a close second, cause the stupid jiaohui ran when he supposed to be injured. RAWR. Was super off ytd, cant score for shit, cant pass for shit, cant dribble for shit, just a shitty day overall. And i fractured marvin's hand. SORRY MARVIN! Thats the second hand my shot has fractured someone's hand. =.="&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should stop playing soccer and at the sametime stop destroying the world xD&lt;br /&gt;And i was playing my phone in class today, took a few candid shots will post them tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need coke badly :D&lt;br /&gt;and do my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-2936410067561331579?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/2936410067561331579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=2936410067561331579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/2936410067561331579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/2936410067561331579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-to-play-soccer-after-founders-day.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-8691510356846715070</id><published>2007-04-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:47:48.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so uh man utd lost to pompey yesterday. But we still lead by 3 (:  The title is still ours to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Got my new phone today, nokia e65, mocha brown in colour, and its thee love D:&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, i lost all my contact numbers, i mean ALL, cause i stupidly stored them in my old phone which was traded in &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see this please gimme your phone number :D&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's founders day, slack day in other words. After school going lan, again. Wasted so much of my money on lan already. Haven't done any work, and i see no reason to do so. Had tuition, finally understand the stupid logarithms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact : Theres a lizard crawling around my computer table.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-8691510356846715070?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/8691510356846715070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=8691510356846715070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/8691510356846715070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/8691510356846715070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-so-uh-man-utd-lost-to-pompey.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-6379980029677688494</id><published>2007-04-05T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:19:28.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm came back from training not long ago, damn tired. First time i tried this hard, took t2 with daryl, actually beat stuart, but i think he slacking luh.&lt;br /&gt;And Mr tung is replying me like finally, cause i did his graph today, and he lent me his bendable ruler. Had chem SPA today, like totally got owned by it, left almost the whole calculation thingy blank, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr going lan with raymond and all. Gonna watch mr bean, and then play dota. I'm begging to hate yishu veryveryvery much now, just like darren. Kenneth Tan, John Lim &amp;amp; brandon were caught for wrecking the 321 class room which they had used for oral. They opened their corn beef which was meant for the donation break, tasted it, and put it into ken's tissue box and stuffed it up the roof, wanting it to rot. He's a fucker man kenneth tan, and of course, i have so many friends from 321 so i told ashwin about it that he could complain to jeremy liew, HOL3. I tried telling yishu that i was the guy who sabo-ed all of them AND THAT FUCKER TOLD KENNETH TAN!&lt;br /&gt;Heng kenneth is a dimwit and i managed to bluff him that i wasn't the one. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my gawd, recently i've been 100% spastic, guess i got the neek disease :(&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm gonna start on my logirithms.&lt;br /&gt;someone please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-6379980029677688494?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/6379980029677688494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=6379980029677688494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/6379980029677688494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/6379980029677688494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmm-came-back-from-training-not-long.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-7438685334001080751</id><published>2007-04-02T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:37:04.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck should have gotten my phone today, but my dad says i have to wait for a few more days. dont know the bloody reason.&lt;br /&gt;Screw my stupid maths statistical project team for leaving it so late, leaving me to solo it in the early hours of the morning. fuck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm full of hatred right now. will bite if provoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAAHAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-7438685334001080751?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/7438685334001080751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=7438685334001080751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/7438685334001080751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/7438685334001080751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/04/fuck-should-have-gotten-my-phone-today.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-8550801178694505408</id><published>2007-03-29T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:35:44.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more days to the new phone, can't stop thinking about it. D:&lt;br /&gt;Since i've been listening to him in maths class, mr tung has actually stop ignoring my questions, and told me to get lucas , sam &amp; jat to listen also. The thing is, they DO listen. They talk alot, but that doesn't mean that they can't listen at the same time ! its called multitasking for God's sake. Talk + listen = save time ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played near 5 hours of soccer today, aching like shit, first played with the sec4s, hilmi, ruddy and all. Then they left and then we played with junjia, rahim &amp;amp; jonathan, the bloody chindian, who is the only sec2 i know, beside jerome &amp; shafiq, that can play decent soccer luh. It was a whole lot of fun, it was raining you see, so plenty of mud, sliding, slipping &amp;amp; more mud ! x)&lt;br /&gt;During english class today, we had some tongue twisters poems kinda thingy. Lucas volunteered to read, and ms chew called me out to read too. So it was LUCAS VS ME !&lt;br /&gt;Tongue twisters, isn't it suppose to read fast? We read fast and ms chew said it was wrong and gave me 3/20 and lucas 4/20. And chow got 16/20. Please man there's no justice in this world! Chow couldn't even pronounce " YUAN BIN" properly man!&lt;br /&gt;During maths we did indices, basic ones, so it was like revision, but it helped me realise that i can't do indices like i could in sec 2, and therefore, i need more practice(read: remedial).&lt;br /&gt;There will be some kind of hindo temple trip tmr, don't know what to expect, but i heard from other classes that we would have indian food at the temple tmr, which is gonna be a refreshing experience, using our hands to eat. Err, they do eat with their hands? someone tell me yes. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been handing in my work recently, need to work on that. I'm beginning to slack again after starting the year so well. sigh, its hard to change one's habit.&lt;br /&gt;For the past week , i have been eating double during recess. Like one bowl of beef teriyaki, and chicken cutlet, total cost + 2 drinks, 6 dollars. 6 dollars per recess, no wonder i have such light pockets these days. Think that this is also why i gained 5kg in like no more than 2 weeks? I'm 57kg at the moment, i gain &amp; lose weight like a balloon, depending on my mood for the day/week. If i'm happy, i ate alot. In fact, too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my aim for this/next week is to hand in my work. I promise. Make that i''l &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-8550801178694505408?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/8550801178694505408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=8550801178694505408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/8550801178694505408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/8550801178694505408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/03/3-more-days-to-new-phone-cant-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-2238664411132355057</id><published>2007-03-27T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T15:47:47.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay haven't updated quite awhile, due to laziness and dota. Have been dota-ing quite alot lately, life has been okay. Hmm mr tung is still damn pissed with me and can't stop nagging at me for not doing his work, but hey, if not for the maths i did in the beginning of the year, and actually passed the exam, you would have lost your rice bowl ! RAWRRRR CB TUNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brand new(and irritating), english teacher, ms chew, is like seriously getting on my nerves luh! She talks to us like we're primary school kids, please man, look in the mirror! Most of us are like 1 head taller than her. _|_ die chew!!&lt;br /&gt;But one good thing about her is that she marks super leniently, she gave me 26/30 for my recent letter D:&lt;br /&gt;The calibre of the shit letter could get me 21 marks at MOST with ms chia, soo its a plus point to be able to look forward to a english A1 ! D:&lt;br /&gt;And theres always the irritating JEREMY TSENG. For the letter he got 27/30, one more than me, for the vocab test he got 6 marks, half mark more than me, for the surds test, he got 9andahalf, half mark more than me AGAIN. SHEESH STOP BEING A COPYCAT ! D:&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lam has been getting regular moodswings recently, he never fails, and i mean NEVER, fails to hold us back 10 minutes for recess.&lt;br /&gt;Have been attending training, so no longer have ruizhi ringing me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my dear friend, kaslyn. DONT BE UPSET ANYMORE K? SMILE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-2238664411132355057?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/2238664411132355057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=2238664411132355057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/2238664411132355057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/2238664411132355057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-havent-updated-quite-awhile-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-3550994265514379730</id><published>2007-03-25T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:43:00.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the sake of the ppl who bugged me to post.&lt;br /&gt;this is a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-3550994265514379730?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/3550994265514379730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=3550994265514379730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/3550994265514379730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/3550994265514379730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-sake-of-ppl-who-bugged-me-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-2298213385224101605</id><published>2007-03-12T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T14:16:53.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bwahahaha got the best birthday present ever! thanks dad for the gucci wallet ! D:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ashwin, wuqi, yanbo, shen yang, justin, stella, lingying, soon kiat, jun kai, xue qi, brandon, jun liang, julian, brenda, xun yi, xun wei, sarah, samantha, mark, nicholas for the birthday greetings!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks brenda and justin for the cards, they are &lt;em&gt;hot :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINGYING AND FOOSSSSSSK D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BYEBYE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-2298213385224101605?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/2298213385224101605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=2298213385224101605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/2298213385224101605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/2298213385224101605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/03/bwahahaha-got-best-birthday-present.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-335134357025820479</id><published>2007-03-10T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:23:30.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala birthdaybirthdaybirthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm went out to celebrate ytd and the raffles market place restaurant thingy at the old westin hotel, now renamed swissotel. Sad to say, i forgot to take pictures :(&lt;br /&gt;It was a international &amp; peranakan buffet, their mee rebus is loveeee man :D&lt;br /&gt;Was so full that i had no mood to shop and just went home and watched tv through the night D:&lt;br /&gt;just got a hair cut today, got my fringe short, like finally, above my brows ^^&lt;br /&gt;went out with justin &amp;amp; stella today, watched the pursuit of happ&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ness&lt;br /&gt;notice the misspelling in happYness. No, it wasn't a misspelling by me or the production team, it was meant this way, you should watch the movie, was damnedddddd nice ;D&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a poor family, father chris gardner (will smith), a salesman who sells some x-ray device thingy which is supposed to be super-high tech in the 1980s, which is the years which the film is based on. The thing is, the x-ray thingy is too expensive for local hospitals to afford and he is reduced to being deep in debt, like parking fines, house rents and all. His son, christopher, goes to a little child care at chinatown when will smith and his wife go to work. His wife is some kind of factory worker and works plenty overtime but still find it hard to make meet ends. So the wife finally couldn't take it and left will smith. Will smith then went to look for a job and finally got a job internship by solving a rubic cube. Thats all i'm gonna say or its not gonna be fun to watch anymore D:   Aiya just watch it, its fucking hilarious! dont miss it ! (:&lt;br /&gt;After the movie went to PastaMania for dinner, thanks justin &amp;amp; stella for the birthday gift! (:&lt;br /&gt;just got home not long ago, my mum thinks my hair sucks and i look like a nerd, but heck, i like the retardedness of it :D&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm going out for supper, and to get my pressie from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-335134357025820479?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/335134357025820479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=335134357025820479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/335134357025820479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/335134357025820479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/03/lalala-birthdaybirthdaybirthday-d-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-7172690270070255673</id><published>2007-03-09T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:37:42.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid ta1, still upset over it, got 53 for higher chinese and percentage dropped to 63.7%&lt;br /&gt;i've been rather slack after starting the year well, need to improve on that more luh. Next term shall beat chow and get 72% and up! :D&lt;br /&gt;At least i'll try, and i make good of my words, but what about you darren? you trying to get top 5 with that fcken attitude? No chance in hell luh dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sosososo tired despite sleeping at 10 yesterday, don't feel like going trg at all, perhaps ill go tmr morning? will see ba. no mood at all, still super shocked over philibert's dad's passing :[&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to think properly at all, just can't get enough of sleep luh!!! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my ankle's still super swollen, but still played soccer ytd, so now its like an apple luh, looks disgusting and super huge.&lt;br /&gt;thats all, don't feel like posting anything else, my results are like shit, my cca isn't going very well either, i can't seem to chiong games like i can in the past, nothing is going well at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;The more i think, the more i get depressed, and using the words of foosk, i feel super hollow, someone talk to me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-7172690270070255673?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/7172690270070255673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=7172690270070255673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/7172690270070255673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/7172690270070255673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/03/stupid-ta1-still-upset-over-it-got-53.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-5155857676883920400</id><published>2007-03-08T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:50:52.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. life is so fragile. Philibert's dad was gone just like that :(&lt;br /&gt;Went to his wake after school today, was quite relieved that philibert wasn't taking it too bad.&lt;br /&gt;if i were him i'd just jump off the nearest building i see luh. But has passed, sad to say, has passed and there's no way the dead can be alive again, so stay STRONG PHILIBERT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's ptm tmr, hope i won't get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; screwed by Eric Lam X)&lt;br /&gt;oh yes trg too, finally i get to paddle ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala short post short post short post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-5155857676883920400?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/5155857676883920400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=5155857676883920400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5155857676883920400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5155857676883920400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-5009465985641035684</id><published>2007-03-04T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:10:34.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manchester Utd One Liverpool Zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH FOR THE GREAT KOP!! :D  Crushed, Shattered and decimated under the hands of the red devils !&lt;br /&gt;EAT YOUR HEART OUT LIVERPOOL FANS :DD&lt;br /&gt;just so high right now luh. Think the appropriate term for us is CHAMPIONS :D&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up, slept at five cause i was too high and couldn't get to sleep! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i watched weird shows like The Apprentice ; Martha Stewart . Who the fuck is Martha Stewart? And since when was there a replica of donald trump's masterpiece? Aiyo, i'm not catching up with the stupid shows :( &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it sucked big time luh. Just a disgrace to the original. Donald Trump's one was all action, i liked it alot, espicially the " YOU'RE FIRED!!!" part of it all. While the stupid Martha Stewart one only had "So goodbye XXX" OMG IT SO LACKS THE X-FACTOR!! :D&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what i'm talking about, but hey you get the idea ! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also a replay of The Swan. A show about SUPER HORRENDOUS LOOKING PEOPLE GETTING PLASTIC SURGERY. One was twenty-five when she lost ALL her teeth and had to wear dentures. Another one was a macho looking soldier. Then they got surgery, lip lift, brow lift, liposuction and everything else. It looked so painful luh.&lt;br /&gt;Then it led me to another thinking. So what if you become beautiful on the outside ?Do you think anything is gonna change? For some people yes, but they do it for themselves and for the hypocritical dogs around them. But for YOU, you know who you are, why make yourself suffer just because HE thinks you're not good enough. The inside simply outweighs anything else. AND THE THING IS, THERE ISN'T ANYTHING WRONG  WITH YOUR APPEARANCE AT ALL! and if he doesn't wanna be with you cause you're not fucking skinny enough, FUCK HIM. You deserve better than that. Why resort to self-hurt, and just staying on some shit diet just to please a fucking bastard? Go and join the Dove Self-Esteem fund! :D&lt;br /&gt;Self-confidence is the new beautiful. Its your right to be beautiful just the way you are. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. Tuition later. Sick still. sigh i spend one whole day yesterday, like sixteen hours staring at the computer with nothing to do. SAD! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-5009465985641035684?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/5009465985641035684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=5009465985641035684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5009465985641035684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5009465985641035684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/03/manchester-utd-one-liverpool-zero-so.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-6785607611576510625</id><published>2007-03-02T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:13:15.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today had school like normal. Felt super sick and wanted to take a blue form and go home X)&lt;br /&gt;So i got one from mr liew, HOL3, and went to look for mr lam. So caleb and i went around the school for 20 minutes before finally finding him. So i called him through the phone thingy. Don't know why, he called me rude and asked me to call again. Then when the stupid phone was connecting, i whispered to caleb "eh mr lam is crazy luh".&lt;br /&gt;AND WTFOMGBBQSAUCE MR LAM HEARD IT =.="&lt;br /&gt;" You say i'm crazy right? I'll show you how crazy i can be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg thats the end of my life, one more teacher officially hates me now! :(&lt;br /&gt;So i didn't manage to get a blue form and had to stay for the rest of the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;So boring luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went for land trg, supposed to be water trg today but jiao lian had something on.&lt;br /&gt;So i'd just have to go on monday.&lt;br /&gt;OH YES, i got 67% for my english so my overall percentage increased by 0.2% ? :D&lt;br /&gt;better than nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS NEEK FLAG BEARING IS FOR GAYS :D&lt;br /&gt;jokingjokingjoking ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-6785607611576510625?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/6785607611576510625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=6785607611576510625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/6785607611576510625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/6785607611576510625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-had-school-like-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-1518640020451697323</id><published>2007-03-01T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T17:08:51.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently having a slight fever and a headache. sucks big time man :(&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well missed trg. I AM SOOO SCREWED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tung was damn angry at the class today, especially kenneth and john. Chem was fun fun fuN!! :D&lt;br /&gt;The practical was so slack compared to physics SPA luh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( wanna pon tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-1518640020451697323?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/1518640020451697323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=1518640020451697323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/1518640020451697323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/1518640020451697323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/03/currently-having-slight-fever-and.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-7805108243379527014</id><published>2007-02-28T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:11:34.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enrichment day yesterday :D was fun fun fuN!!&lt;br /&gt;Did theatre arts, supposed to present on stage at the PAC but was too noob to be shown to public, LoL X)&lt;br /&gt;Theatre arts was about of acting, role-playing, bullshitting. Erm not really, but you get the idea!&lt;br /&gt;And that stupid neek, pon enrichment day and left lucas alone with alan johnston. RAWRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yes here's a random pic taken at sakae, i look 100% spastic xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/Image179.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And errm chow. YOU'RE DEAD. I FUCKING SCREWED UP MY TA AND I'M NOT HAPPY ONE BIT ABOUT IT. DIE CHOW DIE CHOW DIE CHOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg. i sound possessed &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below was copied from foosk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can overcome any obstacle&lt;br /&gt;I can overpower any enemy&lt;br /&gt;I can break any barrierI can pass any test&lt;br /&gt;I can surpass any master&lt;br /&gt;I can make anything work&lt;br /&gt;I can solve any problemI can destroy any fortress&lt;br /&gt;I can win any game&lt;br /&gt;I can overcome any restriction&lt;br /&gt;I can create a masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;I can outsmart everybodyI can conquer any battle&lt;br /&gt;I can exceed all expectations&lt;br /&gt;I can do the impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yes i can.&lt;br /&gt;watch this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-7805108243379527014?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/7805108243379527014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=7805108243379527014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/7805108243379527014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/7805108243379527014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/02/enrichment-day-yesterday-d-was-fun-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-7427617456721763835</id><published>2007-02-25T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:56:38.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gawd. tmr there's school and i'm just gonna sleep throughout the day =.="&lt;br /&gt;cant take it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy, my stupid results just making me even more stressed.&lt;br /&gt;ahh well. just play soccer tmr ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had been an extremely short post. IF YOU BUAY SONG, please call 1900-i-dont-give-a-fuck for enquires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-7427617456721763835?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/7427617456721763835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=7427617456721763835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/7427617456721763835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/7427617456721763835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-9021412283400649376</id><published>2007-02-23T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:52:22.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes. i'll prolly update on the sakae sushi trip which approximately happened 742022 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;and i have a tourney tmr. wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-9021412283400649376?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/9021412283400649376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=9021412283400649376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/9021412283400649376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/9021412283400649376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-8979666205410494305</id><published>2007-02-23T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:47:20.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pfft? 66.3% average for 5 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;I SUCK MAN T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;walls have ears , and so do i .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;now there ain't any possibilities no more .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;seems like i finally got the picture .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but its ironic ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;how could someone not understand him/herself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ignorance or purpose ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;that's the final question that i still don't understand .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but i guess , since the truth is clear ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;why bother about the reasons ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;dilemma-ed ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;sometimes that lil part of me goes through the past .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;telling me things aren't what they seem to be .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i'll force myself to push them away .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;fuck , i've had enough .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i wonder whether that day will ever come .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but still , reality holds .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;as my hands grab on to a support that never existed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and to my good friend / brother ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you know who you are .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;once again , arigato .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;its been only awhile since i've known you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but you've helped me too much ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;as if i'm really a real younger brother to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;when you told me about your future ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i really didn't know what to think .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i simply owe you too much ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i don't wanna lose the chance of repaying you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;to let you see the results of your effort .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i don't know .. you're gonna be gone soon .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;will you ever be back ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;perhaps we won't know .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but i'll be praying each day for a miracle to happen .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'm sure the heavens wouldn't be so unfair .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-8979666205410494305?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/8979666205410494305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=8979666205410494305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/8979666205410494305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/8979666205410494305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/02/pfft-66.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-1775920859606571369</id><published>2007-02-08T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:08:41.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i stand alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-1775920859606571369?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/1775920859606571369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=1775920859606571369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/1775920859606571369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/1775920859606571369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-stand-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-7862065579985567351</id><published>2007-02-03T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:08:01.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TADA! 325 are the double champs X))&lt;br /&gt;Rugby and soccer champs!! Lalala&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early and went to the ulu ulu tanglin field, you know, ulu as in you see these kind of places in kidnapping shows and such. First match, 1st minute, slided to try to stop junteng, got pwned instead , now my ankle is as huge as an apple =.=" Can hardly walk man.&lt;br /&gt;We won thanks to a great individual goal by yours truly :D&lt;br /&gt;lalala joking. But i scored a 30m shot with my left foot. GIVE ME 100 MORE TRIES AND I'D NEVER SCORE AGAIN MAN. It must be fate that we beat 335! :D&lt;br /&gt;After the tournament, i went with gabriel, youwei, ryan , eman, jeremiah , yuanzhang, keith, alastair, jonathan to taka. WITH A FUCKING SWOLLEN ANKLE I WALKED TO GLENEAGLES and took a bus, after which we alighted at fareast and it was more walking. We ate seoul garden and it was hilariously funny !! AHAHAHAHA. We had like 1kg of raw food which we couldn't finish so we covered it with a plate and ran off ;D&lt;br /&gt;We then went to popular with youwei and then went back home XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala champs (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-7862065579985567351?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/7862065579985567351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=7862065579985567351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/7862065579985567351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/7862065579985567351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/02/tada-325-are-double-champs-x-rugby-and.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-5461982090978172431</id><published>2007-02-02T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:41:10.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Love means giving someone the ability to hurt you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;But trusting that they won't . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i believed , i trusted .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;hoping that i wouldn't be the one ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;who would let history repeat once again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;till the very end ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i didn't give up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;struggling with the pain of the scars ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;pushing all the blame at myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i refused to believe you were like this .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i tried every way to think of the positives ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;refusing to believe ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;that what i was warned to be true .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;yet i realized i was grabbing hold onto nothing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;now that everything's out ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i finally understand .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;don't tell me that i'm wrong ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you never gave me a reason .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;sorry . again ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;for everything .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and thank you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;for all the memories .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;a feeling not felt for a long time ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;gone with the wind within the blink of an eye .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and his heart is locked .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;he refuses to believe anymor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing ever remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;cry myself a river. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-5461982090978172431?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/5461982090978172431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=5461982090978172431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5461982090978172431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/5461982090978172431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-means-giving-someone-ability-to.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-789265392406053325</id><published>2007-02-01T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:05:32.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHOW YOUR GOING DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;YOU GET ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid maths test didn't get what i wanted. and then stupid chow gets full marks.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR YOU'RE GOING DOWN LIKE THE REST OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-789265392406053325?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/789265392406053325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=789265392406053325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/789265392406053325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/789265392406053325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/02/chow-your-going-down.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-6995854897478760463</id><published>2007-01-31T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:12:48.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 226px; height: 168px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/51585536965l-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken key (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 346px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/51576437928l.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear world. This is not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not done yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-6995854897478760463?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/6995854897478760463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=6995854897478760463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/6995854897478760463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/6995854897478760463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/imghttpi72.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-8740141250385960628</id><published>2007-01-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:22:42.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;each night when i sleep ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'll always wish to dream again ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;hoping once again ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'll never wake up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but it always ends up with cold sweat and tears ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ouch .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl you know i miss you so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i didn't know you had to go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you’ve had enough of our distance baby&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before i had the chance to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm staying with you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the rest of my life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don’t keep telling me these words &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you don’t know how much it hurts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i’ll promise you eternity &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you promise me you'll stay &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but now it’s too late &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i’m no longer the man that i was &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will go on without her &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like a fool who’s too sure &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i’m like a bird who’s lost her wing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a fire without its flame &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don’t know how to be strong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when my life has to move on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am a song without a soul &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now that she’s gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what’s left of us is this song &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is our song without a soul &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now that you’re gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what’s left of us is this song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-8740141250385960628?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/8740141250385960628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=8740141250385960628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/8740141250385960628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/8740141250385960628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/each-night-when-i-sleep-ill-always-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-3198255721015614563</id><published>2007-01-29T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:19:00.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gonna be top in class. And no one, i'm telling you, and i mean NO ONE IS GONNA STOP ME.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambate jiajing xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;heh on tuesday played soccer with my 206 and some other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was desperate for sushi so i made soonkiat, daniel, eman, and darren eat sakae with me x)) Darren went to the dentist and met us later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eman +  Daniel went home to change b4 meeting us at Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and soonkiat went to jurong point first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the stupid part, the bus had no shit air- conditioning. It was like global warming time s ten :(&lt;br /&gt;It was torture, i rather pay that 55cents and GIVE ME SOME AIRCON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;No service number :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/Image120.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The door was open throughout the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/Image118.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/Image119.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just couldn't stop eating luhh. So i went home needing a larger pant size :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic came over and gave eman a birthday present. Geez what kind of friend am i man! i didnt even know =/ Sorry eman. SO HERES YOUR BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$80.25 for 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw GST + Service Charge, paid an extra 15% :(&lt;br /&gt;But soon later would be 17% more, so its still worth it. Or at least i use that excuse to comfort myself XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/Image123-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS thats chopsticks on my nose (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/Image122.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at gay darren :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/Image121.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-3198255721015614563?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/3198255721015614563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=3198255721015614563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/3198255721015614563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/3198255721015614563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-gonna-be-top-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-2293763266845508417</id><published>2007-01-28T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T19:10:58.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi peoplings :D&lt;br /&gt;i had soooooo much fun at camp challenge. SOOO MUCH FUN I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE x))&lt;br /&gt;I shared a room with nick, jeremy, samuel, ballzee, wenjie and lucas.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA the tai di, the macs at 3am, just too much.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed out till 5am and some didn't even sleep. BROKE EVERY DARN RULE  THERE IS IN THE BLOODY RULE BOOK!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Crashed the bloody canteen to play midnight soccer, climbing on the roof outside the dorms, stealing tiramisu chocs from the staff kitchen! just couldn't stop shouting like headless monkeys ;D&lt;br /&gt;First day was really really long, all the motivational talks and all.&lt;br /&gt;ordered macs&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;We were sneaking upon the doggard security guard sleeping in his tiny cute little booth&lt;br /&gt;Mcspicies was the sacrificial item for our extreme hunger :D&lt;br /&gt;played tai di ,bluff and alotalotalotalot of crapping. Note the extreme RANDOMNESS!! Just too fun.&lt;br /&gt;hey my name is sam and i pushed ballzee at 4am cause i think he's more handsome than me!! I also think i'm a really cool skater :)&lt;br /&gt;The second night really wasted&lt;br /&gt;fat teo patrolled the corridors and made us off the lights :[&lt;br /&gt;So in darkness everyone fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lucas was sleeping beside me and fucking pushed me off the bed!! Anyway nick had competition so i figured it was good this way so we all slept to daybreak.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted.&lt;br /&gt;hi my name is lucas and I sleeptalk.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was just normal activities and nick came back from the southzone competition and sji THRASHED fairfield badminton 5-0 !!&lt;br /&gt;heheh&lt;br /&gt;Then we stayed up again and crashed the canteen again.&lt;br /&gt;ordered macs again and nick and sam both had 20 piece nuggets. foah ballzee got sam super pissed by stealing his nugget without asking.&lt;br /&gt;We sneaked out to eastcoast and played tai di to the cool sea breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Its just too much fun for a post to cover luhh x)&lt;br /&gt;lalala my name is jeremy and i think i'm a great leader&lt;br /&gt;i can't pivot the boat any better than spongebob can (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-2293763266845508417?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/2293763266845508417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=2293763266845508417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/2293763266845508417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/2293763266845508417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi-peoplings-d-i-had-soooooo-much-fun_28.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116946529579642660</id><published>2007-01-22T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:28:15.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt; i brought you smiles , yet i took them away .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanna make you smile , no matter what it takes =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala wednesday got camp at marine parade, its gonna be fun, don't think much sleep would be involved. Heard 326 ordered macs to the place and got totally screwed for it. And then they also sneaked out and got caught by the police =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well back to homework. Its no fun but i want first in class XDXDXD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116946529579642660?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116946529579642660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116946529579642660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116946529579642660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116946529579642660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-brought-you-smiles-yet-i-took-them.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116920272048281966</id><published>2007-01-19T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:32:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Erm just came back from training and coach cfmed im going t2 with juniie ^^ i smell a medal. And erm mr tung is going extremely fast, faster than all the other classes, i'm scared =/&lt;br /&gt;But the test i got 18.5/25 for? only 3 other ppl and 4 ppl in ashwin's class passed. WOOTS. Now very tired, but still have to go out to celebrate my grandmother's 67th birthday.( Its a guess =x)&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes i've yet to get cao ge's album, think i'll get it on saturday lala. Not burning until i've had enough of the disc x))&lt;br /&gt;TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes , i am a fool .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;there's a reason why i always call myself jiajing baka .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;everyone's been telling me not to wait .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;not to hope for something that'll never happen .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;yes , maybe its true .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;why wait for something that isn't gonna come back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;why wait ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;when the feeling she has is long gone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;when all i can sense is the irritance and the ignorance .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;where did all the feelings go ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i don't know .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i guess its obvious enough .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;now , i mean nothing to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you can't be bothered about me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i wonder whether ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you'd even spare some time to pass by my blog .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i guess not .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;sleepless days and nights ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;trying to piece the puzzles together .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;trying to find out how you felt ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;since you wouldn't tell me yourself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i guess i've finally understood .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i don't need an explanation anymore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;your actions are enough to show me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you wouldn't even try to prove me wrong ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;what else can i say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it hurts ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;trying to force yourself into a state of denial ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;yet realizing you can't do it ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;that your heart is in pain ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;struggling to hold on to what's left .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the memories , the smiles .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;wanting it all to come back ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;finally realizing everything was really just a dream .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but no matter how hard you try ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you realize you can't get back again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;suddenly so afraid of being lonely .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;in the middle of the night ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;when everyone is soundly asleep ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and all that's left is my own shadow ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the thoughts in my mind trigger the scars to bleed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;sometimes i wish to sleep and never wake up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but i remember what i promised .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and sometimes i wish to continue on .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but reality just pains too much to be accepted .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;until this very moment .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i've never blamed you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;to you it might have just been a fantasy ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;something that you would be able to end anytime .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i wish upon the stars .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;that one day you'd wake up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i know you've been waiting for me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;maybe for months ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and you've never failed to lend me a shoulder when i needed one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;maybe your way might be crude ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but i appreciate the thought .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;dont treat me so nice le .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it isn't worth it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'm just like what you call me ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;an asshole .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'm not worth for you to wait ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'm not worth for you to care for .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;don't waste your time le ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;my heart is with someone else .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and most probably it'll never change .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you're really a nice girl .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i hope you'll find someone much better than me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;someone who'll truly appreciate you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and it won't be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116920272048281966?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116920272048281966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116920272048281966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116920272048281966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116920272048281966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/erm-just-came-back-from-training-and.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116911042294660406</id><published>2007-01-18T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:53:42.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didnt update ytd cause was busy with my sleep x))&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently starting to mug cause sec 3 important year ^^&lt;br /&gt;Just went gym with emman and then it started to rain. And i went bonkers walking to the bus-stop screaming like a doofus in the rain. IT WAS FUN!! x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like a dream when i first saw you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the first time i realized ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i couldn't help but look at you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;standing alone ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;looking so innocent and gentle .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it was then ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;that feeling surged through my heart .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i felt a feeling that i didn't felt for a very long time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;at that moment i wished to see your smile .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;my heart trembled ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i didn't dare .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;yet when you made that first move ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i felt shocked , yet glad at the same time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;time seemed to fly after i got to know you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;we were getting closer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but deep in my heart ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the scars of my past haunted me terribly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;once again , you took the first step .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i believed in you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and took a step out of my deep slumber .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;that was when our dream started to happen .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;time flew once again ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and this time it was even faster .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i felt as if i was flying without wings ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;in my dream ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i never wanted to wake up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i remember the first milkybar i gave you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the first time i sent you back home ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the piggie straps ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the first time i held your hand ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and the first time i whispered those words into your ears .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;even though it isn't much ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;all the beautiful memories still remain in my mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'm sorry ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;if i did stress you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i won't blame you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you weren't sure of your feelings .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i wouldn't want you to be sad for me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;since your heart isn't there ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i guess i'll have to let you go .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i hope you'll be happier this way .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i still want to see your smile .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;please .. take care of urself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;don't skip meals ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and don't owaes play games till you're lazy to eat .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;if you don't eat ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;how would you have the energy to concentrate ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;on ur sch work or games ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;stay happy , kaes ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;my broken dream ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;with the shattered pieces .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;my eyes hurt ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;my heart bleeds .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but you're still that dream that i'll never forget .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i made a promise to walk you through ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i'll still be there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;no matter how much it pains .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i won't ever forget .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;that feeling that came into me ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;when i first saw you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i'll never stop following my heart .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'll still be there for you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;whenever you need me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;aishiteru .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;miss you , bird .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116893829747013121</id><published>2007-01-16T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:00:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we had lessons as usual. Got back my math and higherchinese test and got 18.5/25 and 41/70 respectively, which kinda suck real bad. Sigh, guess i have to work harder. After school we played soccer, and i lost my temper again and turned into a bastard. Sigh, trying to control but it got worse &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember awhile back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when I was at a bus stop .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waiting for a bus .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my heart was unsteadily beating .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought it was fine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but  i guess what you said was true .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe it was another infatuation after all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried to lead ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried to show .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though it was hard as the ignorance was present ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried my best , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though it didn't seem right to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i guess it was another try of single handed clapping ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just that i didn't know that i was hitting it on a wall .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too many times comes the pain ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;followed by the tears .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baka jiajing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116893829747013121?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116893829747013121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116893829747013121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116893829747013121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116893829747013121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-we-had-lessons-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116884829927854357</id><published>2007-01-15T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:04:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;when i thought all was lost ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i told myself to think through again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;listening to different views ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and spending hours staring at the ceiling .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i've finally realize where we'd went wrong .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but all's been said and done .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;time can't be turned back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but we can only try to make the future better .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;trust ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;faith ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;understanding .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;without these , everything would fail .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;dar , i noe you wouldn't want me to say this .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but i'd still have to say ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'm sorry .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;duibuqi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i've turned around and explained ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;realizing everything was my fault .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;yet i didn't know i was blind at that time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but now , i'm clear of what i'm gonna do .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;thanks for the smiles ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;thanks for the chance for us to be once again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;hopefully you still remember what i told you ! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and nothing will go wrong if we do so .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;perhaps this was one of the obstacles ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;that was predestined to happen on us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;if that's the case ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;we've proven that it failed to make any impact on us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;lets move on together .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'll be right beside you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i promise . ^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i love you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;my baby/bird/pig :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116869923141536857</id><published>2007-01-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:40:31.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;o many things in my mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;so little air to breathe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;so many things i wanna write out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but i just don't have the energy to .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the whole world just seemed to turn cold .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;my hair is standing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it seems like there ain't any warmth no more .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;energy drained away from my body .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;all i know now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;is that my heart hurts .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it bleeds ; and the scars sting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;add on the tears , it hurts more .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i chose to let go .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and once again ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it was without a reason .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i had no explanation .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i wasn't asked to stay .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;all i saw was bye , thanks , sorry .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and the next moment i saw you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;happily playing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;nobody understands my pain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i can't find anyone to pull me back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i wish to sleep .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and never wake up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i know the truth would hurt .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i'd never wanna accept them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;please .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;don't wake me up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116869923141536857?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116869923141536857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116869923141536857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116869923141536857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116869923141536857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-many-things-in-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116860137289410233</id><published>2007-01-12T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:30:56.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;There is inevitable conflict between majority rule and minority rule. Conflict is an ever-present part of human life, and one of ruling parties, in general. The side of the majority rule wants one thing and the side of the minority rule wants another. One person wants one thing and another person wants another thing. Both parties can not rule at once, so a struggle of some sort must ensue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;However, in Albert Einstein’s case, it was totally different. It was definitely not a case of minority rule against majority rule; it was him against society, who had labeled him a ‘failure’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;He was unable to speak until the age of three. As a young man, some teachers were even convinced that he was actually disabled because he was unable to become fluent in German until he was 9 years old. It is believed that a teacher once told him that he would “never amount to anything in life”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Unlike many kids, who would give the answer that first comes to their mind, Einstein would tackle every aspect of the question and give an opinionated answer, but that, gave him the label as someone who is mentally slow and unsociable. Growing up, he was always looked down by all his classmates, and was never given the chance to prove himself. Society didn’t accept him, and it was a case of majority labeling him as ‘the retarded boy who would never come to any good.’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Albert Einstein was dismissed by his teachers as being “slow and lazy”; however that was not the case and the world was there to witness that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;“I am not a genius, I am just passionately curious,” that was what Einstein said. He was extremely passionate about physics and math since young. He never wanted money or fame but only to make life better for others and to pursue his love of science and math and to always learn more about the world. He was never satisfied with the results and always wanted to learn more or go further with this findings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Although he did not talk until the age of three, he displayed a strong sense of curiosity, and the ability to understand difficult mathematical concepts. Einstein’s thinking was so unorthodox such that he was able to theorize many ideas that advanced physics in a revolutionary way. Einstein made many contributions to society and many of his theories were based on relativity, which affected the world today. His name is associated with genius and is know is almost every household even though his inventions and discoveries are not always fully understood. The man who was once initially suspected of being mentally retarded is now considered to be a genius in today’s society. Without him, the world we know today would not be the same and such simple things such as television and the personal computer would not be here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;He went on to make many more fascinating discoveries and became the world’s number one scientist and Nobel Prize winner in physics, proving the world wrong in the process. He changed the lives of many and completely revolutionized the world. He was no longer ‘the retarded boy who would never come to any good.’ He was the man who changed the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Majority is always right? Not quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See majority isn't always right, alex still has a chance =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i wrote that but copying and pasting stuff of the internet. Too bad for the rest of you i'm simply a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116860137289410233?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116860137289410233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116860137289410233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116860137289410233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116860137289410233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-is-inevitable-conflict-between.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116850570042995804</id><published>2007-01-11T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:55:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;walking home this morning ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the sky was bright ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but a drizzle was falling from above .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and it seemed to fuse with those mixed feelings in me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;my past -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;a time where i used to call it "our story" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;now , it remains in my mind as "my memories" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;many scars it had left on me ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;yet they weren't there for nothing ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;valuable lessons learnt .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it was my mistake ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i was too selfish .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i had my share of attention ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;yet i wished for perfection .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and the road to it led me to despair .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the present -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;a new beginning ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;a new chance ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and a new story to be started .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;at the start , it seemed impossible .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;looking from afar ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i knew that those moments that i imagined ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;could only appear in my dreams .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;unexpected as it was ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i felt my dream starting to come true .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;bearing in mind the lessons learnt ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i took a step forward ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;cautiously ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;trying to discover you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and never had it felt so real .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it was all sweet at the start .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i thought to myself ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i couldn't expect much more than this .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the past appeared in my mind ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;everytime i tried to make any move .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;each time i wanted to make things happen ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the scars would warn me of not to let history repeat itself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i thought it was fine ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i thought time would slowly melt away the ice .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but in the end ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it didn't seem to be much help at all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;things seemed unchangable .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ignorance fell against insecurity ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;insecurity led to confusion .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i couldn't help thinking , wondering ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;what really was on your mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;at first thought ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i really didn't wanna believe the first thing that came to my mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but suddenly i realized ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;maybe it was true along .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;reality has to be faced ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;running away isn't a solution .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you wish for an everlasting relationship ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i would want it too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it takes two hands to clap ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and two hearts to love .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;its easy to achieve an everlasting relationship .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;as long as no one lets go , its possible .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but you need to understand ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it takes both sides .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;what's the point of having an everlasting relationship ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;when the feelings aren't there ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it isn't hard for others to understand you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it's just that when they do ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you insist on your thoughts ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;when you're not even sure of what you're feeling .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;think again ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;love me ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;or not wanting to let me go ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;they're two totally different feelings .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;maybe you went through too much in your life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;perhaps your past was somehow rough like mine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and this time , you're sure that i wouldn't hurt you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;yes , you're that sure , thats why you chose me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but was the feeling there for you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;please understand the difference ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;of the feeling of security and the feeling of love .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you said you were afraid ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i believed your every word .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i gave you time ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;hoping that you'd slowly open up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and then you told me your fear was gone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but yet you remained the same .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i stood there staring blankly into space ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;confused by your actions ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;contradicting your words .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but now that i've realized it ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i have to let you understand .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'm sorry to say this but ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the reason isn't your fear ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but the reason is that you wanted me ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you hoped for an everlasting relationship with me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but it was because you knew i wouldn't hurt you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and not because you felt the same as i did .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'm sorry ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;that you had to force yourself ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;to do things that you didn't want to .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;you said you didn't mind ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but i know you did all those just to prevent me from being sad ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and not that you'd understood things .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;thinking about it ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i guess i've finally understood you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i've finally explained my own doubts ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'm not confused anymore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i hope you'd try to understand yourself better .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;follow your heart , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and not your mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;but even if all this was true ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it doesn't mean that i've given up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i still won't ever forget that first day ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;when the image of you kept appearing in my mind ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;refusing to disappear .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'll never forget that feeling ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;when i felt as if my dream came true .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;if things became impossible ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'd still wanna be your best friend ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;still being there for you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;like what i'm doing now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i promised that i'd walk you through ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;no matter how tough the road is .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and i still will ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;whether i'm with you , or whether i'm not .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'll still love you for what you are ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and not what you're gonna become .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;maybe one day when you finally understand ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and you really feel something in your heart ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i'll be waiting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;maybe now its time for me to be guided ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;can someone save me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;can someone tell me what i should do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;my mind tells me to let go ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;my heart reacts with pain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohh and yes. iphone is out. But next year then come singapore :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116850570042995804?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116850570042995804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116850570042995804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116850570042995804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116850570042995804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/walking-home-this-morning-sky-was.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116832918921370507</id><published>2007-01-09T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T15:53:09.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i'm no longer feeling sad. Damn those moodswings.Suddenly you just feel like there is nothing for you to look forward to and for no apparent reason, you feel sad, then a few minutes later, you feel extremely happy. Its just extremely weird, maybe i need Dr.Philibert to examine me. &lt;br /&gt;And oh yes, yesterday during PE lye went bonkers. We were brought to LT1 under the excuse of a so-called important briefing, but we ended up listening to a ppt presentation we listen to every year,things like 'healthy diet', 'regular exercise' all reappeared once again. Apparently, lye felt everything the teacher was saying was funny and so he developed this strange laughing disorder and was attacking as though he's having a episode. So the bolding new PE teacher got him to stand up and asked for his name. This is where lye got extremely spastic. &lt;br /&gt;"What is your name"&lt;br /&gt;"hfahsf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh? Come again?"&lt;br /&gt;"dfsaojd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You better say it properly of you stand up for the rest of the lesson"&lt;br /&gt;"afsakd!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how goofy can one get? Well he had to meet the bolding ah gong during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 206 has just raided 334's recess table, all rights are reserved. And has been copyrighted, chopped TWO OH SIX ONLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116832918921370507?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116832918921370507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116832918921370507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116832918921370507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116832918921370507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-im-no-longer-feeling-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116809610525804545</id><published>2007-01-06T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:08:25.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally know why i feel so sad. Hmm she's ignoring me. Guess i'm pretty worthless to her. I once had her, didn't cherish her, and its all too late. Ahh well that is that. I got tuition tmr and i haven't started on my work yet, so i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;And yes how could i forget something so important. I haven't set my resolutions for the new year yet! You and i both know that usually these so-called resolutions are just for show. 90 percent of the time, the resolutions aren't met. But heck, for the sake of it, i shall make a list :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lessen the time which i use the comp, and spent the time i have using the computer to do physics and chemistry research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat less fries and drink less coke, that also includes less mac-ing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Read more chinese books to improve my standard of chinese. Which for your info is as bad as an china national speaking english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Refrain from watching 1 hour or more of television, including soccer matches, which means no late nights in front of the television eating until i gain 5kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep earlier and wake up earlier as it makes me much more healthy, as least that is what the doctors tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Try not to make my teachers mad, that includes handing in my homework on time and less talking and more action in class. Also, i must also suck up to them and say that they are very beautiful, yes even to the old-hairy-whitehaired male teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it doesn't take a genius at all to realise that the 6 resolutions i made is complete bullshit. Instead, i wanna do more of the 6 things i listed. More fries, more coke, more tv, thats heaven. But this new year, i have 1 real resolution, i have a point to prove you see. That is to complete and hand in my homework in time, that is, without copying from anyone. Well, it might not come through, but.. i try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking back at the past year, things have been lost and gained, tears shed, blood loss, pain endured, but at the end of the day i look back and have all those fond memories. The tau pok everyday after school, the ACE camp, the exchange of vulgarities everyday during class the beijing exchange programme. These things may not be pretty, but they are definately worth remembering. I don't think i'll ever forget year 2006, a special year, in every aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscence 206'06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116809610525804545?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116809610525804545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116809610525804545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116809610525804545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116809610525804545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-finally-know-why-i-feel-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116798178746037761</id><published>2007-01-05T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:23:07.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay nothing to post about. School life is boring. Love life is boring. Virtual life is even worse. I've been bloody banned from using the computer as much i used to and that sucks. Yes i admit i was addicted but that was only during the holidays. Let me ask you. A person wakes up, eats and goes back to sleep, and that was almost his daily routine. I'm sure that was the routine for many people and you don't see them getting scolded for wasting life away sleeping throughout the day and computer games players always get the stick for TIME WASTING. You see, we are actually saving time; and the environment too. Sleeping is just pure time wasting, at the end, after you wake up, what do you get? Nothing but headaches. If we go out like everyday, that is equal to more plastic wastage when we buy bus-tickets, sweets, movie tickets, ITS A BLOODY WASTE OF PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;LoL i really sound extremely unreasonable. but heck, i'm always right xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116798178746037761?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116798178746037761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116798178746037761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116798178746037761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116798178746037761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-nothing-to-post-about.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116790349503365732</id><published>2007-01-04T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:38:15.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm school has just restarted but yet i still find myself extremely troubled, the reason? Still rather unknown. Things haven't been going for me at all, and i cant help but feel kind of depressed at times.  Perhaps it was the overload of fries during the hols, or maybe it was the burgers. But anyhow, i still feel a great lack of motivation to do anything. But i'm looking forward to this calender, a few great milestones to look forward to, and perhaps, change my mood, which has been constantly experiencing moodswings these days. Maybe its just all that angst inside me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dumb chemistry teacher ; so its hard not to fail.&lt;br /&gt;I have a fat pig as my canoeing teacher-in-charge; its hard not to fall sick on training days.&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps i should just suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm maybe not. i havent eaten enough of fries and sushi yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahh well, all i can do is just let time take its toll and let nature take place. Maybe, just maybe i might feel better. But there are somethings that i really want and look forward to this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Man Utd beating chelsea and completing a treble, something that can be achieved rather easily if we continue to play the way we are playing. Btw its already 50 goals  in the league.&lt;br /&gt;SO EAT YOUR HEART OUT CHELSEA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The ending of the canoeing nationals. So now i'd just train hard to finish the nationals, and after that, no more canoeing. Never. Fat teo you have tortured me enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The soccer-interclass in february, sadly to say, its ours to lose. AHHHA i'm such a cocky bastard. But too bad xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Playing maple again. Its a game i can never forget. Call it childish, call it a waste of cash, call it whatever you like but i still like it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese new year = revenue = new bag = better mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The release of the new mr. bean movie opening in mid june. Goodie, there's nothing like mr bean for just shear entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i miss 206 alot. Yes thats the same bunch of idiots that made 3 teachers walk on of class on the same day. Yeah the same bunch that you see on youtube squashing each other and jumping off chairs. The same bunch that never cleans their plates after eating. The exact one that has a special place in my heart. We went through everything, including 2 years of miss tan, so what else is impossible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116790349503365732?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116790349503365732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116790349503365732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116790349503365732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116790349503365732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2007/01/hmm-school-has-just-restarted-but-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116734955035441880</id><published>2006-12-29T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:45:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Later will be going out with foosk and all to watch deathnote : the last name and play pool after that. I heard i'm suppose to like cut my hair, which is looking more and more akin to a bush as days go on.  Hmmm, i've got zero enthusiasm for the re-opening of school, which is for sure gonna trigger much angst in me. You know, mood swings ? xD&lt;br /&gt;And yes. Yesterday i was minding my own business watching tv when my youngest brother went wild shouting. "Er Ge is a SJI boy!Er Ge is a SJI boy!"&lt;br /&gt;Ahh great, now we both attend the same school, which basically makes it fights x 2, quarrels x2 and violence x2. And so we were thinking what cca he should join. Firstly, canoeing is out. There's no way my brother is gonna fall for the evil trap of fat teo like i did. He wanted badminton, but wait, look at that sling on that left arm, which cca can he possibly tryout for? So i guess its UGO for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yes, something else.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE INDONESIA.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE INDONESIA.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE INDONESIA.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE INDONESIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nono, that has no link with ryan being from surabaya. Its just that now, due to the STUPID INDONESIA EARTHQUAKE, EVERYTIME I ENTER A GAME, FIRST THING PEOPLE SAY BECOMES : LAGGER! KICK THE LAGGER!&lt;br /&gt;My poor old internet, fallen in the hands of surabaya :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116734955035441880?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116734955035441880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116734955035441880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116734955035441880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116734955035441880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/12/later-will-be-going-out-with-foosk-and.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116669725995667952</id><published>2006-12-21T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:45:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;卓文萱 &amp; 曹格-梁山伯与茱丽叶&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/l76JPwtIvpk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is cute.&lt;br /&gt;The guy is cute.&lt;br /&gt;Well not exactly but heck, i love this song anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梁山伯与茱丽叶词&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲:曹格&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;专辑:习惯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心唱首歌给你听&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌词是如此的甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是我害羞我没有勇气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对你说一句我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么你还是不言不语&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道(是)你不懂我的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管你用什么方式表明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会对你说我愿意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千言万语里 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有一句话能&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;表白我的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千言万语里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有一句话就 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能够让我们相偎相依&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你你是我的茱丽叶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;茱丽叶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我愿意变成你的粱山伯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福的每一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;浪漫的每一夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不放开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你你是我的罗密欧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;罗密欧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我愿意变成你的祝英台&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福的每一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;浪漫的每一夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;美丽的爱情祝福着未来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么你还是不言不语&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不言不语&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道是你不懂我的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不管你用什么方式表明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会对你说我愿意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm holidays are nice. Call me a pig if you want but this few days has been eat,sleep,shit &amp;amp; play. Sleep at 2am wake up at 11am and play till 8pm and watch television till 2am and sleep again. Somehow i just wanna scream "IM LOVING IT". But but but, holidays are drawing to and end, which means school.&lt;br /&gt;DANG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116669725995667952?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116669725995667952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116669725995667952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116669725995667952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116669725995667952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/12/play.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116627839161254056</id><published>2006-12-16T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:21:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;funtwo canon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/HOz3Qgr3-Po" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness. Bet your fingers cant even move that fast even when eating fries :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh ya on friday 8 musketeers from 206 met up at the school bus stop at 8am and went to play soccer. Hmm, its was bad from start to the end. Hey, i haven't played in two months alright, cut me some slack. After playing soccer we got all sticky and dirty so ryan, foosk,nick and egg decided not to go for the movie, leaving me,john,marvin and raymond to meet alex at plaza sing. There, we ambushed him when he entered the building. Before that we told him we were still playing soccer- at woodlands. As smart as he might think he is, he thought i was true and nearly wanted to take a bus to "meet" us at woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;We watched Casino Royale, so some lust and stuff, should label it as "Unsuitable for the young". But overall it was good movie. After it we went to 1 hour of lan and i went home, with fries as my buddy on the ardeous trip back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116627839161254056?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116627839161254056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116627839161254056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116627839161254056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116627839161254056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/12/funtwo-canon-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116609156531563695</id><published>2006-12-14T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:19:25.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i will post tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Yes i will&lt;br /&gt;yes i will&lt;br /&gt;yes i will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116609156531563695?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116609156531563695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116609156531563695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116609156531563695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116609156531563695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-i-will-post-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116523670923457794</id><published>2006-12-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:51:49.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i just realised that i haven't updated since i came back to singapore =/&lt;br /&gt;Well these days are nothing much except eating chips, getting fat and watching unlimited tv xD   Ohh come on, dont look at me like that. I mean, we pay for cable tv, so why waste a minute of it when you can not sleep and watch through the night? Its called scrimping, dude.&lt;br /&gt;Alright besides getting fat, choo rui zhi couldnt stop bugging me to go to training. GODAMMIT I JUST CAME BACK FROM CHEENA-LAND. And this time, alastair and hengyang joined in too, which makes it 3 times worse.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm i dont have time so i'll post a long one tmr okay?&lt;br /&gt;Yes i will&lt;br /&gt;Yes i will&lt;br /&gt;Yes i will&lt;br /&gt;Yes i will&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall not be lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116523670923457794?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116523670923457794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116523670923457794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116523670923457794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116523670923457794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-i-just-realised-that-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116446145954724162</id><published>2006-11-25T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:30:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay tmr going home! so excited to feel singaporean once again and not cheena. My buddy's family has been really nice to me and im grateful luh. Not too bad for a two-week stay i guess and i've grown to like this country. But afterall, im singaporean through and through and i just HAVE to stay in singapore. Hee. Okay so this morning we woke up at around 7.30am and had sausages for breakfast again. But it is YUMMY. And so we set off for some mountain with a temple on it. AND ZOMG it was SNOWING DAMMIT. Yes as in like snowflakes falling from the sky. In the city, it was just a slight shower of snow, but when we got to the mountain after an one-and-a-half hour journey, OMGWTFFISHCAKE ALL THE TREES WERE COVERED WITH SNOW. What a sight man. Then we walked and took some pictures, and quite honestly, its the best-looking place i've ever been to, well excepts food haven of course xD&lt;br /&gt;So we walked and walked and walked and came to a snowledge-ride-deathfacing-thingy. And i took it with my buddy. First you go ALLLLL the way the mountain and it was getting colder by the metre and my ears were as if someone just bit it. It was rather high and then we came down. BUT WHY WAS THERE A DRIVER AND HE WENT SO BLOODY SLOW AND KILLED ALL THE THRILL. But afterall it was still worth the time and money :D   EAT YOUR HEART OUR NOOBS!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to some never finishing flight of stairs which my buddy decribed it like its actually leading to heaven. We climbed and climbed and climbed and i was aching,cold and hungry. So i bugged them to climb down quickly. But the view up there was simply UNBELIEVABLE. Something which you can never ever see in singapore i afraid. It was a once in a lifetime experience and i loved it. Ya so we got down the mountain and found our car and went for lunch. We went to some restaurant, called "Yu Shi Fu" Which means fish master. There we caught our own fish in their small pond and they would cook dishes with the fishes we caught!! I was given the task of catching and so i caught one golden and 2 black fishys. And goodness all the food we had were all fish, BUT THERE WAS SASHIMI. FINALLY SOME KIND OF FOOD I SEE IN SINGAPORE. It was a nice meal and the best part was, it was bloody cheap. As in like, dirt cheap. 150 rmb for 10 dishes for 7 people. WHERE CAN YOU FIND SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN SINGAPORE? And then after a 2 and a half hour of car journey and plenty of sleeping on the way, we finally reached home and slacked.&lt;br /&gt;What a day huh?&lt;br /&gt;Im growing to like to like this place. But nah, i'd rather be at home. xD&lt;br /&gt;SEE YA ALL IN SINGAPORE TMR. AND YES I GET TO CATCH MANCHESTER UTD EXTEND THEIR LEAD TO 6 POINT WHEN THEY BEAT CHELSEA!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116446145954724162?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116446145954724162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116446145954724162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116446145954724162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116446145954724162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-tmr-going-home-so-excited-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116428528970808876</id><published>2006-11-23T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:34:49.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>erm ya, the last few days i was a bit lazy so i didnt post. SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;Today is officially the most boring day of life in beijing. So i woke up normal time, ate sausages for breakfast and went to school in a taxi with deyi and his buddy. It was the follow-your-buddy-to-class day so i followed him to class for 3 hours of lessons, 'nuff said already. But wait, there's more. THEY DONT REALISE THAT WE DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING.  And yes so me and junhong sat at the back of the class for three hours doing nothing but staring at the mozzies that were flying in the air. Ermm actually no. I was reading a book i bought yesterday night - L'Affaire. It's about an american lady in france and experiencing an avanlanche. Quite a nice read and i got to 1/4 of it during class. While i was slacking away, junhong was doing his artwork. DAMN HE'S GOOD. He was colouring a purple orchird which was SWEEEET. And of course he attracted plenty of attention and i really thought a riot was starting soon. We had history,english and chinese. History- They were studying european history. Dumb isnt it? China has 4000 years of bloody history and they study european history instead. It was about the french revolution i think, something about louis the sixteenth. I dont know cause i was bloody slacking at the back. And then english was just plain stupid. No it wasnt the low standard, but the bloody powerpoint was about GARFIELD. Yes its the same obese,lazy and dumbpieceofshit fatcat. That really turned me off totally. And to chinese. It was badbadbad or more badness. I couldn't understand the topic, let lone anything else luh. And then it was lunch time and today's food was ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Stop rubbing your eyes. You got it right. it was ALRIGHT. For once the canteen had served food that was edible, and one would not suffer for 10 years of guilt cause he just ate food fit for dogs only. And it was time for tabletennis again. We had to gather at 12.40 and the stupid lady in charge of the table insisted that she would only re-open the centre at 12.20, even after we asked a teacher to help us. STUPID OLD HAG DIE DIE DIE. She spent 20 minutes opening then closing the windows. Walked around, drew the curtains, sat down. Stood up, opened the windows and sat down again. HOW DUMB CAN ONE GET. Then she finally opened i really felt like biting her. After we played for 20 minutes we went to gather at the meeting room and we set off for tian tan, according to lee lye hin, was a temple for the emporeor to pray. And so after a 15 minute bus ride to tian tan, we started walking and the teacher who brought us on this trip asked us a question:&lt;br /&gt;"Ni men zhi dao zhe shi narh ge huang di jian de mah?"&lt;br /&gt;It means do you all know which emporeor built this?&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was an emporeor by my name so i said : " Jiajing"&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. It was ME WHO BUILT THIS TEMPLE THINGY THAT WAS 4 TIMES THE SIZE OF THE FORBIDDEN CITY. LOL. But then this bloody temple was just a bloody waste of space. Why is he so dumb and me so smart? LOL IM JUST JOKING LUH. And so we spent 2 hours walking pointlessly and aimlessly around the whole thing. Our legs numb, hands numb, face red. Killingtime, i think thats what you call it. And then we went back to the school and i went home to dinner. But before that i went to the shopping centre nearby and bought a xiangqi set. We passed by the supermarket and i was hungry. I bought a medium pack of spagetti flavoured lays chips. What kind of weirdish flavour is that? I also got 4 snickers and a pack containing 10 sausages. The pack of sausages only cost A FREAKING 5.50 RMB when i bought 1 rmb for each sausage in school! WTFWTFWTFBBQSTUPID CHEENA SCAMMERS.&lt;br /&gt;Okay tmr shopping day. Till then, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116428528970808876?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116428528970808876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116428528970808876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116428528970808876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116428528970808876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/erm-ya-last-few-days-i-was-bit-lazy-so.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116394353011446121</id><published>2006-11-19T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:38:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so today was the day we finally go to shop at wang fu jing. I was really excited cause i can buy clothes! So i woke up at 7am and had breakfast, it was sausages and quil eggs. There was this beef chilli on the table and i really like it but its rather spicy. Well as least i thought it was. When i went to the table for breakfast, my buddy's uncle was there and had one hand holding on to the chilli bottle and eating from it. He was just putting chilli after chilli into his mouth and was saying:&lt;br /&gt;"Zhe La Jiao Bu La, Hen Xiang"&lt;br /&gt;The chilli isnt spicy, its really fragant. Wth he eats chilli like he's eating rice. Ya so i proceeded to school on a taxi and this time i managed to pay the bloody fare. And so we gathered at the meeting room and when all 7 people were present we set off in cabs. For today, soggy's buddy and mr alvin chua joined us and i took a cab with julius, mr chua and egg. And we reached there, i wanted to go shopping-frenzy. BUT WTFMAN all the clothes there and even more expensive than in singapore. STUPID SCAMMERS!!! So i settled for buying vcds and dvds instead. So we proceeded to the DVD section of the bookshop and started going insane buying everything we could see and i ended up spending 300 yuan on games, vcds/dvds and music cds. Everything was so cheap. Vcds were going for 12 rmb, dvds 25 rmb. ITS JUST TOO CHEAP TO IGNORE. Then it was time to meet and me, emman and soggy were the only ones there so we decided to go to another bookshop and then buy moremoremore! I bought princess hours dvd set there! And whil emman tried to take down the CSI dvd set, the whole shelf collasped and all the vcds were all the floor. HAHAHAH STUPID COCK!! And so I went back disappointed. RAWR SCAMMERS WANG FU JING CHEENA-COCKHEADS. And I took a cab with julius, egg and deyi back to the school. We remembered lee lye hin telling us the school was at dong bian men, so we told the cabby that. When we got to dong bian men, it looked nothing like the school so we called lee lye hin to confirm.&lt;br /&gt;"No its XI bian men!"&lt;br /&gt;omg you asshole lee lye hin YOU TOLD US DONG BIAN MEN. So it was like totally in the other direction. We wasted around 15 mins time and the stupid fare rose to 33 rmb, which was still cheap BUT LEE LYE HIN YOU'RE AN ASS THROUGH AND THROUGH.&lt;br /&gt;So i went home and played CS till now and i blog. Nothing much today except for DVD OVERLOAD.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'll see you tmr! Then then, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116394353011446121?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116394353011446121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116394353011446121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116394353011446121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116394353011446121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-today-was-day-we-finally-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116385566137367737</id><published>2006-11-18T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:50:59.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="480" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/IMG_04331.jpg" width="482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="480" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/IMG_04371.jpg" width="477" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="480" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/IMG_04351.jpg" width="489" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="480" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/IMG_04261.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="480" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/IMG_04201.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="480" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/IMG_04901.jpg" width="499" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="480" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/IMG_04851.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="480" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/IMG_04811.jpg" width="388" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="480" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/IMG_04821.jpg" width="477" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116385566137367737?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116385566137367737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116385566137367737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116385566137367737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116385566137367737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116385260960527087</id><published>2006-11-18T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:26:57.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohh yay. So today i woke up later than usual at 8am. My buddy woke me up for no reason. I realised during my trip here that cheena people like to do things without reason. Like how the psycho cleaner on the street always barks at me randomly. I had quil eggs for breakfast, for once, something that i once ate at singapore. Okay then i played CS. I only found out he had CS yesterday and i played till 11am and then his mum came home. She cooked lunch,yummy as usual and then we headed for Gu Gong( The forbidden City). I wasn't half excited, cause i knew it was gonna be rather boring. Ya so we walked out of the neighbourhood and took a cab to Gu Gong. And yes we took many many pictures there and i can show them to you NOW cause my camera got lost and had to use my buddy's and he has the wire.&lt;br /&gt;Its wasnt as boring as i expected and was rather fun but tiring after walking alot with the bloody tourguide. You will see his assface here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/IMG_04221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes i look like a dumbfuck too. Cause of the bloody overwhelming sunlight. The place is bloody majestic, ridiculously huge and was rather fun. And i also saw many many nationals treasures that are priceless, using 1 ton of gold. WTFMAN. The place is bloody huge and we walked for three hours. I really how the tourguide can survive such a job, do nothing but bring strangers around the same thing over and over again for a measle sum of 200 RMB. And so after this we went to beihai gong yuan. Ate a few sausages and went to ride some kind of peddling boat kinda thing. We peddled for around half an hour and talk a cab back home. I played CS for awhile and then we went to DeJuQuan for peking duck! It was simply delicious but somehow expensive for beijing standards. And guess what? I ate the 115311867th duck the bloody 142 year old restaraunt served. LIKE OMGWTFFRIEDPEKINGBBQDUCK they served a 100million ducks to the cheena people. And so that was my day, quite eventful, as usual. I cant wait for tommorrow when i finally get to shop! Wang Fu Jing shopping street and there are many pickpockets there. ALL THE BLOODY THEIVES OUT THERE IF YOU NEED MONEY I CAN TREAT YOU TO A MACDONALD'S MEAL THERES NO NEED TO STEAL.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY TILL TMR, BYE~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116385260960527087?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116385260960527087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116385260960527087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116385260960527087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116385260960527087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/ohh-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116377130322758028</id><published>2006-11-17T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:48:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohh yes, finally, why i came to beijing for. The greatwall. Well not exactly but heck, i love walls. Which can prolly explain why i keep banging into them. So I reached the school at around 7.20am and the bloody meeting room was locked and we had to wait outside. I had beef steak for breakfast yet again, i really wonder why the cheena people eat so much for breakfast, why need so much energy for? I sleep late, i eat junk, i skip breakfast but you dont see me dying stupid cheena people. And I was exeptionally early today as me and my buddy took a cab and the traffic was rather smooth. I wanted to pay but he payed first. Argh, the buddies are all so nice. So Lee lye hin, where was he, was he late again? Nah this time he wanted us to fetch him from the school's high school. HE"S GOING OVERBOARDDDDD!!! So we picked him up at the high school and guess what? Some swedish people are joining us for the great climb!&lt;br /&gt;Swedish guy : "ASDNHDNANDMASDAND?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Ahh?"&lt;br /&gt;Swedish guy : " AMKDANKDNAKDNKDANKDNAKDNAKDNKDA!?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Umm. Ya"&lt;br /&gt;And he nods. Interesting people dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the great wall AND WTFBBQSAUCE IT WAS COLD. Something like 3 degrees. So a desperate housewife came over and asked if i wanted to buy gloves. I didnt care about the price and got one. Umm i got jacked in the end. 25 Rmb. I dont know and i dont care. Okay so we proceeded with the climb and i wanted to slack. I came to beijing to witness cheena people, eat, sleep and play. Not get all tired and sweaty. So i climbed abit and came down. But the view from up there is greeeeaatt and i even got a cert! It wrote : I have ascended the badaling great wall! but excuse me, i walked less than 600 metres. Yoo hoo!?&lt;br /&gt;Okay there were many small shops selling things. Or hacking people with their riduculous prices. But me julius soggy and marcus had sooo much fun bargaining, like reducing the price by 4 rmb which was like 80 cents. It wasn't about the money, it was a whole lot of satisfaction! And we went back to the foot of the wall and bought a fluke. We bargained from one costing 120rmb to 55 rmb. AINT I GOOD? And then some guy holding some magic cards came to us and showed us some dumb magic trick but we were all amazed and were totally convinced that we should buy one. And we bought 6 sets. What a utter waste of money you might say, but you think i give it a damn? Then as it was totally freezing outside, i went to a cafe and ordered hot chocolate. GODAMNIT WHAT ASSHOLES! It costed me 30 RMB! i can even get hot chocolate from starbucks with that price! JACKASSESCHEENAMANPEOPLECANDIEFORALLICARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;And then i bought a statue of the greatwall and a t-shirt with my name on it. It was all good until i realise something. I had lost my camera.&lt;br /&gt;"Jiajing make sure u DONOT lose the camera!"&lt;br /&gt;I knew i was dead. But i dont wanna talk about it and spoil my mood. So we went for lunch in some beijing resteraunt. AUTHENTIC it says on the outside. But the food was just insanely horrible. Even my salad taste better than that lah please. And i pmsed throughout the whole journey back caused i just knew how my mother was gonna react. But wth i just e-mailed her about that. I think she's like wanting to kill me now but she can. Ahh well so i went home with my buddy on deyi's buddy's mother's car and had GOOOOOOD FOOOOOODDD. I then realised he had CS. OMG I'VE been missing out on the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Alright tmr im going to gu gong, the place where there's a huge mao ze dong picture. WEEEE~~&lt;br /&gt;Till then. bYE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116377130322758028?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116377130322758028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116377130322758028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116377130322758028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116377130322758028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/ohh-yes-finally-why-i-came-to-beijing.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116368264915725667</id><published>2006-11-16T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:26:11.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so i woke up in the morning, groggy, and still feeling the strain of the basketball match in the cold yesterday. I went straight for the breakfast table, and guess what we were having for breakfast? Steak. As in like, a huge chunk of beef. And that was for breakfast. I ate half of the it and couldn't finish the rest of it cause i usually have zero appetite for food early in the morning and i dont have the habit of eating breakfast. So i set off for school, traumatised by the giant beef steak i had for breakfast. I shared a cab with Deyi and his buddy and the price only jumped once in something like a 3km's journey. It caused us 12 dollars, as in like, rmb. So it is like $2.40 sing dollars. OMGWTFFRIEDGARLICCHICKENWING. That is the boarding price for a cab in singapore! So unfair. We reached the school and there was a riot for who was gonna pay, me my buddy and deyi's buddy volenteered to pay, but deyi's buddy was nice, and insisted that he pay. WOW thats nice. So we gathered in the meeting room as usual and lee lye hin was late as usual. Sigh what a failure dont you think? We then set off for some jing ju class. Beijing opera. It was boring but not as boring as i expected. Then we set off to the ANTIQUE STREET. It was quite dirty and we walked for 1 hour and 45 mins but it was overall very rewarding. I bought two scrolls with calligraphy, one with my name, and the other for someone else. X))&lt;br /&gt;I got green tea biscuits, my mum told me to get something for my granny and i did. See i'm fillial, i told you didn't i? I also bought chops, chinese-kind of thing chop thingy. You engrave your name on it, and put it in ink, and chop, there you go, your name ! x)) I bought three, one for me, two for my brothers. I wanted to buy for my parents as well, but... um, i kinda forgot how to write their names in chinese. OOPS. Then we went back to school and had the dog poo at the school canteen. But today it was slightly better so i upgraded it to dog food. hahahA.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to some natural park place-zoo-birdpark thing. We took many many pictures of animals. You will see them when i get back to spore. HAHAHAHA. And junhong started going insane together with soggy started raping everyone. And me and julius had to start the anti-gay club and i was made vice-president, We were fighting jun hong and soggy who by then were starting to pickpocket people. Pickpocketing is fun!! So we walked and walked and walked and we came to a wall which had many ncie carvings on them. It was about the 3000 year history of china, so you can imagine how long the wall was. I took a short video of that and will upload when i get back to singapore. So after walking for like forever we finally got back to where we started. We thanked the tourguide person and went back to school and the coach. My bladder was bursting and the stupid coach still had to go up and down, up and down! RAWR. But luckily, i got a high tolerance level. HAHA. Then our buddies picked us up and we went to play basketball! And we beat the cheena-team! And i finally feel that i can actually play basketball and not get laughed at. And i went home and had dinner. I opened a can of "Beef Chilli" as i nvr heard of anything like that before and was curious to try some. I ate a bit, and OMGWTFPIECEOFSHIT it made my mouth explode, like literally. It was the most spicy chilli thing i ever had, but it was thrilling and good. Okay i'm going downstairs to play pool with my buddy! Till tmr, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116368264915725667?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116368264915725667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116368264915725667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116368264915725667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116368264915725667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-i-woke-up-in-morning-groggy.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116358945631602855</id><published>2006-11-15T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:17:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont get it, i just dont get it. Whats the big hoo-ha about tian an men all about? i mean, i expected more from something that required me to walk 20 mins to. But wth i got was a empty land, with a few statues here and there and the cheena flag, guarded by two dying-in-the-cold guards, and they really looked constipated. Tian An men, sounds so great and majestic. Ha, it was a just a bloody open piece of land with nothing, except the food booth =) which really made my day. I bought a packet of classic lays, some cheena raisin bread, cheena-brand orange juice &amp; get this, packet sausagy-luncheonmeaty-stick thing. Which suprisely was quite good. I took my first bite on the MRT back and WOW i got addicted, but it was already too late for me to go back to the food-booth to get more. Aww dammit. Tian An Men was bloody congested, the buses are congested that you can even smell what the person beside you had for breakfast, the mrt trains are congested. Simply said, cheena-places are all congested and gives you zero balls space. On the train back to the school, junhong, soggy and me decided to play a prank on Marc chan, the bloody dog. While me and junhong distracted him, soggy put his hand into his bag and took his camera. And marc, being an extreme idiot, didn't realise until we got off the mrt, when he shouted " OH SHIT I LOST MY CAMERA!! SHIT LAH ITS NOT MINE! ITS MY BUDDY'S!" oh man you should have been there to witness the look on his face. He immediately went white upon finding out he 'lost' his buddy's camera.  We returned and he was back to his old dumb self. We went to the school canteen and had our lunch. Which seriously, sucked bad. And if you noticed, this is the first time i said a food item was sucky. It shouldn't even be classified under the food category, it should have been under the 'laxatic' category. It was completely inedible. yucks. After that we went to play a bit of basketball. I went to the school's very own mama store and managed to find the same sausagey thingy! And i bought 10 cause one only cause 1rmb, which is 20 cents. And then to the relax room, where julius played chinese chess with one of the cheena people. I was watching as i opened my coke, and God, I forgot that i shook it and coke started bursting out of the bottle. Goodness i was all wet and had to clean up the floor. Luckily, some cheena-kukus were kind enough to help me out. THANK YOU! Then it came the boring part, we went together with our buddies to their classes. We had chinese,biology and PE. Their chinese lessons to me and junhong was like tamil, we didn't understand a single part of the whole damned lesson. I should really become an actor, i'm real good. I stared at the board throughout the lesson and guess what the teacher told me?&lt;br /&gt;"Ni Hen Hao, You Zhuan Xin Shang Ke!"  Which means you are good, you listened attentively in class. SEE I TOLD YOU I WAS GOOD. After that was biology, which was a real bore and i didn't understand anything yet again. And they were still doing viruses, something we did in sec one. So, out of extreme boredom, i started eating the sausages at the back of the class. It was really thrilling. But the thrilling part wasn't the eating part. It was the part where i try to hide the sausage from the teacher and the cheena-mafia. After lessons we gathered for a short meeting and went home, where a hot dinner was already prepared. And today, we had cheena- dumplings, which was really yummy. I opened a can which said "Beef Chili". I was like WOW i have to try this. I took abit and ate it with the dumpling. OMG EXPLOSION. It was honestly the spiciest chilli i have ever eaten, but who cares? Its fun and tasty! We had fruits, alot of fruits and now i'm here blogging. Today was quite a bore and i want moremoremore excitement! i cant wait for the shopping part. Till then, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116358945631602855?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116358945631602855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116358945631602855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116358945631602855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116358945631602855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-get-it-i-just-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116332747715004218</id><published>2006-11-12T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:42:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright another new skin. Its not that i enjoy changing skins, its really hard work you know. I tried experimenting with my old skin and the whole blog ended up black. Yes, as in like pitch black and no text could be seen. I tried really hard to get it back to normal, but it got worst. So i just used another skin.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr i'm waking up real early and going to the airport, heading for beijing, but the sad truth is, i'm not half happy. Well, i should be, really. A part of me wants to go to beijing, but the other part of me just knows that i'm gonna miss home, my bed, my family, the food. I mean, its two weeks on foreign land, if we stayed with my friends than it would not be a problem, but the thing is, its bloody HOMESTAY with my cheena-boy friend who came over to stay at my house around august. No i'm not exactly thrilled. You see, i can already imagine myself saying to his mum&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry Auntie i broke your vase" or&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry Auntie i secretly ate up your dinner" or&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry Auntie i cooked your pet dog for supper yesterday".&lt;br /&gt;China and Singapore is a total misbalance,&lt;br /&gt;A china boy + a singapore boy = strictly stoning only.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a SINGLE common topic with my china friend i can talk about. No, not even one pathetic topic. He likes table tennis, and gosh i don't wanna talk about how 'brilliant' i am at that. Its played with your legs right?&lt;br /&gt;I like soccer. And he? The last time we played soccer together he ate a shot right in his face and his nose started bleeding. I just know that the two weeks in his house is gonna get terribly awkward.&lt;br /&gt;He plays runescape and i play maple. I mean, we don't even have something that we can actually do together without one of us gettin extremely bored. He likes games such as chess, loves to sleep and hates sports in general. Well me? I hopelessly suck in chess, hates sleeping, and simply, sports make up my life.&lt;br /&gt;The bottomline is, me and him just do not mix. There's no connection. Its gonna be two weeks of hell for me. Ohh wait, but there's time for us to shop, which prolly is the silver lining x))&lt;br /&gt;So, this is gonna be the last post for two weeks, fourteen days, unless i find a way to blog in china. Alright, dinner calls.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, byes!~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116332747715004218?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116332747715004218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116332747715004218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116332747715004218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116332747715004218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/alright-another-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116321754070820507</id><published>2006-11-11T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:12:44.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right click. Encoding. Unicode.&lt;br /&gt;┌┐ JJ┌──┐┌┐ ┌┐┌♡─┐&lt;br /&gt;││♡♡│┌┐│││ │││♡─┤&lt;br /&gt;│♡♡┐│└┘││└┘ ││♡─┤&lt;br /&gt;♡─♡┘└──┘ .└─┘ .└♡─┘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee. New skin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116321754070820507?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116321754070820507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116321754070820507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116321754070820507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116321754070820507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/right-click.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116321114080999006</id><published>2006-11-11T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:12:20.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rest i'd post later. Don't feel like posting. Aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not afraid of terrorists, i have a wife."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116321114080999006?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116321114080999006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116321114080999006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116321114080999006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116321114080999006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/rest-id-post-later.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116321095677976432</id><published>2006-11-11T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:11:16.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright i've finally decided i'll post. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;31 October, Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so i had butterflies in my stomache the day before, so what? I was simply too excited for ACE camp right? So early morning i took on my fat and heavy backpack and headed for school, which by then Koon and Ray were already there. So as per usual we talk cock sing song, we talk about the funniest things you can ever think of, you know like darren and his semen story. What are you staring at?! You sick-minded child :x&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 7.30 we assembled at the track. You know, it was quite a hilarious sight, 180 students hugging stupendous, totally over-sized backpacks. Now, just think, its just like a raymond carrying a junkai, how the hell is it like? Fun to watch ya? Lols.&lt;br /&gt;While we were lining up, OMFG i forgot my ice-cream stick, which was a form of identification in case we end up getting eaten up by cannibals. Nathan had promise a pink form for people who were without their ice-cream sticks. Merlion and wenjie also didn't bring theirs so we thought maybe we should head to Esso and maybe they have some,just maybe we could be saved. But nope, and now we are in deep deep shit, and yes, as deep as the dent in marvin's brain. Ohh man, we're dead, we're goners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait. It was Nathan who said it ,and any idiot can tell you that nathan doesn't mean what he says nine out of tens time. Just like how he told us he wanted us to come early so we could set off at 8am. I know we came early, but i don't know about the 'set off at 8am' part. Stupid faggot, at 8am stupid Allan Johnston still haven't finish talking attendence, and apparently, Darren decided he wants to camouflage at home and soak in his magical world with his semen and his audition, which now i have mention, is an extreme twit-only game. They should really put a warning sign when someone tries to download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BEWARE. MIGHT.GET.INFECTED.WITH.TWITISM.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, no one should be playing it, is sucks bad bad bad, and i think only twits have permitted entry, the rest are illegal immigrants. But Darren and his cute little semen girl and pernament twits. Unchangable fact already you know. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yes Mr Ding HaiBo is also missing. Mr.Cheena man's at home enjoying life that bastard. He's like running for the concentration camp, he's gonna give an excuse that he's sick this year and when nathan and co. tries to drag him to malaysia and sell him away to the cannibals next year, he would run to china for a long long holiday. Smart don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;So after something like a year-long hiatus, we finally set off for malaysia, kluang. Some place which my seniors have warned me of the extremely treacherous mozzie tribe over there. 'They can kill' thats what my seniors said, but nah, i escape death EVERYDAY in school, you see, i have Mr Choo Rui Zhi as my captain.&lt;br /&gt;We boarded a coach, which was suprisely comfy and clean, and had good air-conditioning too. Allan Johnston made us sing songs, but we ended up singing songs which are really really stupid, like Elmo's world, SpongeBob and yes, Hady's You give me wings. Let me tell you, there isn't a more corny song than that in the whole damned world. Please. Spare me. And we are like supposed to sing that bloody rotten song at the class party. GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;So we reached the place at somewhat ten-thirty and we went to assemble up the hill. Yes, up a hill. There was something like a 45degree slop just beside our campsite and we had to climb up that shit to assemble like four, five times a day. Sucked real bad.&lt;br /&gt;We sang the school rally, and as usual Mr Teo gave us a crap talk about safety rules and hygiene. 'Safety is always first! Anything else comes second.' Comeon! Enough already elmO!&lt;br /&gt;We were then split into different tents, me emman brian jeremy and wookie were in the same tent with hao pu and eric fernando. And yes, you heard right, i shared a tent with jeremy and actually survived to tell the tale. Amazing isn't it? We were introduced to our ACE leaders, or ACE shitters. They aren't exactly leaders, are they? We got joseph,jeremy and jin siew. I knew joseph well but who the hell was jeremy and jin siew? Ahh well i have to learn to love them all the same or i'd kena hell man.&lt;br /&gt;So we got yet another stupid briefing, up that hill, in which the teachers are staying in some sort of CHALET. RAWR. Where's the fairness in this world? We paid a hundred smackers and got tents, they came for free and got a chalet. I'm complaing to CASE!!&lt;br /&gt;After the briefing we proceeded to our activity for the day. Climbing Mt Lembuk. We had to a bus there, and i freaked out when i saw the damned bus. It was the yellow school bus you see on the roads of malaysia, something with a stark contrast to the coach we took to Kluang. It was dusty and dirty, and the worst part was that i had to sit and the back of the bus, which had like spider webs and croach shit on the seats. Ewww!~&lt;br /&gt;But the 45minute journey was well worth it cause the climb up lembuk was thoroughly enjoyable. The climb was more challenging than i had expected, but still a piece of cake. The climb took an hour, because our intructor, Raqip, kept holding the front pack back because the rest behind couldn't catch up. WAHAH NOOBS! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;The climb was very different from what i had expected, i didn't expect so little sun, and had brought my cap with me and it ended up useless and i really had the urge to throw it away cause it kept getting in my way. RAWR. It just rained so it was rather wet and many times i nearly slipped on the way down and nearly took eric with me to hades. Ivan made it all the way up, its a great achievement for someone who was 85kg alright? At the peak, we rested for 20mins, did cheers, took photos and had a crap reflection. We tried to spot our campsite from there but we're all so damn lousy at geography so we couldn't figure our where north was. On the way down, with the trememdous help Mr Arul gave him, Ivan managed to sprain his ankle and got lost. Yes, lost, as in like, missing. So we took longer than other groups did, but so what? All our group members made it up. Other Groups? 2 or 3 couldn't get up. AHH pathetic noobs :x&lt;br /&gt;We went to back the campsite and yeshhh, it was time for dinner. It was catered for us and the food wasn't that great. Alot of msg and had an extreme lack of hygiene. I saw the flies on the redang, and concluded that i should not touch the food. I do no wish to hog the toilet later on. After the de-brief and another crap talk by Mr Teo, it was like 8pm, but yet, it was time for us to sleep. WHO THE HELL SLEEPS SO EARLY ? I really think MOE chooses teacher on their degree of stupidness, which explains how Gina Tan made the cut for a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought my first day in Kluang was over. Ha, the most stupendous experience of my life popped up. We heard the fire siren and had to assemble up the bloody hill again. I, for one, thought it was supper and if you know me, i'm ALWAYS hungry, so i ran up as fast as i could.&lt;br /&gt;But hell, guess what? Some asshole slashed someone's tent with a swiss army knife. And yes, nathan was his same old self, shouting shamelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'YOU! YES YOU OVER THERE! YOU ARE THE CULPRIT RIGHT? DON'T LIE, I ALREADY NOW WHAT PART YOU PLAYED IN THE TENT-SLASHING. YOU ARE HIS ACCOMPLICE RIGHT?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, i heard him shouting this at least 7 times. He used this on 7 different suspects. Nathan, can't you even come up with something more refreshing? He kept shining his torch light into the suspects face, maybe he's trying to feel that he's actually part of the FBI. Dream on nathan, why would they want you? No wait, maybe they would. The Fucking Bitch Institute wants you bad, and you get to be the president there! You see, students at our age have plenty of angst and thus gets easily irritated by complusive behaviour. I mean, are you really that lacking in the creativity department? Which also explains your horrendous taste in dressing and your smoking habit. DIE SMOKERS. DIE NATHAN.&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, it became a matter of life and death, according to nathan. For that, he made us stand and squat in the dark for something like 3 hours because he is 'afraid that the tent-slasher might still be at large and your lives are in danger'. Stupid you say? Nah, thats called nathanism, we are used to his mindless rants and shameless shouting.&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours of grilling suspects, we finally got sent back to our tents and finally got some sleep so that we 'can continue (our) activities tommorrow with a bit more zest'. Aww shit, i wanted very very badly to be sent home, get out of this gay camp. After that crazy rant of attempting to catch the tent-slasher, i just knew that the rest of the camp was going to be disastrous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116321095677976432?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116321095677976432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116321095677976432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116321095677976432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116321095677976432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/11/alright-ive-finally-decided-ill-post.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116221519654304776</id><published>2006-10-30T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:33:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Its official. Im the greatest human being alive. For the ACE camp trip, i asked my mum for some money. I expected something like 10 RM, and guess what i got? she gave me 60 RM. LOL. Thus i'm gonna use the money for indulgence, prolly to put into the crumpler fund. Oh wait, i don't need a crumpler fund, i'll just use the money my mum gives me for the beijing trip, something around 600. I'll just tell her i spent all of it but in actual fact i saved 200 for the crumpler!! Weee~ Aren't i good? Today is the last day of television for the next 4 days and thus i'm gonna make full use of this time. I don't think i wanna sleep, prolly gonna watch telly through the night and munch on bag after bag of potato chips. Ruffles cheddar &amp; sour cream chips, super-cold air conditioning, the comfort of my bed and my remote control, i mean, how much better can life get? The only thing i'm missing is a babe beside me. xD&lt;br /&gt;Narh im just joking. My friend recently told me that no one should take my words seriously because they don't know when i'm joking or when i'm for real. OH COMEON!! I'm an extremely honest boy who knows nothing but reading books and listening hundred percent to my mummy. I dont lie! HONEST!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it takes einstein to see that i'm actually a huge idiot who really can't listen to orders and loveeeee to shout at people, oh yeah, extremely dishonest as well. But what remains is that some SJI teachers still think i'm extremely obedient, the type who can't get off their books, someone who is really really well-mannered. I mean, since when did nerds look so good? LOL. Teachers like mrs ellen woo actually still insist that i'm actually a good boy at heart. Goodness, did Asheesh give her his brain or something? No offence Asheesh, i know you don't enjoy being as stupid as you are, you're simply born that way, cant help it right? ( Please note that extreme content of joking-ness has been used, please do not try this on your own at home, please appoint an extreme insultist to help you with this task, lest you plunge your victim into extreme depression. No, i dont think Philbert got his depression this way though.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahhh, i'm excited for tmr, its the day whereas people like asheesh and darren get creamed in the wilderness of kluang. I can't wait to see them get lost in the middle of the wilderness late into the night. It's gonna be fun isn't it? ohh well, i'm hungry, i'll go mess up the kitchen to cook/mix/mash my supper! I won't be posting until 4 days later, which i will post about every single day i had at ACE camp, and yes, that includes every detail of asheesh suffering in the wilderness. Alright, i can almost hear my stomache groaching already.&lt;br /&gt;"HELLO!we need some food here!"&lt;br /&gt;I think someone should simply get me out of school and appoint me as creative director or something. I'm simply too good for school! Ahh just joking. See ya all 4 days later.&lt;br /&gt;LATERS~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116221519654304776?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116221519654304776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116221519654304776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116221519654304776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116221519654304776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright_116221519654304776.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116220463701974321</id><published>2006-10-30T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:37:17.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Taking a short break from maple and so i decided ill post. Emmanual Chia. You are being sued for plagerism! Stealing my bigheaded picture of myself which doesn't really look like me but heck who cares it me you stole! :x   According to the book of chia song jie, the person " Jiajing" is an extremely indispensable person in the world. Without him, the world will be one BIGBIG ragtard down. Thus, i conclude that you are gonna suffer 4 years in the chiasongjie boys home.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's ACE camp, which is also going to mark the end of two-oh-six, but a start of a new beginning. It sounds really cheesy but really, thats the truth. I know, i just know it don't ask me how, that this bunch of kuku heads are gonna stay close friends for sometime to come.&lt;br /&gt;The ACE camp was a supposedly for 'class bonding'. YA RIGHT NATHAN. How to when you bloody split up the classes? PE department had no balls in the past but now the have no brains too?&lt;br /&gt;AND YESH IM LOOKING FORWARD TO OPEN SEA CANOEING. Though being a canoeist, i have never tried canoeing in the open sea. Should be quite fun. And no, the fun isn't in the canoeing, the fun is when you fat and skinny people all struggling in the big big ocean, YOU FEEL GREAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT. Lol joking.&lt;br /&gt;Alright dinner calls.&lt;br /&gt;Laters.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116220463701974321?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116220463701974321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116220463701974321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116220463701974321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116220463701974321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright_30.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116211803405427301</id><published>2006-10-29T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:33:54.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay the haze is disappearing and boy do i feel much better. Today went on ACE camp equipment hunting, and found myself at a shop somewhere near beach road. We needed a poncho, but there was something wrong with that. What in the f$%#ing world is a poncho? Sounded to me like some sort of musical intrustrument but i got reassured by the boss that it was just a piece of stupid plastic which can be used in many ways. But then why the hell give it such an artistic name? Stupid people of the past i think.&lt;br /&gt;I got my Tommy stove and the mess tins. The cooking parts of the camp was something i looked very much forward to. As you know, i love to experiment with food, ending up messing up the kitchen, which in turn leads to my maid/mother/monster biting my head off. Which really sucks. So now we are in the open, no bloody idiot can do anything to me!! In other words, F$%^ers are non-present ^^&lt;br /&gt;And i got a jack-knife. Which to me sounded like another stupid name. HAHA YOU GOT JACKED!! ._.  Why was it called a jack-knife? was it something you jack someone with? Call me ignorant if you wish but why does all the camping equipments sound so incredibly stupendous? Perhaps its just people from different eras.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Im just trying to prove that i'm too smart for this era. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Joking.&lt;br /&gt;Hee Dinner calls, laters.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116211803405427301?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116211803405427301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116211803405427301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116211803405427301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116211803405427301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-haze-is-disappearing-and-boy-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116195124144656100</id><published>2006-10-27T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:14:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New skins woots!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shit tmr theres training which i HAVE to attend. Or Mr Choo RuiZhi will murder me and spam call my mobile and house phone, AGAIN :[&lt;br /&gt;I hate you choo. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;Alright off to the television marathon till tmr morning!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116195124144656100?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116195124144656100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116195124144656100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116195124144656100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116195124144656100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-skins-woots-shit-tmr-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116194179378940278</id><published>2006-10-27T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:17:57.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>206, nothing else like it. The 2 years i've had in SJI have been truly truly special, tears have been shed, lessons learned, and our lives completely changed. Really, without 206,my life would have never been what it is now. It has been a long journey, but we are finally here, at the end, and another beginning, and there was nobody else i would have rather had known, nowhere else i would rather have been, no class i would have liked to have been in, than 206.&lt;br /&gt;In our lives we meet many people, many for which come and go quickly, while others stay for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same, and i'm sure 206 will stay close for some time to come ^^&lt;br /&gt;A class, thats why we're called, but we are 31 insane ragtards who were forcefully squashed into a classroom, 31 idiots who solely believe in taupokism, 31 assholes who doesn't believe in rules. Simply put it, we are uniquely 206 x))&lt;br /&gt;For every superstar-wannabe in darren and hsiangwei, we have our very own future s'pore idol in george. LOL&lt;br /&gt;For every idiot in asheesh, we have our very own smarty pants in egger and lim kai xiang.&lt;br /&gt;For every irritating teacher in Miss Tan and Mrs khoo, we've got our 206 mascots in charles rajan and brother jason.&lt;br /&gt;For every stupid class in SJI, there was the tale of 206, unique. Afterall, we are the inter-class champs!! :]&lt;br /&gt;Being in 206 has really thought me that different is good. Many laugh at us because we're freakishly different, but we depise others because they are all the same. Really, there would never be a second 206.&lt;br /&gt;With all that said.&lt;br /&gt;KUDOS TO TWO-OH-SIX!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116194179378940278?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116194179378940278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116194179378940278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116194179378940278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116194179378940278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/206-nothing-else-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116184938277814498</id><published>2006-10-26T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:59:09.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tuesday, 24th October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of me sleeping at 3am the day before, i found it extremely hard to wake up at 8am. But i did manage to wake up at 8am, but i just could not keep my eyes open, piece of shit! Today, the assholes from 206 were meeting up for a movie plus lan trip, and the response was simply overwhelming, 21 chicken asses turned up. We were suppose to meet at the school bus-stop at 9am. Taking that into account, i was confident that i would be able to reach school on time. Goddamn i was late eventually. I left the house at 830am, walked all the way to the bus-stop and only to realise that i forgot my wallet ._. Wasted another 15mins walking back and to the bus-stop again. So i was 10 mins late, but suprisely i wasn't the latest!! John came later. x))&lt;br /&gt;So we set off for cineleisure. We headed for the cinema ticket box to get our tickets and i became treasurer and counted all the money. We decided on 'The Prestige' and bought 20 tickets and the price freaked me out. 180 bucks. We spent 180 bucks on a bloody movie. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;The prestige was a very nice movie to watch, alot of thinking required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i199/TooDumbKia/prestige.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christian Bale and Hugh Jackman play rival magicians determined to outdo each other in "The Prestige."&lt;br /&gt;According to the movie, the prestige is the reappearing of something after you made it disappear. Everyone please watch it, its really good.&lt;br /&gt;But stupid bryan lauw couldn't understand. NOOB. LOL&lt;br /&gt;It was very cold inside and everyone was shivering although it was a stupid sunny day outside. Then after the movie the whole army of 21 idiots of 206 went for lan gaming at paradise shopping centre, which we took a bus to. After 2 hours of counter-strike, and plenty of blood lost, we went to mac for a very late lunch and some went home, others went to watch another movie, deathnote. I didn't have the mood for another movie and so i headed home. Not such a bad day, but by now i'm very exhausted, went home and fell asleep immediately&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116184938277814498?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116184938277814498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116184938277814498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116184938277814498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116184938277814498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/tuesday-24th-october-because-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116184001900976977</id><published>2006-10-26T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:13:10.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Sorry for not posting for so long, had many things going on over the last few days. The last few days has been very eventful ,so i'll blog about every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday. 23rd of October.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like any other post-exam day,had briefings the whole day round, and teachers,like every other day, are suffering from menopause symptoms. It seemed so miracalous to me, how the teachers can be upset and so evil 365 days a year,24 hours a day. I mean, would it kill them to just be nice to students for once? Teachers to me, are the 8th world wonder, cause there's no way anyone else can be so miserable every single day of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, like every usual morning, i sit in the canteen, eyes barely open, feeling extremely vexed,and just felt like punching alex in his face, who comes to school with his half-baked, fully-steamed hair and starts going insane and retarded, something which simply irks me to the limit. And yes, this is the same boy who got punched by the ACS boys, and i can understand fully why they wanted to punch him.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of three talks today just turned me off, and thus i decided that perhaps i should find something to do, and i settled on complimenting alex on his hair and making him feel good.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh JJ today my hair not bad right?" i wanted very much to say that it was same as before, disasterous. But then, being the kind guy i always am, i said " Yes Alex, today your hair very nice. Better than yesterday." And my goodness, he was brimming and smiling with his bugsbunny tooth from this moment onwards.Oh, i shouldn't be so bad to him, he's a really nice guy you know. Sure he is x))&lt;br /&gt;First up was a talk by Brother Michael, but the person who stepped in was Mr Sydney Tan. He explained that brother michael couldn't make it because "he had to make an important decision on a close friend who was hospitalised." But that sounds nice, but what i actually means is that brother michael's friend was dying and he needed to be there. The whole talk was about setting goals, making life meaningful. Ya sure mr tan, but we don't wanna set goals to become balding like you are ._.&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the ACE camp briefing. Goodness it was going to be extremely boring, we just knew it. But the talker was MR TEO. And really he was the stupid teacher-in-charger of canoeing, i had no choice but to listen. Then the last talk of the day was a talk by the neighbourhood policemen. We were told during the talk that shoplifting was a crime. Sir we honestly didnt know that !! ._.&lt;br /&gt;Then the worst thing that could happen after a super boring day for school was choo rui zhi coming to me and forcing me to go to training. AWW SHIT. Of course i had to oblige and go for training. This training was bad bad bad. The haze was rather bad and i had to go on a k2, something that i hadn't tried for months already. I was partnered with junkai and somehow, the boat was very shakey and we didn't go as fast as we wanted and expected. After training, it was already 6plus, and i realised that it was Victoria's birthday and she had a bbq party which i clean forgot about. Goodness, i forgot about her present. I really did not want to go cause there's no way i could go empty handed, i'd feel really really bad. Somehow, i got convinced to go and i promised vicky that i'll get her a present from beijing xD Victoria's house was really near mine so after training i just went back to shower and change and join the others who were already there long ago.&lt;br /&gt;The barbeque was fun, but the food was badbadbad. Probably because Gracia and baoyue were the ones who were cooking, and 3/4 of the chicken wings were under-cooked and thus inedible. It seemed to me that they were playing more than they were cooking, and alex was flirting with them but volunteering to 'judge' who cooked the better chicken wing. ALEX YOU SHOULD SCREW YOURSELF. So i had to settle for prawns cause the chickenwings were horrendous and i had zero intention to hog the toilet later on. We played some weird stretching game and they got pawned by yours truly. thank you very much. And then it got funny. Liangtiong quarrelled with victoria's cousin, a girl. The girl's younger brother, hmm i think you can call him a hyperactive imp. He couldn't stop moving, screaming and running around shouting insane shit, and he started kicking liangtiong on his butt. After a while, he still didn't stop and naturally liangtiong flared up and called him a 'fucker' when his sister was just behind. OMFG DOOMSDAY. And they quarrelled. My God thats the first time i see a fourteen yearold girl picking a fight with someone 2 heads taller. I didn't understand what liangtiong did wrong to provoke such a retarded reponse from a lady. But goodness, the audacity of the imp, he makes my younger brother look really good.&lt;br /&gt;Me,craigven,jingsheng,emman, liangtiong and tingyong then went off to play basketball, and my team lost pathetically. Probably because i dislike basketball and has absolutely zero talent and interest in it. It was dark enough already and the stupid lights still had to go off and i couldn't even see myself. WTF BBQSAUCE. HEY MR PRESIDENT/PRIME MINISTER/MP. I do pay my tax so please do not try to save that measle sum of money by turning the lights off one hour before schedule alright. How can the government be poor after raising the tax so many times already?&lt;br /&gt;We went back and Fredick started showing weijie a card trick, which didn't really work until the 5th time he tried it. ._.&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to the playground ._. yes, the one for infants. And i spotted victoria's cousin talking to renzo. Nothing special about that except that it went on for more than an hour and she held renzo back whenever he attempted to escape from her. So i figured that she was desperate and really needed attention :x no offence. The little imp was going insane again and this time tingyong was going insane together with him as well. Tingyong actually fought him ._. But luckily for tingyong i don't think that his sister saw and he would be on the end of a retarded girl on the loose as well. Fredick gave the imp the basketball and he actually threw and hit the window. GOODNESS LUCKILY IT DIDN'T break. We just hang around the playground and a group of people played concentration game thingy while some others just gossiped about how idiotic Alex can be. And he was as per usual flirting with girls, this time with daphne and sharlyn. He should really look into the mirror every morning and see what he is made off and then cry over the fact that he's made up of bullshit. What a bastard, i should cut his willy off and feed it to the dogs, really. No wait, maybe the dogs wouldn't want it as well. Do you think the canibals might want it?&lt;br /&gt;Many people had already left and it was finally time for the cake-cutting ceremony. We sang happy birthday many times and victoria cut the cake. It was mango. I don't like mango so i didn't take a slice but weijie was going on a marathon with 5 slices already and still going strong! By then It was already past 11pm and people slowly made their way home. I thanked victoria's dad and walked home. It was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FOURTEENTH BIRTHDAY VICTORIA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116184001900976977?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116184001900976977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116184001900976977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116184001900976977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116184001900976977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116151769122413872</id><published>2006-10-22T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:48:11.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohh boy, Man Utd vs Liverpool match starting soon and i can't wait. Yes, you're reading it right, its been a long time since i've found myself looking forward to ANYTHING at all. First came the stupid canoeing training. I hate it. yucks. But yet mr chooruizhi couldn't stop bugging me to go to training. Then came the stress of streaming. " jiajing you better get into triple science or you die you bastard(Please. Do not try this at home)."&lt;br /&gt;Then came the adrenaline of the exam period, periods that i had practically zero sleep. Then came the results and the rest, as they say, is history. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, i feel quite alright these few days, not the screwed-up self i had been for the past months when i was mugging in stress. The past months had been horrendous to the limit, and in spite of everything i had endured, and as I tried to find my own way and my own meaning to my days and lives, I couldn't help but wonder: perhaps the answer had been there all along, right in front of us. Then i came to a conclusion: Along our life journey we would collide with many happenings, may it good or bad, we have to accept and endure them. Maybe, just maybe, life was its own answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116151769122413872?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116151769122413872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116151769122413872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116151769122413872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116151769122413872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/ohh-boy-man-utd-vs-liverpool-match.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116150633583951828</id><published>2006-10-22T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:38:55.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. The haze has sort of cleared, and so has my mood. So today i'll make an exception and be good to everyone i know, yes, even that bastard i see in the mirror every morning. That includes treating myself and my brother to ben&amp;jerry's using the money that was meant for the revision books needed for tuition. You see, you have to read between the lines. Inside me is actually an extremely kind boy who is trying to save everyone the trouble. My trouble of completing the revision books, my tuition teacher's trouble of marking a piece of shit that i would hand up. See, one stone two bird. That also includes not spitting on my brother early in the morning for stealing my precious piece of prata and not bang on the bathroom door for slammining on me. You see, yours truly isn't exactly your good-tempered, si-wen, boy-next-door kind of guy. I for one, is extremely handsome &gt;.&gt;   Mr. handsome who adores violence. Thus, I bang on doors alot, but hey, its not my fault, blame the world for being so rotten man!! Blame the world for making me upset early in the morning. P.S. For those with me at ACE camp, dont touch me when i'm sleeping, cause i hit people early morning :x&lt;br /&gt;I'm also pledging to do a good deed everyday. For today, i treated myself and my brother to ben&amp;jerry's. You see, if i buy the revision books, only popular will gain. But now i've bought icecream for two people, more people gain! Du Le Le Bu Ru Zhong Le Le. Thus, i can consider the good deed today DONE. WOOTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116150633583951828?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116150633583951828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116150633583951828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116150633583951828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116150633583951828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116145262587726618</id><published>2006-10-22T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:43:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright its official, my body is playing games with. Now i can't get to sleep. So bloody sad. ahh well, i shall go experiment with some food in the kitchen. Ya know, i love messing up the kitchen with all my brilliant attempts to cook, in the morning i'd then be awaken rudely by the lion-like roar from my maid.&lt;br /&gt;" JIAJING!!! What have you done to the kitchen you F#$%, motherf#@#ker." ( Please note that exaggeration is used. Please do not try this at home)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116145262587726618?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116145262587726618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116145262587726618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116145262587726618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116145262587726618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright-its-official-my-body-is.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116143430275043448</id><published>2006-10-21T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T20:38:23.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just looking through a friend's blog (read. the nehnehpok). Though it was stupendous, retared to the max, and just the way you brag about your self-proclaimed oh-so-great self is just shameless, but it is also this shameless self of yours that makes the blog so oh-so-interesting. (Note the sacarsm used)&lt;br /&gt;Ahhaahah!! But the thing is, after reading ALL your entries, any kuku-face can therefore conclude that NYGH is a lock-up for girls gone wild. Thus all girls who are in pee-six this year please take note not to sign up for NYGH lest you want to become a retarded blood-sucking, gossipful vampire as well. Ohh shit, but now i realise i shouldn't be a bastard to criticise a school with BRILLIANT teachings,you know. (Please note the sacarsm once again.)&lt;br /&gt;Hee my stupid brother is running bersek at the moment, only because he has just finished his PSLE, and he, being the mindless idiot that he is, thinks that post-PSLE is a great achievement, he has thus staked claim onto my ps2, ewww, sucks bad. For the past 12 years in which he has mindlessly interfered with my bid to have my own room, this is the last straw, and im simply ppppiiiiiissssssseeeeeeeeeeeeddd off with him. So, i have decided i would stake 100% claim on BOTH the computers of this day onwards. heheeee!!&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, i think i've actually fallen sick. After 6 months of germ-free and sick-free days, i have finally fallen towards the dark side. RAWRRRRR. Feeling SOOOOO groggy and lethergic that i even didn't bother to be pissed up with my brother( Something that i've never failed to accomplish over the span of 12 years.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116143430275043448?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116143430275043448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116143430275043448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116143430275043448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116143430275043448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-just-looking-through-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116141954793715371</id><published>2006-10-21T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T16:32:27.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh. Tired. Slept at 9plus and woke up at 11am. Dont know why these days i just seem to be so tired the whole day round. I'm just thinking this perhaps has got something to do with my caffaine addiction. Sounds a bit unbelievable but i drink 8 cups of coffee a day, which explains my ability to stay up super late and not be tired. I Just played my afternoon away and now my dad's calling me a wastrel of a life. Lol. Now i'm going out for a movie, weeeeee. My pockets' are wearing very very thin, thinking that i might even have to starve at school the whole of next week. Whoever the inventor of movies are, I HATE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116141954793715371?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116141954793715371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116141954793715371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116141954793715371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116141954793715371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116134838200693538</id><published>2006-10-20T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:46:22.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh Im back from orchard, actually, vivo city again. Somehow, i found orchard too boring and set off for vivo city instead. Lol. Today, it was even worse, human traffic congestion, as bad as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;I think i simply went there for human viewing. Every turn i make i see a fresh human being, and soon suffocation in the stupid haze came into the picture as well. Golden Village had like 50 people in each queue for tickets, what utter crap man. I mean, each ticket is like 25 bucks, not free you know ._.&lt;br /&gt;But its only a matter of time before the stupid vivo city trend ends and people sleep their time away again. The food republic foodcourt was as compacted as the public toilet at your heartlands, simply shocking, i couldn't even find a proper place to stand, freaking hell.&lt;br /&gt;Swensens and sake sushi had terribly long queues that you might think that today was the opening of the 4 million toto jackpot. Every single cafe was simply full to the limit and so was the bloody carpark, which i had a tough time getting out of. So thanks to the human congestion, i was irked  very much by it, i decided to grab 'dinner' at 7-eleven and make my way home, so much for Singapore's largest shopping centre, i couldn't even find a simple request for a table for me to eat at. And i swear, unless the human congestion density rate decreases, i'm never going there again,ever.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well, i seem to be angry all the time. Time to destress and playyyy.. Weee. Laters~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116134838200693538?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116134838200693538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116134838200693538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116134838200693538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116134838200693538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahh-im-back-from-orchard-actually-vivo.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116133778401423684</id><published>2006-10-20T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:49:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh i've decided to stop gaming for today and tommorrow embark on a 16 hour journey ^^&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take a bath now. Very tired from playing soccer for the whole day. Off to Orchard! Hope to get a few pieces from topman, this time, try to get my parents to pay for me :x&lt;br /&gt;Alright time for a bath and off to orchard now! Laters!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116133778401423684?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116133778401423684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116133778401423684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116133778401423684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116133778401423684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahh-ive-decided-to-stop-gaming-for.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116132741733071729</id><published>2006-10-20T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:56:57.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. Just came back from school. Another bad day in school and seriously, i'm beginning to think that i'm cursed. Ahh I've decided that i'll ponteng training just once more. Just once more. Sorry Rui Zhi ^^&lt;br /&gt;But ponteng-ing training is just peripheral. Today was just plain stupid. I thought we simply wasted the whole godamned day going through papers, but till now, i still don't know the majority of the answers of questions that i got wrong. I also fought with quek, and lmao I wripped off his shirt. We were just playing in class just after recess and I was fooling around his seat so he told me to fuck off and i pushed him away. Just like that, a heated heated argument came into the picture and then he punched me on the back of my head and i torn his shirt and pulled him down with me. I nearly wanted to say that fats hitting my head doesnt hurt at all. RAWR.  Ahh well Quek you might be fat but that doesn't make you a handicap as well. LOL. ahh just joking, think i shouldn't be so bad to Quek lah. He's innocent :x &lt;br /&gt;And then the shortlist for TDP(Talent development programme) came out and my name wasnt on anything. And darrel got on both science TDPs, shit him. PMS and CB ._.   Stupid names, supposed to be Physics + maths and Chemisty + Biology, but to us it sounded like something else &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ya, about vivo city, dont go there yet, its bloody crowded every single day. Sucks. And i just wasted money watching a movie there. So expensive yet ordinary. Dumb movie theatre, so crowded also, aiya everywhere in vivo city is just bloody crowded.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well, time for me to go play. laters~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116132741733071729?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116132741733071729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116132741733071729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116132741733071729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116132741733071729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116125406489065589</id><published>2006-10-19T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:34:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh it has only been 5 hours of maple and yet i'm already tired, guess i have to get myself some energy boosters to play throughout the night. Later will be catching a movie at Vivo City and will update on that. Heard that there's excellent service there ^^&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Maybe i'll buy stefanie sun's album later, but i'll see how it goes. These few days i've been such a huge spendthrift, and i think it should be time for me to stop.&lt;br /&gt;A belt from top man- $23&lt;br /&gt;A Metal cross necklace from 77th street- $ 10&lt;br /&gt;4 New tees from top man- $ 150 total&lt;br /&gt;A small pouch from adidas- $ 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez i dont think i have enough to eat anymore for the rest of the week. Ahh well. Money is supposed to be spent right? Hee, today's haze is so bad, giving me a stupid soar throat. STUPID INDON FIRE. RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh time to bathe and off to Vivo City~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116125406489065589?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116125406489065589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116125406489065589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116125406489065589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116125406489065589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahh-it-has-only-been-5-hours-of-maple.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116123804809770004</id><published>2006-10-19T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:07:28.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was simple horrid. Don't make me go into results. Simply screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68 for english&lt;br /&gt;66 for literature&lt;br /&gt;68 for science&lt;br /&gt;74 for history&lt;br /&gt;68 for chinese&lt;br /&gt;64 for maths&lt;br /&gt;Ahh someone help me. i'm gonna drown in sadness -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today merlion was as per usual, trying to freak everyone out but touching them with his lubricant and condom filled hands, and i was a major victim, I nearly kicked him in his face. Super sick bastard, i caught him reading a book called "A conversation with a pedophile" at the track. Goodness,&lt;br /&gt;i mean how sick more can a 14year old get? Licking condoms, reading sick books, buying soft-porn mags. And to me, he doesnt look one bit like the maniac like he is. Ahh forget it, you cant judge a book by its cover ya? Just look at bill gates, take him from his office at microsoft and put him in an old folks home and he'll fit in very well, i feel that bill gate's complextion already as bad as my granny's, so he should die faster and gimme all his money ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well enough of complaining, im off to play ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116123804809770004?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116123804809770004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116123804809770004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116123804809770004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116123804809770004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-simple-horrid.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116117026403716224</id><published>2006-10-18T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:17:44.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Woots. Finally something to cheer about. My other comp is finally back from repairing after the stupid motherboard got burnt and blew up after 24 hrs of straight gaming. So excited, finally getting the chance to go back to maple. Missing many many days of chionging, my daily life of 16hrs on the comp is gonna come back. WOOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116117026403716224?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116117026403716224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116117026403716224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116117026403716224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116117026403716224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116116431842566108</id><published>2006-10-18T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:40:35.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chasing Cars&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by snow patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll do it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On our own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or anyone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I lay here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't quite know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those three words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have said too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I lay here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before we get too old &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's waste time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing cars &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around our heads &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need your grace &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To remind me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find my own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I lay here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget what we're told &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before we get too old &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that I ever was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know where &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meaningful lyrics ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116116431842566108?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116116431842566108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116116431842566108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116116431842566108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116116431842566108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/chasing-cars-by-snow-patrol-well-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116115490105941441</id><published>2006-10-18T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:02:23.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohh just came back from cutting my hair. My fringe was touching my lips so i decided that it was time i trimmed it, and this time i cut it real short and the hairdresser helped me spike it in a really refreshing way.I think i look quite weird actually. Luckily today the haze has cleared quite abit, or i'll be as grouchy as foosk was yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116115490105941441?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116115490105941441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116115490105941441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116115490105941441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116115490105941441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/ohh-just-came-back-from-cutting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116113843419537857</id><published>2006-10-18T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:14:39.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright first real post. Yesterday was seriously retarded. Too retarded to be exact. Too many screwed up things just occurred on the same day and boy did it suck bad. Nick, hsiangwei, foosk and me were suppose meet at at Daniel's house at 8.30am and goddammit Daniel sms-ed me when i was already asleep that it was changed to 11 o'clock instead. I WAS ALREADY ASLEEP AND DIDNT SEE THE DAMNED SMS. So, i retartedly woke up at 7am, didn't check my phone and then reached outram mrt at 8am. I rang up daniel and woke him from his sleep =.=" LOL OMFG. The worst part was that i got lost -.-" IN SINGAPORE. I was getting very frustrated, just like how rooney is feeling right now. Daniel then gave me directions to his house but somehow i ended up at PEARLS SHOPPING CENTRE AT CHINATOWN. RAWR. Daniel then said over the phone that he saw me so i naturally thought that i was at the right mrt exit which we were suppose to meet at. After like 1hr of cat chasing mouse, i realised i was at the wrong mrt exit and that daniel saw someone else, not me. Ahh help me someone!! Screwed up shit. We then met up at the control centre, and this time, it went smoothly, for once. YAY~!! We walked slowly to his house and reached at around 9.30am. Spending 1 1/2 hrs at the dammed mrt station =.=" Then we wanted to start playing ps2 with the disk that i brought,only to find out that daniel's stupid ps2 wasn't working. However Daniel insisted that it was my disk that was faulty. not his ps2 so he wanted to go ALL THE WAY to bukit panjang plaza to get a new disk. We met Hsiang Wei there and we took around 1 hour worth of bus rides to get there. How exciting. We managed to buy 4 cds and was soooo happy. We took another 1 hour of bus journey back only to find out that IT WAS DANIEL'S STUPID PS2 THAT WAS FAULTY. RAWR. Wasted 2 hours and 14 bucks. Sucked bad. Real bad, and i wanted to just split daniel's stupid ps2 into 2 halves. Nick and foosk then came at around 1 plus and foosk started getting menopause symptoms, getting super grouchy that daniel's stupid ps2 couldn't work and kicking the soccer ball all around the house, breaking shit all over the place. Then after abit of Hsiang wei helping foosk with his blog, and with mine as well, we decided to go out, to bugis. But by then, stupid foosk was already super kp and didn't want to go with us. Being the asshole that he is, he couldn't stop complaining and soon Daniel had menopause as well. Woots, worldwarIII had officially began and Daniel and foosk became super dao and super grouchy,I enjoyed looking at the chao kp face of foosk, reduces rate of constipation occuring. So while waiting for the mrt, we gossiped about how idiotic foosk was and i could see that daniel was seriously upset. Foosk dao-ed us and went home instead =.=" When the mrt finally came it was bloody congested with people. It simply added on to the stupidness of the day and just made me grouchy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 stops, we alighted at bugis, only to live throught the worst experience of our lives. We were walking towards bugis junction when this dumb fuck of an ahbeng approached us for donations for young unprivillaged children. Its not that we did not want to donate, its just that we were all broke and simply came to bugis street to window shop and to kill our boredom. We said we didnt have money and the dumb ahbeng said " eh you think limpeh born yesterday isit?" Wow thats how you approach ppl for donations? He gave us this pocket calender, and i was like : Wow not bad! Until i turned it around and saw "Call 1900-XXX-XXX for yummy dirty flings now!" WTF BBQSAUCE? By now any idiot can tell  that he was a swindler. Daniel said " its not that we dont want to help YOU, but we dont have enough for yourselves." Then the stupid ahbeng said "Eh does limpeh look like a unprevillaged child to you?" We were like WTF?Then he was practically forcing us to donate and when me daniel and hsiang wei showed them our already empty wallets, he turned his attention to nick, who had 30 plus bucks. The ahbeng had extremely bad attitude and was threatening nick that he would kena hoot if he didnt "donate" to his charity organisation, which he said was CROPS international. WOW, Daniel was upset and couldn't shutup so the dumb ahbeng glared at daniel with his porn-filled eyes. Daniel,being the hero he is, said " Are you trying to konghe(threaten) us?" Then we all crumpled the calender and walked away from the ahbeng gang. The ahbeng kept glaring at us with his dirty eyes that i wanted to gorge his eyeballs out so bad or perhaps, give him a hard kick at his groin and ruin his chances of celebrating father's day. But due the heart that i own, I didn't. We walked around bugis and i bought some kaya bun thing, which was yummy. Could see that daniel was upset about the ahbeng threatening to hit nick,and he brought up the idea of ringing the police. Stupid Hsiang wei and nick supported it. So we sat down at mac while daniel called the police -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Sounds very much like a drama doesnt it? Dont ask me, till now, i still cant figure out how it happened. When daniel was calling we were all freaked out about it."Sir i would like to make a case". Then the police wanted to come down to meet us. OMFG. =.=" what did we get ourselves into now. B6 now, stupid nick and hsiang wei humji and wanted to get away as soon as possible cause that dumb nick was afraid his mother would find out. Then while waiting for the police, another asshole from nanyang poly came over to ask for donations =.=" This time for the elderly, we suspected he's from the same gang as the dumb ah beng, but didn't do anything to him as he sounded very much like a faggot, we dont talk to faggots btw. Then after quite awhile, two police officers met us at mac and we were attracting all the attention in the world, with a tingering embarrassment on our faces. They asked us for our ez-links and i felt we seemed like we were some juvenile drug abusers being caught by the police. They wanted us to go down with us to identify the ahbeng and his gang back at bugis mrt, we freaked out on that except daniel, who was still putting on a brave front, but his eys were beginning to water. While walking towards the mrt, everyone turned and looked at us like we were some kind of criminal with ate up the president, i wanted very much to punch those f$%faces who couldn't stop staring. Hsiang Wei and I then decided to smile as much as possible so as not to let others see us as juveniles offenders. But deep inside, we were freaking out bad -.-"&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, the ahbeng and his gang was gone and we saw the nanyang poly asshole we met at mac standing there smiling like a faggot. So the police brought us back to to bugis junction and left us, telling us not to engage in a long conversation with idiots that asked for donations if we did not want to donate. Stupid daniel nick and hsiang wei still wanted to leave by mrt =.=" and i heard that they met the ahbeng again and got chased by the ahbeng &amp; gang and had to hide in the supermarket. Wth man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided to go back shopping for awhile more back at bugis street and managed to buy 2 tees for 7 bucks each, which was rather nice. When leaving i bought a bottle of waterchesnut juice, which was nice. Standing at the bus stop waiting for my bus, i saw Sean Sim from 204, with his girlfriend, Tess. They were touching each other alot openly and i freaked out bad. They boarded the same bus as me and i tried very much to keep my eyes off them groping each other in public. I got home at around 6 plus and went to sleep immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought to myself later on in the night. Perhaps its incidents like these that bring friends closer doesnt it? Call me sick but i thoroughly enjoyed yesterday despite wasting 14 bucks, 2 hours on 2 useless disks and then encountering a bunch of dumb ahbengs and ending up calling up the police. What a day huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171762-116113843419537857?l=narcissistme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/feeds/116113843419537857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171762&amp;postID=116113843419537857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116113843419537857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171762/posts/default/116113843419537857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcissistme.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright-first-real-post.html' title=''/><author><name>oneplusone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277893325559245357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171762.post-116113634468954501</id><published>2006-10-18T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:57:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hello ppl. i've decided to create a blog due to pure overwhelming boredom. 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