<?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-25647310</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:38:36.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>esrevnI</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-7902091085311759293</id><published>2008-02-03T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:55:34.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>birthday today lol. somehow not as significant as other years, nor was it much cause for excitement or whatever. but got no energy these days anyhow lol. thanks everyone who remembered ^.^ and for gifts/letter.&lt;br /&gt;hmm anyway lifes quite sian. and my buddys going ooc, so thats a pity, and another cause for sian-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. thats it for update lol. if anyone reads it o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-7902091085311759293?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7902091085311759293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=7902091085311759293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/7902091085311759293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/7902091085311759293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-today-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-4676496131881468694</id><published>2007-10-30T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:10:47.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>then everything went crazy</title><content type='html'>lol i know i shouldnt be here on the eve of the great As, but. ok so the last month has been spent slacking, and i havent mugged as much as i should have, and if i screw this up then i only have myself to blame. and my life appears to be slowly decaying o.O. oh yesh btw this isnt going to take 10 minutes, my previous posts mostly took like an hour lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i havent blogged about alot of things, like prelims and how emo i am about leaving rj and what i actually think of the school etc. etc. but in the spirit of my old posts, some of which inspire much cringing (only some, not as bad as it used to be lol) i shall discuss..what i've learnt ^.^. eh actually i already blogged about that in the last post o.O but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. firstly. i am not a nice guy. i must confess, lol ^_^. but as they say, self-knowledge is the first step to..something, i forgot what o.O. secondly. i should try to believe people sometimes. thirdly i'm too harsh on people, and myself, maybe. i know that contradicts my first point, but. fourthly, timing is everything. sometimes. whatever that means, lol. things might get screwed up, but i shall just have to learn that things are under control? future tense, hence not fifthly. fifthly, im sure theres more, but i should go do gp. it's not so much the memory, but what it means that ought to count. once again i only half-know what that means o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-4676496131881468694?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4676496131881468694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=4676496131881468694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/4676496131881468694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/4676496131881468694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/10/then-everything-went-crazy.html' title='then everything went crazy'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-7535173314999529576</id><published>2007-09-28T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:22:00.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gives, and takes away</title><content type='html'>boredom brings me back. ehh but then i dunno what to write. havent written anything proper since. wow i've never written anything proper, lol. not here anyway, and probably not in exams either, judging from grades. -.- but i ceased giving a damn about that a long time ago. which i suppose is a bad thing. heh but the words come out clear enough in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i really need to get down to mugging o.O. but there appear to be many distractions. two major exams in three months = major drainage of mugging energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway one important lesson that i've not really learnt over my relatively short (so far, at least) life would be that following ones better judgement is usually a good practice, despite its possibly extremely counter-intuitive nature. 'cause there are Consequences. lol. or rather, things to lose. conversely, not attending to ones compulsions has Benefits. so i just thought i would pretend to be a wise person and dish out wise-sounding advice -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another random note.&lt;br /&gt;Conflict and Resolution have always been the basis for any substantial plot. i suppose that includes life -.o even if resolutions arent necessarily good all the time o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-7535173314999529576?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7535173314999529576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=7535173314999529576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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on it &gt;.&lt;. a little, lol. getting boring anyway. but i have just made the most astonishing discovery that pokemon moves use attack and special attack not based on the type of attack &gt;.&lt;. i.e. surf uses special attack while waterfall uses attack.  which means i have been deluded for a very longgg time.     papers were shit, and i dont think its hit me yet that these are prelims. in my visions from the start of the year im supposed to be starting to score As now. not going to happen. and school's out. =/ i actually dislike school most of the time, lol. still, school's one of the things that keep my life together and all. dota is another. can't play well anymore though, tried taking over from my brother after half an hour just now and got properly owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im supposed to be emo about school here or something. =/but too sleepy to continue. be back next month. or year or whatever &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-6978664771486101052</id><published>2007-07-29T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:18:53.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Site will be temporarily(maybe) dead xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-6978664771486101052?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6978664771486101052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=6978664771486101052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wonder about the cause for all that apathy about work. lol. and i just discovered ali smith is a lesbian this afternoon -.- weather is depressing. its not raining outright, but sky looks threatening. looked threatening, now its just mildly...ugh. for lack of a better word. maybe stressing too much. maybe too little. and the rest is intangible. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-6789320571836377825?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6789320571836377825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=6789320571836377825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/6789320571836377825'/><link rel='self' 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exploded or anything yet. Anyway. im serious about the entire day thing. still quite unproductive. lol and its friday already. hmm. and my table is like. art. also i am better able to grasp the full extent of the rate of hair dropping. and i realize that my floor is damn dusty. which may or may not be because my maid has no chance to sweep it since i'm always in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i think i might go crazy soon &gt;&lt;. from the being in one place for too long alone while resisting every temptation to dota. then again i am arguably already on that path -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my CTs are dead. like, really. i dont mind, really. lol. or at least part of me doesnt =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my excellent prediction is that i will fall asleep without switching off the laptop again tonight. then i will end up sleeping on my specs again. or something. they are still in relatively good condition lol. well they dont cost &gt;250 bucks for nothing i guess .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like doing the 10 people thing. awhile back lol. but nahhh. however, if you should want to know what i have to say to you (if i have anything to say to you at all) you may pay me a dollar and i shall personally send you an email! wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-4285836108625628604?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4285836108625628604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=4285836108625628604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/4285836108625628604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/4285836108625628604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-thats-what-you-want.html' title='if thats what you want'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-7872208247828989511</id><published>2007-06-18T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:14:01.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take that?</title><content type='html'>muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-7872208247828989511?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7872208247828989511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=7872208247828989511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/7872208247828989511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/7872208247828989511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='take that?'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-760075526602268767</id><published>2007-06-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:58:13.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In his song</title><content type='html'>haha alright. today was a sunny day ^.^ not the stifling heat kinda sunny, but warm and windy i.e. nice. lawl, just thought i should document it. since they are rather rare. apart from that i really dont have much to say. i think i lag behind even moca in mugging :o. should start soonnn. then again ive never really done intense mugging before =/. and now i am struck by the urge to go play dota or something. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-760075526602268767?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/760075526602268767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=760075526602268767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/760075526602268767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/760075526602268767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-his-song.html' title='In his song'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-5596316600736358204</id><published>2007-05-26T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:36:42.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent been sick in more than half a year, if i remember correctly. (then again my memorys not so good these days) anywayy, havent been sick in a long time. which makes it a lot worse when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently my feet hurt, legs are aching, along with my back, and i have a headache and my eyes hurt(lol dont ask why, i dont know either) and my throat hurts. experience tells me that a fever is coming along soon. lol, and theres nothing to do. hence the whining. anyway i suppose it came from synod youth games. too much exertion for my (quite unfit) body to handle, i guess. and the rain -.-. no one else fell sick, so..lol should go train or something. lawl we got owned quite thoroughly in most departments i guess, but the last game was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have alot more to say, but so do you? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-5596316600736358204?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5596316600736358204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=5596316600736358204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/5596316600736358204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/5596316600736358204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/05/havent-been-sick-in-more-than-half-year.html' title=''/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-8271527229258716242</id><published>2007-05-19T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:03:35.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It only gets harder the more that you know</title><content type='html'>woot thats first song ive played twice (on wmp) in a long long time. apart from new songs lah. lol still dont know what its about though. not entirely, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. today = first event pulled off. yay. lol things went alright. pretty good. and mingbao rocks, for coming up with most of the games ideas, and being cameraman+ director for the promos+ having this strange ability to not be frustrated with anything + bringing/making most of the logistics stuff. oh and rachel lu too, of course (why'd i end up doing most of the talking though lol). and team marshals and station marshals. and i srsly respect uncle kien seng for taking that group. non-christian turnout = 19. one convert woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well alright. not much to say. lol. kinda tired now, been doing stuff since...7. well running around at least. damn printer + photocopier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheh i feel like ending off with some angsty line or quote or something, but nope, uninspired tonight. g'night then. sleep tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-8271527229258716242?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8271527229258716242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=8271527229258716242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8271527229258716242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8271527229258716242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-only-gets-harder-more-that-you-know.html' title='It only gets harder the more that you know'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-4952774910210611616</id><published>2007-05-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:26:36.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk the Line</title><content type='html'>hmm i remember when i watched the show. i dont know how it won best picture, but it did. (if im not wrong) anyway it was pretty good lah. and when i grasped the significance of the title. i was quite impressed. i dont remember why &gt;&lt;. since its the title of one of his songs anyway. johnny cash's that is. anyway! today marks the day i first hear the song. on wen loongs blog. oO. (for people who know who wen loong is....thats how bored im getting)(not that wen loongs blog is boring or anything) woot. its a nice song. for something from that era =p. nice husky voice the guys got o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so. i should be working. but when faced with too much work one tends towards escapism. my desk. is in a mess. i miss my old file. all there was to do was chuck everything inside. currently cant be bothered with putting stuff back inside. so now my table has many many stacks of worksheets and i cant remember how theyre sorted out lol. grah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm today. was busy, to say the least. church was kinda...strange. no further comment lol. and the streetdance thing was pretty nice ^.^ couldnt exactly see the whole stage, but...whatever lol. im getting to know j1s too. met bennett and longkuan on my way to intended location: esplanade library, an hour early. followed them to starbucks. broke longkuans space impact high score, rawr. and the whole brandon kwan incident was. welllll. interesting ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; right. should start working. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-4952774910210611616?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4952774910210611616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=4952774910210611616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/4952774910210611616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/4952774910210611616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/05/walk-line.html' title='Walk the Line'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-1712574591109835190</id><published>2007-04-29T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:04:00.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April fools.</title><content type='html'>Alright lim min so you were right, it does rain a lot in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everythings moist, decaying and eroded. Hold on to whatever you've got, dont get washed away. and sorry, if sometimes i forget. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent blogged in ages. okay lah half a month. sian =p. April sucked. for almost everyone i know. now if April was anyone's favourite month of the year tell me and i will go over and shake your hand. but. oh well. if God has a plan, then i guess everything that happens happens for a reason. just not really fun when that reason is to test. hmph. we'll all get by, somehow and eventually. time solves everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory that everyones life becomes plain ol' weird sometimes, for no fathomable reason. okay its not very original. emphasis is on the everyone. if that makes it any less nonsensical. so at some point or other people start adopting Unwell as their theme song lol. and this is like, a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is occupying an increasing amount of space in my life. which is good, i guess. second finger still a little numb from carrying the curry chicken yesterday oO. starting to talk to people and all. basically, im becoming sociable. shock. and my lack of inspiration for the pre-E outreach programme vaguely alarms me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels pretty good writing something thats not an essay. after half a month. ^.^ lol. May soon. if recent weather patterns (hoho what patterns) are anything to go by its going to be damn hot. wonder how it'll turn out. much labour or something. lol. damn why are As this year. Must mug &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough angst lol. but hey, that felt good.&lt;br /&gt;Edit: nice sunset. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-1712574591109835190?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/1712574591109835190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=1712574591109835190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/1712574591109835190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/1712574591109835190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-fools.html' title='April fools.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-3775352887969144193</id><published>2007-04-16T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:53:14.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how i know it's real.</title><content type='html'>it's always been like this, yar?&lt;br /&gt;Fine. i admit lol. me today = moderately emo. quite silly. i mean very silly.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, thanks, i appreciate it. even if its not explicitly stated. (well now it is &gt;&lt;) explicit isnt exactly my favourite word anyway.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, you know what it's like, i guess. maybe?&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, dont you dare feel troubled. it's really mine to sort out lol. i am, after all, a bloody guy. oh, and i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. my cheeks hurt (still). yz anniversary on saturday. i was the miscellaneous help guy, being six hours early and having no specific purpose there. after awhile, i became one of the two pioneering members of the balloon blowing committee! then the electric pump spoilt. so ended up having to do it manually. uhh the other people came and helped after band prac, and about 4 hours was spent blowing balloons. quite fun really. XD. i mean amusing to watch people with balloon phobia. anyway it was about 300 balloons(i think?) between less than 10 people over 4 hours. so thats...quite pro. lol. except later all of them were burst. =/ and we didnt even get a photo. oh right me fingers were hurting yesterday. cause i take more time to tie a balloon than to inflate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and theres the outreach prog on may 19. im on the 3-man planning committee. and its supposed to be bigger than yz anniversary, so i...really wonder how this is going to work. life is getting a little busier. anyone wanna come. =/ lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-3775352887969144193?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3775352887969144193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=3775352887969144193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/3775352887969144193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/3775352887969144193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-how-i-know-its-real.html' title='this is how i know it&apos;s real.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-1927867820683575545</id><published>2007-04-10T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:48:47.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what lies beneath</title><content type='html'>nebulous, by the way, is mondays word of the day. such an intriguing word. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. it's time for a not-so-nebulous update. i shall cease discussing my state of mind/whatever. always ends up..nebulous. problem is, i havent much idea what to write. so. umm this'll be alot like old times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. long weekend = relatively busy. friday had good friday service@expo. and...im in the planning commitee for pre-e event. (planning committee currently = 3 people) cause only 2 people replied the sms. oO. anyway my generation of ideas for these things kinda sucks. but oh well. lol i can point out alot of flaws though &gt;&lt;. then train ride #1 from expo to civil service club. bowling with phang and lk. umm yay phang owns me now. train ride #2 home. Saturday comes along. train ride #3 to little india. umm writers cip meeting. attendance seven. basically i turned up half an hour late and just. listened to them talk. lawl. the external volunteer appeared to have been left out of all the rj-exclusive talk. train ride #4 home. an hour later, train ride #5 to city hall. dinner with 4i people ^^. best attendance in a longlong time. i miss the old brand of humour sometimes. and we walked alot. originally with purpose. originally. oh and weiren has biceps.:Dtrain ride #6 home. alright i know 6 train rides in 2 days doesnt seem like alot, but by my 4th train ride i was really sick of the whole thing &gt;&lt;. hmm sunday. easter service. which was quite pro. then went to...buy a piano for sister. nothing interesting  there though. right. so anti-climatic. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-1927867820683575545?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/1927867820683575545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=1927867820683575545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/1927867820683575545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/1927867820683575545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-lies-beneath.html' title='what lies beneath'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-5088559148190333474</id><published>2007-04-03T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T20:40:42.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>about time i blog, i guess. its kinda stagnating, but these days there are no conclusions to anything, or thoughts get themselves tied up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. stuff over the last few days. saturday was kinda shitty. i was rudely awakened, at 530, for...no fathomable reason. anyway the moon was. big and round and bloody red (no pun). had to put on my glasses and check i wasnt dreaming, lol. then the latter half of the day (i.e. after getting home from bs) was spent in a foul mood. all the way till sunday morning. so uhh. sunday stuff was alot better. went lanning. for four hours. after qing ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh this post was supposed to be up on tuesday or something. so the last paragraph is really supposed to be longer. heh but whatever. things have been going quite haywire lately, grades and all. sometimes faith wears thin and walls start trembling. but i'll make it through. just like before. in fact we're all going to make it. hope for it. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont always know what to say, or what to do. eloquence was never something i had. but i'll be around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-5088559148190333474?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5088559148190333474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=5088559148190333474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/5088559148190333474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/5088559148190333474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/04/about-time-i-blog-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-3435149253218946051</id><published>2007-03-26T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:02:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>between believing the best and assuming the worst, i tend towards the latter. hard as i may try. been that way since. forever. it also happens that i appear to possess the extraordinary ability to  construct, from the presence/absence of things, long complicated trains of thought that get derailed, and end up having to start from the beginning. damn paranoia. lol. Faith. =/. in God, that is. (dont worry this has nothing to do with anyone or anything. seriously.) i'll try. meanwhile, bear with me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i dont do engineering. o_O&lt;br /&gt;eh, this is a really short post, but whatever. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-3435149253218946051?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3435149253218946051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=3435149253218946051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/3435149253218946051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/3435149253218946051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/03/between-believing-best-and-assuming.html' title=''/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-2233435572770516398</id><published>2007-03-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:37:32.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is just to say.</title><content type='html'>chem owned me. completely. on the other hand, cts are over. then again, highness about it only lasted like 5 minutes. now, i = abit tired. so my eyes tell me. okay. anyway, its been....2 weeks of slacking + mugging + everything else. lol. thanks =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway#2, yay. 3 days of slacking, ooh. then back to school. we need proper holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway#3. hmm. right, wanted to blog on sunday, but wasnt (that) free. umm. youth sunday. lol, service felt alot...different (better). when serving. even if it was just ushering. plus get to pose in long sleeved shirt. and...accumulate hand-shaking experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway#4. no more. =/. eh, i dont know what to blog about anymore. having to resort to changing colours as substitute. lol.  dhoom approaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-2233435572770516398?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2233435572770516398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=2233435572770516398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/2233435572770516398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/2233435572770516398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-just-to-say.html' title='this is just to say.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-929901354610635462</id><published>2007-03-16T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:16:43.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One night of desolation #2</title><content type='html'>alright. i cant access msn. -.-. or hotmail. they say its no good to 'keep everything inside'. so im just going to...rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i've tried everything. lol. except downloading yahoo msnger, but i thought that might be a little extreme. i think its the damned router (since i've tried using my brothers comp as well). if thats the case the router can go eat shit and die. incidentally this is major problem # 2 with the router/wireless, not including random connection problems. problem#1, discovered yesterday : i get disconnected when my sister shuts down her comp. damn wireless adapter. alternatively it could be the msn server problem, but thats quite unlikely. plus asking around wouldnt be very convenient. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so this isnt the first time this is happening. its #2, i think. not including the night of desolation#1, where msn server got screwed (but even then i had windows msnger). the last time...my mom fixed it. lol. i have no idea about my moms actual level of techno proness. bleagh. probably ask her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, my mugging is damn screwed up. i mean it &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol maybe she wont be able to fix it, then maybe i'll actually start mugging. instead of wasting time trying to fix the damn thing. hoho bnet is working fine though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] the thing started working after i published this. @_@&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding this is such a weak rant. lol.&lt;br /&gt;[edit#2] screwed up again. wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-929901354610635462?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/929901354610635462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=929901354610635462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/929901354610635462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/929901354610635462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-night-of-desolation-2.html' title='One night of desolation #2'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-8641155405332928225</id><published>2007-03-08T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:56:07.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhale Deeply.</title><content type='html'>lol this is supremely stupid. i think i fail my logic. and common sense. the presence of the 'i think' would seriously bring to question the accuracy of the statement. knowing that one is being -insert negative quality- (and it is unwarranted) doesnt make it any easier to stop it. so im sorry. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. got screwed by chem test quite badly. that shouldnt really matter, since i lost 15 notes, scanned randomly selected pages of 15b, did the same for 16. all the same i would gladly fall for mssoh's...sort of tactic. motivation is a good thing. cts are coming. watch me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. hardly motivation actually. not going to last. i should start mugging. oh, and i used to be good. always thought i was, anyway. still do, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one or two people in class are How to Save a Life crazy. i actually like the song ( it was perfection of first misinterpretation, sometime late last year. actually i mentioned it in passing) but i might soon start referring to it as 'that damn song' at this rate. funny thing is i never quite managed to figure out what it really means. the confusion is primarily due to the presence of three protagonists, i think. heh i dont think many people really could, judging from all the weird youtube videos involving suicide. and other foolish ways of dying (actually i only watched one, at weirens request). well it was grammy nominated. not that i think it deserving of winning, but...the dixie chicks won. =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next two weeks look like a lot of shit. saturday please come. (evening, the rest of the day looks to be really screwed up. and...i saw that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. all better ^^. and dont ask please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-8641155405332928225?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8641155405332928225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=8641155405332928225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8641155405332928225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8641155405332928225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/03/exhale-deeply.html' title='Exhale Deeply.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-7500409895925209678</id><published>2007-03-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:08:48.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/)</title><content type='html'>yay. gp is done. paper is weird. i screwed it up. i think. i dont care lol. i will not think about the rest of the papers and the dismal state of my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a long time since i blogged. i think i forgot how to. sigh okay. anw i are kinda tired. today whole class was tired &gt;&lt;. maybe my being tired has something to do with the 3 hrs of talking crap with crunch and phang (and later lim min)(and earlier longkuan) after school. its quite mad lah just sit there and talk and talk and talk. actually listen to all of phangs 'did you know's. intended to go home at 3, then 315, then 430, then 445. actually went home at 6 oO. but quite fun lah. lol. the day before was spent trying to do work with lk and phang, but ended up talking crap with lk and phang till 530.(lol i just remembered the lit essay. shit) phang is the constant, obviously. i just cant decide if the phang came first or the crap came first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. and my moods been swinging quite badly in school lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-7500409895925209678?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7500409895925209678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=7500409895925209678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/7500409895925209678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/7500409895925209678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='=/)'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-8994573876129253570</id><published>2007-02-24T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:41:40.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol i think i've been quite the asshole (or emo) the last few days. that is to say, being less sensitive than usual, and basically giving less shit about anyone apart from myself. i'm not reproaching myself about it though. (does that make me an asshole still lol). hmm. maybe i should be that way more. more selfish, to quote anonymous person (in case he objects to his identity being revealed). some things affect you more than you thought they would. some things affect you more than you thought they would, and theres relief, because theres truth there, and truth can never be absolutely bad oO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if i happen to have offended anyone, my apologies. (thought chances are you probably would have started it -.-. just so happens i might have been more volatile than usual) i should be (almost)back to normal now, i think. i could credit dota for that. it helps blank out emotional state. unless some you get into a virtual argument with some idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-8994573876129253570?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8994573876129253570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=8994573876129253570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8994573876129253570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8994573876129253570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/02/lol-i-think-ive-been-quite-asshole-or.html' title=''/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-2556321220985765128</id><published>2007-02-22T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:17:34.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brevity of whine.</title><content type='html'>i think i could laugh at myself.  days are longer in the shortest month, and i want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-2556321220985765128?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2556321220985765128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=2556321220985765128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/2556321220985765128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/2556321220985765128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/02/brevity-of-whine.html' title='brevity of whine.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-8370064018934047170</id><published>2007-02-21T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:19:01.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol duno why i tire so easily nowadays. nowadays being..since saturday? think its the cnys fault. like wth i saw relatives on my fathers side for 4 consecutive days. as a result of my being quite tired (damn maths, and im still at 11a) this post will be void of intellectual stuff. or anything remotely funny. hmm humour has been in short supply the last week+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. since last week: my very own laptop. oO. got windows vista summore. which is quite cool but the entertainment sucks. they record ur minesweeper win rate. mine is like 4% currently. as such i have decided to switch my primary source of entertainment when theres nothing to do. it was Chess Titans for awhile (which is basically chess), but now its Mahjong Titans (which is basically match-the-tiles). dont look down on it, playing it for extended periods of time (which really dont seem very long) results in sianness to the highest degree, and potential headaches. zzz this morning i thought of resolving to play nothing but dota. hasnt worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year. dont want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miscellaneous. so many things to do. so little time i dedicate to them. really screwed. oh and i think my scandal saturation levels are reaching maximum capacity. if that made sense. therefore i have decided to take a break from discussing old/overdiscussed scandals. which is basically almost everything. lol. okay tired liao dont want type liao =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-8370064018934047170?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8370064018934047170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=8370064018934047170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8370064018934047170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8370064018934047170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/02/lol-duno-why-i-tire-so-easily-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-2555012769950776295</id><published>2007-02-14T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T19:34:57.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once, upon a forever</title><content type='html'>hmm. happy valentines day, or something. hmm. how long it has been. Very, i think. least it seems that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. since i last blogged: my house is pretty much..pretty. right. kay wdv its looking quite good. my life is currently not falling apart, tyvm. my understanding of the damn lectures and status on tutorials, though, is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my 18th valentines day: save some random stuff, rather uneventful. but relatively, eventful. quite stupid, actually. lol. so nothing much actually happened apparently. but longkuan got a rose. it would appear his pri sch classmates all like him very much. or someone else does. i got ego marshmallows from lk. oO. and i have a story to tell someday. lol too much chocolate doesnt feel very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year approaches. and woot i just threw away a whole bunch of hongbaos. (and removed the money) (see last or last last post) i love my efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who gives a shit about the hongbao when what really matters is whats inside. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(woops, deleted part n/a anymore)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-2555012769950776295?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2555012769950776295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=2555012769950776295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/2555012769950776295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/2555012769950776295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahh-yknow.html' title='Once, upon a forever'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-198158723431341160</id><published>2007-02-07T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:00:30.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doesnt matter anymore</title><content type='html'>kay honestly i still do not get it. been rather moodswingy lately. if lit is in my blood then i must be losing a lot of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my room is almost up. that is to say i now have aircon. yay. and it is now painted. orange ftw. double yay. and my table is uber neat, cos all the mess is in a box. and there is now cable. and i can access the internet, so its back to the old routine. and woot the laptop is currently in my room, which is a first. old routine meaning i can waste a lot of time basically staring at the screen waiting for the sky to fall. well the internet free days have been a lot more bearable than expected. sunday was absolutely shitty, internet withdrawal at its best. monday i was hanging around school the whole day, got home like 10+ , so there was hardly any chance to miss msn/dota. plus there was internet at lks house oO. tuesday...lol was at home for like 3 hrs? spent the 3 hrs downstairs. renovations kinda left the place in conditions unfit for doing anything. started reading screwtape letters again. clive staples is some sort of genius guy with a whole lot of sense. and later went to timbre (?) either timber, or timbrei, wdv.  mm. well now i have back internet so take it away even for a day and i am going to suffer from severe withdrawal again. and i am falling asleep. so i appear to be typing stuff to myself(and typing nonsense inconsequential sentences) again. damn homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-198158723431341160?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/198158723431341160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=198158723431341160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/198158723431341160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/198158723431341160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/02/doesnt-matter-anymore.html' title='doesnt matter anymore'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-8161428446224065770</id><published>2007-02-04T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:25:07.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the stars.</title><content type='html'>woot i am wide awake. i am moving tomorrow. how does one say goodbye, even to a house (an echo-riddled one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a separate note this house was really the reason for my changing primary schools. and who knows where i would be now if i hadnt moved. somewhere quite different, no doubt. still in this school, i think. but. lol. but if God had a plan, has a plan, then i guess it could not have happened any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a full moon tonight. some bloke on radio says its called the snow moon. the full moon at this time of the year. anyway. i am out of here, into that shithole. for now its a shithole anyway. who knows what its going to be like, after renovations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, you're not likely to see me online for the next five days. at least. so its no msn or dota for the next 5 days. its not going to be pleasant, but after so long, i think i can endure that. lol. well. goodbye then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-8161428446224065770?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8161428446224065770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=8161428446224065770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8161428446224065770'/><link rel='self' 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old sense of humour. the one that inspired shellfish stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its february. i realized i once wondered what january would be like. lol. i duno really. the weather, in the most literal sense, has been nice though. but if the first two days of february are anything to go by...well, january might seem alot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway(again), happy birthday to uhh wts mom(1st), lim mins dog(2nd), mocas dad(3rd), and ann tay(4th).  sigh. thanks for the present btw =). i think i know of a few things i want done by 19. but well. thats for closer to 19 lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-495227264182500806?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/495227264182500806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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should a) do my homework and listen during lectures(wtf@vectors), b) stop being so damn paranoid and assuming the worst, its not fair to the people/events in question, c) start writing (i had my first line a few days ago, but thats forgotten now)(correction, it goes, a passing car sends light and shadow gliding through the thin lace curtain and across the room. or something. hmm its decent i think &gt;&lt;), d) finish packing my stuff, which would inevitably include, at some point or another, e) filing all of last years worksheets. also i should f) try and replace my gc before the damn warranty runs out, which i think is pretty soon, if its not already gone, along with (parents) 175 bucks. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there is a little elaboration to be done for d). so i've been trying to sort out my stuff. rusty dusty things that persist in their existence. some items worthy of mention would include my old mickey mouse piggy bank (some random foreign coins included), a bottle of dried glue( yes whatever was inside kinda solidified), my old postcard collection (which was contained in a photo album)(if thats what you want to call it, self-created cover page made using that old crap software with the purple guy who went by the name mcgee (wth was it called)), and my old pin collection. as you can clearly see there i used to collect things for the sake of them =/. oh right and money oO. which i nearly threw away. plus i did a thorough examination of the top drawer, as i always do when moving, and sometimes when im not moving. usually i just take the class photos (which date back to p3) and stare at them(and crap i lost the p1/p2 ones), but this time i examined all the old birthday cards as well. (from the time when i still called my parents papa and mama and my sisters name was undecided, and was therefore known as baby). lol. ah well. theres some random other photos from random long-agos. like uhh zomg i had one with council head! and the rest of the prefects and asst moniter/ess and monitress from p3 lol. haha and thats about all i have to go by. what little i remember has probably been distorted beynd recognition. and some from australia, back in p5? and some from...the birdpark/reptile garden. when it was exciting to take pictures of animals. lol, probably still would be. and not one, but two passport sized photos of myself from...somewhere between p1 and 4 lol. handsome, charming, sweet little boy that i was then. aww.&lt;br /&gt;ah well. rusty dusty stuff from long ago. that for reasons unknown persist in their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. ignore me. anyway. there was good weather today(imo). for about 2 hours. before it got hot =/. occasional bouts of really nice weather these days. relative to the last few months that is. stupid singapore weather/global warming, on permanent mood swings. also, the holidays seem to have severely crippled my academic ability. and. Cramped my Style. lmao. blogging style, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing =/. just the other day, i mean yesterday lol, i was considering the moon's pathos. though i would love to show off my depth of insight, that would make this paragraph sound more corny than it already does, so i'll leave you to derive it yourself if you think yourself really really bored. its funner =/. i mean less unfun. lol. (wow@number of typos/punctuation errors. half asleep at 9+ oO)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-2695148190587428089?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2695148190587428089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=2695148190587428089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/2695148190587428089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/2695148190587428089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/01/rest-aint-rest.html' title='Rest aint rest'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-4278286888686098442</id><published>2007-01-25T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:18:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All right</title><content type='html'>almost. wdv. lol. they played How to Save a Life on class95 today (?!). alright, theyre getting angsty now (and a little outdated). hmm actually its supposed to be anti-angst(?) but sounds damn angsty anyway =/. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was find-out-about-your-siblings-love-lives day. as i both found out who my sister likes and found my brothers (relatively new) blog &gt;.&lt;. the first does not really warrant any comment, but the second...i reserve comment. here, anyway. he also tried to find out how to fold paper roses, i find out today. i think i can claim credit for that =/. maybe i should teach him lol. whatever the case im not visiting his blog anymore &gt;&lt;. looking at history is damn stalker behaviour lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news my lack of efficiency the whole year has been mildly frustrating. in my room i tend to devote my attention to whatever the radios playing and/or walking around. and in front of the comp is just in front of the comp. lol maybe all that will change once i move, and then i will have both the radio and be in front of the comp, and a bed. and there will be so much to distract me i will just have to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-4278286888686098442?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4278286888686098442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=4278286888686098442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/4278286888686098442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/4278286888686098442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-right.html' title='All right'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-5077586173063742444</id><published>2007-01-20T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:10:15.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i can only remember the answer.</title><content type='html'>this is really quite irrelevant and non-intelligent and all, but if anyones wondering where have all the cowboys gone, i think theyre all singing their sad sad songs. okay nevermind, dont think anyones going to get it but me.  wow i can entertain myself. lol as for the rest, i think i'm losing it =(. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weeks been...good. lol. now if i could only understand vectors, econs(i dont even know the damn topic), and bring myself to do my homework. speaking of homework i think there is quite alot of it. and today was almost entirely spent in church, and so will a large chunk of tmr, so im quite screwed. as i was saying, today was almost entirely spent in church, doing mostly nothing lol. oh right there was this inscribe a bible thing which i was persuaded to wait around(i.e. play lan) for 4 hrs for. basically they give people bible verses to handwrite, and compile them together. so no matter how small, ugly, unreadable and full of things to complain about my handwriting may be, a copy of revelations chapter 8 written in it is going to be sent to Israel oO. umm. yay i guess. lol. making history, they say. perhaps, but i think i've made better histories than that lol. hmm. damn, im running out of things to say too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-5077586173063742444?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5077586173063742444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=5077586173063742444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/5077586173063742444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/5077586173063742444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-i-can-only-remember-answer.html' title='and i can only remember the answer.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-8848463837432597206</id><published>2007-01-18T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:33:46.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>w4s</title><content type='html'>lol first things first! happy birthday weiren and raja =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i realize i havent much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. wdv. had j1 orientation today. for writers. i must say i think i was quite sociable. anyway since we finished the stupid thing like 3o minutes before everyone else was sitting around doing more or less nothing. well i told the only joke i remember (the black knight one) but nvm. then i posed my love life question to the j1s, and a girl commented on the lack of selection in rj. ..and i decide to reserve comment. draw ur own inferences pls. hmm. having j1s around reminds me of ncc lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing how people can go on so little. or have to. or think they have to. just take my bloody h3 lit. i think the only reason i had courage enough to take it was cos of albar. or at least what she said. and wth who knows how much she meant it anyway. mightve been nice sounding parting words lol. and if she was wrong..well then i guess...she would have unintentionally screwed me up. oO. oh well. wdv. stuck here already, might as well just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really need to learn to work in front of the comp. seriously doing nothing -.- and my file next to me just to make me feel a little better. how unproductive. think i'll try spending my night some other way today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-8848463837432597206?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8848463837432597206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=8848463837432597206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8848463837432597206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8848463837432597206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/01/w4s.html' title='w4s'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-8340169627253403541</id><published>2007-01-11T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:14:14.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/1</title><content type='html'>as one might know, today happens to be the 11th of January. i must say i think i should be quite grateful for it(today being the 11th that is), as i started the day determined to go through it completely free of any negative..stuff. genuinely cheery, in other words.  aye, unfortunately, the day seemed to want to test me or something. see first there was the unfortunate accident of my having taken some relatively sexy pants in the darkness that was my room. now i usually would have borne it with all my usual good humour. and no, they who seemed bent on causing me uhh. torment? did not succeed very much. rather, thanks to the aid of lactic acid buildup produced by anaerobic respiration, resulting in a feeling very much like a cross between wanting to puke and waking up after a short afternoon nap, succeeded rather in irritation. therefore, if anyone happened to feel..ignored? (i duno) Whatever. lol. in addition to that, my calf happened to cramp somewhere in the canteen. whatever would i do without moca :D. oh right some fishing car stopping at the bus stop happened to not notice the large puddle of water, and me, standing there. luckily only my shoes and abit of my pants were not spared. -.- and uhh the two teachers standing behind the bus stop under a single umbrella to avoid potential accidents like the one that had befallen my shoes must be credited for their...ability to anticipate everything. after all, though buses are considerate enough to slow down, there are lots of cars that happen to drop people off at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol this post reeks of...i dont know what. something that i do not like sounding like. adding more swear words and simplifying the language might help i guess. anyway, apart from that, my day was almost perfectly fine. though who knows what mightve happened if today didnt occur..today. uhh right. lol. since a line stretches to infinity, it is impossible to get to the other side without either crossing it, or erasing it. sounds intelligent doesnt it? hold on, while i try to figure out what it could possibly mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-8340169627253403541?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8340169627253403541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=8340169627253403541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8340169627253403541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/8340169627253403541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/01/111.html' title='11/1'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-3330965630335456488</id><published>2007-01-09T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:57:39.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things.</title><content type='html'>you know how there are some things in life that seem too coincidental to be pure coincidence. like csc used to say, there is no such things as coincidences in life. something like that, the frequency(if thats the word) interfered with my hearing &gt;&lt;. like ummm. what is the probability of you dialling the wrong number, but the person who picks up the phone has the same name as the person u intend to call. =o.&lt;br /&gt;was reading pride and prejudice the whole afternoon at home. uhh trying to anyway. btw my afternoon was computer free =o. i say trying to because there appeared to be some party at my house today. of course i missed out on most of it, as i was on a self-imposed exile to my room. (another one of) my brothers friends was there when i came back, then left, then my sisters school bus friends/our sort of neighbours(and their neighbours) from the nearby apartments came over. so between the high pitched screaming, stampedes, and the opposite neighbours (another one) dogs barking(apparently its kinda bored cooped up in the house and wants to play with kids and their bicycles/skate scooters) and my radio one cannot expect me to get much work done. but wattheshit theres so much to be done. and my sisters school bus friend is a most interesting character. for a p4 kid, anw. comes into my room, wonders what i could be doing (doesnt find out :), but honestly a good question), cant pronounce literature and essay (&gt;&lt;) , comments on my being from raffles, leaves, and disallows me from locking my door lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-3330965630335456488?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3330965630335456488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=3330965630335456488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/3330965630335456488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/3330965630335456488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/01/things.html' title='Things.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-6162165584065838067</id><published>2007-01-06T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T18:17:55.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right.</title><content type='html'>new template. i mean colours. yay for blogger beta thats not beta anymore. now i dont have to search for html colour codes -.-. yes i guess i am quite obsessed with lime green. lol. alright moca which one hurts ur eyes more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-6162165584065838067?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6162165584065838067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=6162165584065838067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/6162165584065838067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/6162165584065838067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/01/right.html' title='Right.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-7638571051818913187</id><published>2007-01-06T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:53:38.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of feeling invincible</title><content type='html'>lol remember the days when we all used to confuse invincible with invisible? confusion is justified though, maybe. one need only watch the invisible man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, this post has no point, really. nothing to do on a Saturday afternoon. (this one could hardly be called unpleasant though) the computer seems to object greatly to my playing dota. restarts, leavers and fatal errors are its most powerful weapons. and the laptop is too lagged. Maple has proven to be so mind numbingly boring that there is inclination not to use pots and just regenerate while reading pride and prejudice. which, btw, has one of the ugliest covers i have seen on a book. i am tempted to use my shiny reflective golden bookmark and put it about a third of the way down the cover. and well, cover. a strip of it. also i believe i have discovered why them bookmarks have messages printed on them, especially christian ones. for example mine is entitled Serenity Prayer. not that it helps very much. too thin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however it has proven to be relatively interesting, if supposedly relatively bimbotic. though watching the movie and knowing the whole plot kinda makes you look at eliza bennet and darcy differently. certainly not as smart as one would think her without knowing the rest of the story, though clever relative to her sisters nonetheless.(hmm alot of relations in the book too) of course ive barely started so this opinion might not justified. okay this is perhaps only the second time i have started on the book before the teacher does so i guess thats a good sign. whatever the case i am sure we will all have fun writing long interesting essays on our theories of love, or whatever kind of question one could possibly set for the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, was extremely bored last night when i chanced upon someones (i duno i think i'll keep it anonymous) old blog, to which i appeared to be the third distinct(if my maths isnt screwed up, distinct=different?) visitor cos almost no1 knew about it. anyway i happened to be featured(well not the main one obviously) in one particular episode (uhh yes i looked through the archives). anyway i was like. i appear to be unable to find appropriate words, but i suppose it was something like (=o)(well i wouldnt say i was at a loss for words, didnt fall off my chair or anything, and woohoo a smiley. !.)the following will sound quite cheesy, but yea i guess ur right it is rather(ahh fine, not rather) tempting to join in the mass of angst(and of course its good friends anger and bitterness), decipherable (or indecipherable, though what would that make it?) that can be found advertised to the public. amazing how someone you know could be going through that much without you ever knowing. (though i daresay some would prefer knowing). therefore to those who resist temptation, and find it in themselves to go through stuff more or less alone.(come to think of it thats almost everyone. i think. maybe its an obligation lol. feel like quoting some lines from pnp &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-7638571051818913187?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7638571051818913187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=7638571051818913187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/7638571051818913187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/7638571051818913187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/01/days-of-feeling-invincible.html' title='Days of feeling invincible'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-1553877352553977499</id><published>2007-01-04T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:02:37.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligation</title><content type='html'>is part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appear to have left my pencil case in school, most likely in the hall. in which case it would have long been ripped apart by j1s. or they might wave it around in the air and ask whose it is, but of course its no ones, so who knows what they're gonna do with it then. i'm not exactly weeping though. anyway its been with me for quite a long time, so heres an obligatory tribute to the various items in there, and a brief description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue pens-free, about 20 more in the cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;Pencils-free. and no lead. cant seem to find any in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Stapler-very old, very cranky. flips open without warning. pencil cap tends to get stuck in there.&lt;br /&gt;Highlighter-free gift.&lt;br /&gt;Pencil case-free gift.&lt;br /&gt;Red pen-runs out of ink sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Drug abuse badge-no comment.&lt;br /&gt;Ruler-25 cents&lt;br /&gt;Correction tape-its pink.&lt;br /&gt;Keychain thing thats really a handphone accessory- uh brought back from some european country. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha whatever. think i'll miss my blue pen though, the one with the papermate logo almost completely faded. it miraculously never ever ran out of ink, or got screwed, despite my uhh dropping it numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news my resistance to sleep during chem lectures seems to have diminished somewhat. plus i get tired damn easily. work faster next time, mister brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem tutorials look like theyre gonna be pretty fun. not looking forward to seeing her angry though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zz forgot what else i had to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-1553877352553977499?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/1553877352553977499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=1553877352553977499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/1553877352553977499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/1553877352553977499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/01/obligation.html' title='Obligation'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-343511649132538509</id><published>2007-01-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:42:22.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forecast</title><content type='html'>Really good! (haha i just erased an entire paragraph of sarcastic potentially hurtful comments on the forecast for this year. but then i realized i might be exposed. so thats gone, which is probably a good thing, cos i was feeling pretty bad. after all, people have done nothing to deserve flaming. yes. i should be less cynical of them. after all my first impressions have mostly proven themselves to be overly harsh. just take my first impressions of the class and vadi &gt;&lt;. well anyway. going to miss vadi, gwee. the year looks like its going to be full of...work. everyones favourite activity. also looks like its going to be dry, boring, and filled with..unoriginal stuff that we've all heard too many times already, since pri sch i think. at least as far as teachers are concerned. well at least lit doesnt look too bad, according to wt. and pnp looks infinitely funner than othello. this is before i have touched the book btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore whats in the brackets pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-343511649132538509?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/343511649132538509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=343511649132538509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/343511649132538509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/343511649132538509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2007/01/forecast.html' title='Forecast'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-3512102075060755436</id><published>2006-12-31T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T10:16:20.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will begin by stating the obvious. its December. December tends to have some meaning does it  not. melancholy, or something. the recent almost perfect for staying at home weather has come to an end, and already one can feel the stifling, suffocating, treacherous heat that seems about to dominate most of next year coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite frustrating, after reading a book for some amount of time, funny things tend to get inside my head. bits of stuff that might pass off as decent writing if written down. and some angst. 15 minutes later it disappears though, and i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how was 2006. recap i guess. started with orientation. that was pretty much the shittiest time of the year, imo. was waking up at 4 am everyday during orientation. didnt know many people. uhh make that anyone. laughter was forced and conversations awkward. oh well. thats just me i guess. the time after that was really quite blurred. everyday was mostly the same i guess. most of my year was in my thoughts. and we dont really remember thoughts, do we? or emotions. i mean we still can replicate them to some extent, while their scent lingers, but after awhile its only the shell of events we remember. i can look through my archives and remember i had meant something a little more, but cant recall what now. which is probably a pity. umm yes, so much for recap. to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its the new year. well, half an hour to it(yes its taken me that long to type that little, and no there wasnt much thought put into that). so what, lol. its not like it ever had any significance. the earth has gone one round, approximately, around the sun. if it were to be exact new year wouldnt fall at the stroke of midnight would it. that it goes in rounds and orbits should be enough to tell us one can never find beginnings or ends. but i guess since humanity decides this should be the time to take stock of the past cycle, and do stuff with themselves to prepare for the next, i should too lol. how then should new year be spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it should be or might be, or how i want it to be, i have little or no clue. no matter, who gives a shit about the brief span of time between one year and another in the solar calender anyway. but theres always the little truths beyond the whole mess(which one need not give two shits about in the first place), that provide a little bit of a reason for a smile. for those, along with a whole lot of other things, i am grateful. and let that be a little truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think dota has ceased to matter very much. think we all saw it coming lol. from a long way away. but hey, it was great. no, i dont think we choose our friends. at least its the ones we dont choose that we have stronger friendships with. (this is all non-confirmed btw) lol, seriously moca, u obviously know, i hardly liked u in s3. i do not know what inspired me to lend u the disc.(haha actually i do, and so do u =/) well i do know my reasons for getting it were not really reasons at all, so i guess thats the best thing i ever did with it. my best holidays, at least the ones i can remember, were those of sec3 december. ah yes i remember the routine. 1v1s and inhouse all day long =p. inhouses were so much funner, i dont really care if the standard sucked lol. well. honestly i didnt expect myself, or any of us to still be playing. so i remember winning xiong cz and danny(lol partly why i like sniper =/), and the stupid tournament, (even if we did get owned, the 2v2 the day before was incredibly fun lol) and winning that 1v1 tourney match. (last thursday of term 2, i remember, was bloody high after that, couldnt sleep for an hour+ after that, didnt really care) started out with dota, and went, still going, way beyond that. but well, since we're not playing anymore. It was Great. lol. therefore, to moca, xinrui, wangting, weiren, beedict, jenson, jishun(even if u never really played =p), jonnybai, shaun sim, shaosheng, ben koh, elbert etc etc, thanks. think i'll quit soon too, or at least reduce playing time by alot. playing alone is not much fun. well thats goodbye to the dota part of the so called dota club.(for tonight i will acknowledge the name &gt;&lt;). shitty comps, sianness, and better things to do with our lives have finally claimed all of us. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I Thank God For family. For old friends. For not-so-old friends( by now, new is hardly the right word). and well, for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heres to next year. this year by now actually. to beginnings of beautiful things, strengthening, and good endings (for it will be a year of endings, no? though it makes me sad just thinking about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. its January. whats January like, i guess i'll find out. gl hf gg pls no mh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-3512102075060755436?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3512102075060755436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=3512102075060755436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/3512102075060755436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/3512102075060755436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-will-begin-by-stating-obvious.html' title=''/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116697606100638557</id><published>2006-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:01:01.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116697606100638557?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116697606100638557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116697606100638557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116697606100638557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116697606100638557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116697335609401040</id><published>2006-12-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:15:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Almost-Christmas</title><content type='html'>..which was where i ate this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ones for the record i guess. i hardly remember what i do every christmas eve. or any other time of the year for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a conversation i had with my 6 yr old cousin yesterday at the tea ceremony. the gist of it anyway, dont remember very well. so it was about uhhh...fatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the fattest boy in my class is justin (follows with a list of adjectives to describe justin and her relationship with him'&lt;br /&gt;'u like him right!'&lt;br /&gt;'noo i dont like him! (follows with some elaboration he bullies her or something or pulls her hair or something)'&lt;br /&gt;-conversation switches to something else for awhile i think, due to the other people in the room, or maybe the bride arrived cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;'u like justin right!'&lt;br /&gt;'nooo he's not.....mine' i start frowning a little.&lt;br /&gt;'not ur what?'&lt;br /&gt;'not....mine'&lt;br /&gt;either her vocab is ownage, or...she is ownage. anyway. later that day. actually just a few minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;'u like justin right!'&lt;br /&gt;'nooo i like....b*******, hes a -slight pause- gentleman'(privacy protection laws)&lt;br /&gt;eh lol. kindergarten crushes =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after that everytime i saw her that day (quite alot) i went 'b*******!' how irritating am i =/. (dont answer that) she never acknowledged, or gave further details of course. but she did develop tendencies to start whacking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding was..okay lor. except for the part where the groom(my cousin is the bride) came to tell their story. which was really quite sad, for one guy at least. who was in attendance. ouch. nice guys lose out i guess. no i dont think i will tell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. an rj guy came to church today. dont know him, not really. not sure if hes staying, but yay. lol. his name i shall withhold, lest he gets assaulted by...mutual acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. more storytelling is up next, with part II of christmas present exploits.&lt;br /&gt;heh. it really did seem like nice weather for a walk. from the third floor it didnt look like it was raining at all -.- . oh and i lied =/. told me mum i was going to buy christmas presents for a class gathering. (ok not really, 4i gathering soon). could have gotten a lift, but i duno, the idea of getting a lift to buy a present for the guy whos giving u a lift sounds pretty absurd to me. so walked to, then aimlessly around parkway for quite some time before discovering they have a life bookshop lol. wont mention what exactly i got, cos uhhh i have come to the conclusion that it is vaguely rude. and i shall have to get used to my very crappy decision making process. not sure if wad i got was appropriate, but whatever. at the cashier was pretty jacked, i asked if i could just take the goods off the shelf, then the girl said yes, then i did, then the guy said which one do u want i'll get you a new one. shit lol. then the guy handed me what i bought after taking it out of the box, then i said i could just have it in the box, then he told me its for me to check if anythings broken -.-. shit again. then i was out of the shop before the girl went excuse me sir..sorry, but u havent paid. (._.)  it was still raining when i started walking home. i love my umbrella. made a detour to get my sister another present(the same one) . to be fair lol. now all i have to do is...wrap them. by tmr morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kinda weather= perfect christmas weather. even if it does require an umbrella. after all you know what they say about rain and all. hopes of new beginnings and something better. which usually never come. things i suppose looked a whole lot more promising last year, jc and orientation and all. but this year..i duno, maybe. (no u idiots not my love life lol). today the thought crossed my mind that really i should never have been complaining or lamenting or silently flaming. maybe its really no ones fault but mine. just crossed. briefly. either way, change is coming. (still not my love life)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116697335609401040?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116697335609401040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116697335609401040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116697335609401040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116697335609401040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-almost-christmas.html' title='Merry Almost-Christmas'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116680278755497837</id><published>2006-12-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:53:11.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz more of the old stuff.</title><content type='html'>my money is gone. along with my sanity, having gone almost 2 months with very little contact with real people. yesterday i decided to test my ability to walk around crowded places alone, there being a need for christmas presents.  now i wish as much as you do that you could get them from me, however much you might wish that, but ur not getting any, due to budget constraints ( i mean if i had all the money in the world i would definitely buy everyone i know presents) so i guess its safe to talk/complain/wdv about my present-buying exploits. so anyway despite feeling extremely reluctant, i managed to get myself out of the house. was contemplating parkway, but decided on orchard. (relatively) unknown territory. so anyway, in brief, spent most of the time at kai-no-kuniyer(irish/scottish accent effect pls, its infectious). as an indicator of how lost i was, i think i must have walked past the same spot thrice while looking for the literature section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm got on beauty for my mom &gt;.&lt;. i might have to borrow it for h3 lit so i guess that sucks lol. but thats not really why i got it, cos i could get them to pay for my lit texts if i continue with h3 anw. honestly it was because i hardly read anything, and getting something i havent actually read would be...not very good. lol i saw the inheritance of loss while in the (very long) queue, and jumped out of it to contemplate it. the accidental&gt; on beauty but the...sick part might make my mom start to wonder about the stuff i read lol. doesnt help that The Light of Day which i am currently sort of reading has a cover pic of a womans...knees (crossed legs Oo, meant to be knees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm i got my sister a maple card, which i regret now. lol. but it was hard to walk out of the empty world of jj at eunos where there was just me and the shopkeeper, not after i asked her where i could find one. but wattheshit its 10 bucks for 10k cash, which is absurd. 10k cash cant even get nice pets (which i suspect my sister is going to use the card for), which cost 12k cash -.-. very smart, the buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was all i got done yesterday. crap still have my dad and bro, and 2 days minus alot of time. and i realize i dont/didnt really know what to get any of them. haha now i just hope my parents get christmas presents for us, cos it would be quite awkward if they didnt &gt;&lt; (also it would be nice to get stuff ). i honestly dont know if they are going to, this is the first year i am getting anybody xmas presents. i dont remember getting any from them before either &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap if only what fluency of thought/writing i may possess could come out in speech. this lack was demonstrated when some idiot survey woman for some cruise company called today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, or what would be enough for it, is where people in chains are made to kneel in front of and stare at a wall with 'fool' in huge block letters written on it for an eternity. or until they lose all sense of themselves. hmm maybe my life is too comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. so much for fluency of thought/writing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116680278755497837?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116680278755497837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116680278755497837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116680278755497837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116680278755497837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/12/zzz-more-of-old-stuff.html' title='zzz more of the old stuff.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116653484993720130</id><published>2006-12-19T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:27:30.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With a capital P</title><content type='html'>i dont believe i have seen any sun since coming back. i think it has been raining 50% of the time as well. oh well. its pretty cool at least. no pun. rainy afternoons are after all better than those afternoons where the weather cant decide what it wants to be, and results in the sky taking on a greyish colour with no character.  although that is a very selfish mindset that does not take into consideration the people whose cars got stuck in waist high flood water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was a..pacing day. again. (that is not to say yesterday was a pacing day) radio on(it always is, and thats how i got to know about the waist high flood water. i also heard about the flooding, and various traffic congestions more than 4 times on traffic watch, and once on the news update. ) and book more or less untouched. no comp. this was really because my 3 cousins and 1 sister were occupying both of them, and occasionally all 3 of them, where the third one is pretty useless. except for spinning the wheel of monotony. =.=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news i have been tagged by lim min. i guess i could take this as new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five things you want to get done --&lt;br /&gt;1) must...read...bible...&lt;br /&gt;2) brush my teeth before i go to sleep. this will at least be my third attempt at establishing this habit. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;3) well i suppose i should learn to treat girls as..girls. sigh okay look its been a long time, and i think people would agree with me that where im from, a razorblade for a tongue is a fairly valuable asset and instinct. at the same time so is immunity to insults.(but that doesnt mean you dont hit back).&lt;br /&gt;4) i must not walk forwards while looking backwards. enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;5) uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i cant think of anything. must carve immunity idol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming. no time for shopping. though i admit i have never been christmas shopping before. also, the number of people about to receive presents from me has dropped, such that if ur reading this, ur probably not. going to get anything from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i think there should be more (what else do you think i do while pacing) but i am unable to replay or recall my thoughts. so thats all folks Oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i guess i could just ramble on about stuff. hmm yesterday i watched bridget jones 2: the edge of reason. the whole show, for the first time. i think, if theres a moral of the story, it would have to be, it pays to watch till the end. for one i had seen the boring beginning like 3 times before and gave up. for one, the show only gets really funny from the time colin firth fights with hugh grant and they get all wet. i also find it most unfair that they should mention hugh grants name before colin firth in the opening credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh my brothers off at some random church camp. so thats a good thing i guess lol. in an addition to the last post, why is it that singaporeans tend to imitate ang mohs accents whenever they meet one, but the ang mohs accents dont change. (i never said singaporeans dont include me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xr and moca have stopped playing dota, more or less. so i guess lzwl is going to stop too....soon. like by the end of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am screwed for schoolwork, as i cannot remember any of the stuff from last year. no, not vectors, nor othello, which phang so kindly reminded me of, nor...uhh ....umm...see i cant remember anything else. woo i shall remain apathetic about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116653484993720130?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116653484993720130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116653484993720130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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nothing special. so what, you ask, did i do in bintan. hmmmm. basically nothing that couldnt be done in singapore. uhhh i ate alot. and drowned myself in orange juice, since it had a dispenser while they expect you to pour soft drinks urself. and played badminton, sort of played basketball, sort of played pool, went swimming. basically nothing you cant do in singapore. uhh i tried kayaking, but couldnt last 4 waves. which was really not my fault, the waves were strong &gt;&lt;. and my cousin sitting in the back was being the rudder (i.e. not paddling) i dont know what he should have been doing, maybe he was right, so i wont comment lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were quite alot of singaporeans. oh right it was my family, my cousins family, and 2 of their cousins on the other side, who were girls in primary school. which prompted my sister to join them and engage in mildly irritating girly behaviour. but i digress. anyway there were quite alot of singaporeans. so one afternoon i was lying around in the pool, being extremely sianed. my head was on the ledge thing, as i am curiously unable to float without moving. umm it was quite near the corner of the pool. so in comes this little girl and her father. and shes really cute and all. i mean she had dinosaur toys. now who couldnt like girls with dinosaur toys. shes about 3 or 4 i think. then they start playing near me. so i catch snippets of conversation between them.&lt;br /&gt;'but im scared' quoth the girl&lt;br /&gt;'its okay, just urine in the pool, no one will know' replies the father.&lt;br /&gt;'its only a little bit, the pool so big' or something like that, he continues.&lt;br /&gt;'so no one will know because theres just a little bit?' or something like that, repeats the girl, like some brainwashed zombie.&lt;br /&gt;at this point i start getting freaked out and get up to lie around on a different ledge of the pool. thankfully the girl was civic minded. and they left the pool, and the father came back, and the girl came back later with her mother. so i assume(i hope) she did not pollute the pool. at least i didnt see anything when i looked underwater after they left =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition, my brothers...exploits were rather interesting. right well i have discovered he enjoys pretending to be a desperado, or really is a desperado(lol but arent we all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, happy birthday to my brother, on the 17th, this is two days overdue. also around this time is..my wallets anniversary ^^. no present for my brother this year though. yes i can be very vengeful. though it was more sloth than anything that accounts for his lack of present from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uhh after the trip my cousins stayed over till..today. which accounts for how late this post is coming. and since they slept in the comp area the aircon has not been switched off in 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116653226337594653?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116653226337594653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116653226337594653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116653226337594653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116653226337594653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-number-x-to-bintan.html' title='Holiday number x to bintan.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116594300491650821</id><published>2006-12-13T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:03:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw this forget this</title><content type='html'>It seems that every blog must have some entry with song lyrics somewhere along the way. oh very well, heres my first. yes i have nothing better to do lol. it was in the '98 grammy nominees cd, but wasnt a nominee. a performance i think. its older than that lol, but so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Springs-Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my silver springs&lt;br /&gt;Blue green colors flashin&lt;br /&gt;I would be your only dream&lt;br /&gt;Your shining autumn, ocean crashing&lt;br /&gt;And did you say she was pretty&lt;br /&gt;And did you say that she loves you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I dont wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill begin not to love you&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, see me runnin&lt;br /&gt;Ill say I loved you years ago&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself you never loved me, no&lt;br /&gt;And did you say she was pretty&lt;br /&gt;And did you say that she loves you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I dont wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no&lt;br /&gt;And can you tell me was it worth it&lt;br /&gt;Really, I dont wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time casts a spell on you, but you wont forget me&lt;br /&gt;I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time casts a spell on you, but you wont forget me&lt;br /&gt;I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me&lt;br /&gt;Ill follow you down til the sound of my voice will haunt you&lt;br /&gt;Youll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you&lt;br /&gt;(3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my silver springs&lt;br /&gt;My blue green colors flashin&lt;br /&gt;(btw the vocalist is supposed to be female)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is you would never guess what the song was about if given the tune alone. took me awhile before i did oO. they say its a revenge song(which would suggest malice), but i duno lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i had a strange dream today (tuesday morning, 12 dec). or i might have been half-dreaming, cos i can remember it. i was dreaming..of dates. and i can remember the numbers hanging in the middle of a white space.&lt;br /&gt;'11/11/11. thats a nice date. not too far away either'&lt;br /&gt;'oh wait. its december..'&lt;br /&gt;'12/12/12.'&lt;br /&gt;'easy to remember..'&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up. and remembered it was the birthday of an old acquaintance. not like i did anything about it =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. dwelling on the past is for lame people whose presents(??) are empty and whose futures hold no promise.  haha okay i really shouldnt be doing this.(actually im not, not really)mayhap i shall angst further/discuss this towards the end of the year, which would be a more appropriate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the first day of the hols i actually thought myself some sad case. for spending 5 hrs on the comp straight -.- not total, straight. from 2-7. i was even tracing beginnings of peoples blogs (not like many peoples blogs have been around for very long). cant say it was unrewarding though. wangtings old anecdotes/quotes ftw. (haha i was never a big fan of quotes and all. but a year or two after the recording its a little different =/). and you can see how peoples blogging styles change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know. very sad. it looks like i wont get down to reading waterland(graham swift), the book being due tmr. the first 20 pages were boring, and thats about as far as i got. i suppose i find history unappealing. the only reason i borrowed it actually was because the library had none of the very few books i was looking for, and it was shortlisted for the man booker prize. damn i really need to develop my own...tastes? but whatever, going off day after tmr/tmr/14th. club med bintan. yay sea sports my favourite? lol okay at least its a break. from pointless activities. uhh lol no i am not going to turn into some angsty depressed..thing. just needed/wanted to let some out i guess. well. i shall now retreat to my sheets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116584580147549594</id><published>2006-12-11T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:03:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(10, 11)/12</title><content type='html'>A Wedding&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was my cousins wedding, known to my sister and younger cousins as Giant, because hes 196. tea ceremony in the morning, and come evening i stepped into the exact same room as the one used for grad night, a little more than a year ago (orchard hotel, grand ballroom 3 right?=/) ahh weddings. dont they make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside(not really). but i suppose they do bring to mind repeat broadcasts of 'what i think of my love life/lives'(since you people asked for it). well weiren did sms me halfway through ;). i'll stop there lol. it could be the wedding, or it could be the wine oO. speaking of which my brother was given 30 bucks to drink like 200 ml of wine at one shot. this was by my perhaps drunk uncle, who also gave me 50 bucks to eat...broccoli. lots. of broccoli. like leftovers. there were 7 people under 18 at my table so..it was a lot of broccoli. oh well at least now i dont have to worry so much about christmas presents making me broke. speaking of which, do NOT get me christmas presents (this is just in case you were planning to). this is because you are not likely to receive any from me =(. and if i do get them i will be left feeling very very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my dad today. this section of the post is dedicated to the only person in the family who can actually make me laugh on a regular basis (apart from myself of course), who seems to be able to make any joke or story seem funny. who almost never gets angry, who seems to be capable of working endlessly, who used to let me play neopets on his comp when my mom was out, sometimes =D. damn i didnt get him a present. again. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and a funeral&lt;br /&gt;and this section of the post is dedicated to the crab i loved for a few hours. sry xr. heres to herman, may he be resting in peace in a place where he does not have to have his shell painted bright yellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116584580147549594?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116584580147549594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116584580147549594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116584580147549594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116584580147549594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/12/10-1112.html' title='(10, 11)/12'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116567821820730970</id><published>2006-12-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:32:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He said hes been down this road more than twice</title><content type='html'>So. events in my life (or lack of) these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Happy Feet yesterday, uhh finally? weiren says i must blog about its themes. really i wanted to talk about the plot, but given the amount of things i can say about it (quite crappy) i shall talk about the themes instead! basically i think the conservation message has been repeated enough. who the hell really cares if the world is going to end, since we all arent gonna be around for that. oh i remember when i actually was concerned about the endangered species of the world, long ago. but uhh that was long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters friends came over yesterday. good thing i went out soon after =p. 5 or 6 9 yr old girls in dance( i duno the significance of that but wdv) = -.-''''' anw they managed to wreck the laptop mouse. so today parents went shopping and got a new mouse. a rather expensive one at that. yay =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2jam got installed in my comp while i was out yesterday. its quite fun lah ^^ i think. if a little...sleazy? feels like it thats all lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow would be my cousins wedding, and my other cousins 6th birthday. 11th is my dads birthday. todays the 9th already, so i guess i'll be getting the same thing for him. nothing. lol. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres this cat. that has taken to sitting outside the house(actually it sometimes jumps over the fence into the side path), round the side, every weeknight at 730. then it goes miaomiaomiaomiaomiaomiaomiao. (actually there are 2 or 3 cats but only 1 goes miaomiaomiaomiaomiaomiaomiao). then my maid also goes  miaomiaomiaomiaomiaomiaomiao. and uhh she throws it a drumstick bone(and i did too, twice =/) cos the miaoing is really quite cute. and we're moving out soon anw. just wants food though. &lt;----------my love life, or the closest thing to it, for interested parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the subject of moving, ive received news that we will be moving on my birthday, the date of which i shall not reveal =p. and my dad apparently gave up asking me if i needed a laptop, and told me he thinks i will, and we have no space for a computer room anyway, so i get a new laptop, and everyone has a comp! w00t. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again i would like to comment again on my dads cd collection =/. my mom was going through it today. backstreet boys, celine dion, britney spears, savage garden, lionel richie, u2, grammy awards nominees 1998 and 2001, grammy winners 1961-1981 ( why am i mentioning this i only know like one song lol), john lennon, beatles, and (older) stuff i cant remember. pity then, that most of it is vcds -.- or in the car -.-. anw i ripped the grammy nominees 1998 onto the comp(which is going to become my sisters comp[like wad on earth at this age, when i was her age...i hardly had access to the comp) today. and yes, its nice =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats almost all the stuff for the last few days. happy holidays everyone? right. didnt think so. lol. come to think of it my holidays have been...satisfactory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116567821820730970?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116567821820730970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116567821820730970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116567821820730970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116567821820730970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/12/he-said-hes-been-down-this-road-more.html' title='He said hes been down this road more than twice'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116521875027741674</id><published>2006-12-04T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:52:30.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time i knew how to write fairy tales.</title><content type='html'>guess who's back. oO. from church camp. lol. my first ever =o. its quite strange i was feeling damn sian-ed when the thing started. and now im getting that post-camp/outing sian-ness(partly from my 3+ hrs of sleep last night). and i come back and find depressing entries on (almost) everyones blogs. so anyway. they say its contagious. it was a pretty normal church camp i suppose. not that i would know. currently i either dont know wad to think or cant be bothered to try thinking. hence the lack of a proper narrative/argument/wdv. and the bb campsite is pretty sucky lol. but at least they have beds. lol i was sweeping the bunk this morning. then the caretaker came in and randomly asked if my grades at school were damn good (translated from chinese) and uhh i sort of nodded (i am after all in rj oO) and he says ya i can tell this sort of thing one(or sth liddat). i didnt quite know if i should take it as a compliment or an insult (your sweeping is hopeless i think you surely must be nerdy mugger!) lol. haha dont feel like blogging anymore. maybe i'll give a longer update some other time. when and if the air/my head clears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116521875027741674?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116521875027741674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116521875027741674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116521875027741674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116521875027741674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-upon-time-i-knew-how-to-write.html' title='Once upon a time i knew how to write fairy tales.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116420750309259725</id><published>2006-11-22T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:58:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The narrative resumes.</title><content type='html'>boredom breeds inspiration. tonight i feel inspired to blog about today. so, my day in detail. if just to make you feel better. see now you can feel better about yours. actually today was no different from any other day, they all seem more or less the same nowadays. in fact i forgot today was wednesday until 11+ this morning, then forgot it was wednesday again, until 7+ when i checked the papers to contemplate watching pck lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.  (blah this is damn sad) i woke at 730, stayed in bed till 8 something, went downstairs. and i ask my maid to prepare breakfast, and she says what do you want, and i say anything, and she asks bread or noodles (the same lines every day) . so today i felt like eating noodles so i said noodles, and she asks what flavour (yes obviously its cup noodles what were u expecting lol) and i randomly point one out, and its chicken, so yea im okay with chicken. so i eat chicken flavoured cup noodles while watching tv. now in the 8 oclock hour theres seriously nothing to watch so i watched crocodile hunter diaries on animal planet, starring steve irwin (the late). during that episode they let a kangaroo die, a sea snake die (steve irwin was showing bindi sue how to identify a sea snake and took the dehydrated wrinkled dying snake and held up the tail and said look its tail is shaped like a paddle, thats how you tell its a sea snake oO), and hand carried a 170 year old tortoise that charles darwin studied to its new enclosure at the australia zoo lol.&lt;br /&gt;then i got bored so i went upstairs and played maple till 9 something and played dota till 1. not worth mentioning, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went for lunch. second meal of the day yay. it was pizza. my favourite (toasted frozen pizza of course lol). but seriously its nice. so as i ate i watched the legend of zorro. that lasted till 2. then i watched the living edens on nat geo lol. todays episode was about madagascar 8-). 80 percent of species of plants and animals found on madagascar are found exclusively on madagascar. and chameleons change their colours not for the purpose of camouflage, but to communicate with other chameleons. oh and there were lemurs of course. 230 sisters piano teacher comes, so i retreat upstairs to continue watching tv. so i stop watching the nat geo show lol and switch to hbo. Eurotrip is showing halfway. and its funnier than the nat geo show =p(besides, it has some sexual content. actually so do documentaries lol so nevermind). so i watch eurotrip. while listening to my sisters piano lesson oO. okay then i go upstairs(further upstairs i mean) and played dota. hmm x-1 lycan, where x is a number i cannot remember.got 8 kills, died once, then never killed again for the next 20 something minutes. x is between 8-11 lol. right. then more maple. i levelled up. yay -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh highlight of the day. having finished reading sweet thursday and done a lousy job of comprehending it i decided it was time to stop letting my overdue fines accumulate. so i walked to the library. could have taken the bus, but holidays imply a lack of exercise. if walking can be considered exercise that is. anyway it had just rained. and i somehow decided to wear slippers. so one thing i learnt today would be never walk long distances on wet ground in slippers while engaging in (fairly) deep thought. deep in the sense that you are absorbed in it, not to be confused with mature thought, or logical thought. dont get me wrong, thinking and walking were made for each other. well at least thinking and pacing. this belief should explain my inefficiency at completing homework. anyway, todays topic was uhh. how the truth is always corrupted. and not just because its told that way. more about the ugly side to everything oO. for example you could give alot of money to charity, and the truth is that you do want to help people, but its also because you want ur name in the papers. stuff like that. subconscious or not. lousy analogy, but wdv. and uhh something about in considering all the possibilities theres bound to be unpleasant ones popping out that u wish you never thought about. some crap like that. oh and also contemplating Fate, as usual. no seriously its damn weird. but thats not the point. the point is in my state of near-zoned out-ness i managed to almost slip (hurhur slippers) no less than 4 times and got rudely jolted out of thought(probably a good thing), got startled by a damn bicycle going over the drain cover, and forgot i had the right of way at a zebra crossing until the motorbike stopped to let me walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now the funny part(strange/amusing/both). i saw jenson at the library with his friend (20 something?) :O. ok no scandal. male friend. they was discussing something and there was a cs lewis book on the table. so i picked my books, in record time i think, then went to borrow. But. the machine wouldnt let me. cos i had fines to pay =(. i suppose the nlb isnt as dumb as i thought. so i finally exceeded the fine limit lol. having not gone to the library/paid fines for a damn long time, i went to the counter to pay -.-. but they dont accept cash. anymore. now must pay by cashcard wth. obviously i have no cashcard. but by some absurd/divine coincidence, jensons friend happens to be there lol. so uhh yea lucky me he has a cashcard. so i ended up being able to borrow books. the fines, btw, came up to $6.05 lol. i cleaned out half the guys cashcard. (of course i returned the money) lol i borrowed on beauty, following wts advice. better get started on at least looking for books for h3 -.-. and. knife of dreams, book eleven of the wheel of time. finally found it, after more than a yr. :o. haha yea, Robert Jordan. one must begin what one has started no? even if it appears to be trash lol. oh and i ended up getting a blister(i think) on the left sole and my skin on the right foot sustained mild injury from the slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day= not worth mentioning. i bet you are now making decisions at the margin, and thinking what the crap if i have to hear another bit of this pointless shit i will stop visiting this blog forever. okay so thats my average day for you. ohnoesiamexposedplsdontshootme. and im bored, so dont flame me for excessive description plskthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116420750309259725?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116420750309259725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116420750309259725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116420750309259725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116420750309259725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/11/narrative-resumes.html' title='The narrative resumes.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116412114713023114</id><published>2006-11-21T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:59:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long overdue post. anyway i think i shall stop trying to make my posts seem encrypted (intentionally or otherwise) cos after putting the last one on mental replay i realized there could be a thousand unintended interpretations. so anyway. back to typing stuff which does not stress my brain out. that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today i will pretend to not be apathetic about socio-political issues. todays topic: the rising standard of living for children. so anyway. my sister got first in class. so she could get a reward. (damn i never got anything for grades =() so what did she get? a tamagotchi. okay the people who read this blog are probably not familiar with whats hip and cool among the younger generation, the future of singapore. apparently paper aluminium and plastic arent the only things that are recycled. tamagotchi is now into version 3 :o. and if in case you think my sister is plain weird, the stuff was nearly sold out at parkway (left 2 designs, singapore special editions, but my sister didnt want lol) . and at tampines isetan (tm seriously sucks on a sunday afternoon btw, reminded my why i hate crowded places) it was sold out. and there wasnt any at metro, and only got one at toys r us. anyway, my point is, kids these days have such freedom. my sister has cable tv, neopets, maple, and a tamagotchi. when i was in p3...why, i was doing homework, homework, homework, was more or less banned from tv, and in my free time i did origami and read (alot [well relatively, i used to finish all my library books within the first week, now i always return late lol][oh and they are never getting me to pay my fines]). lol okay all this was probably good for me back then. but still. they say people dont know what they have. well sometimes people dont know what they dont have. (okay i think i jacked myself there but nvm) 'what if', quoth jack nicholson,'this is as good as it gets?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. another meme. from crunch Oo. yay i guess, kills time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;1. how old did you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;havent i answered this already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;2. where were you when 911 happened?&lt;br /&gt;dont remember. hell i dont even know what time it happened. sleeping, i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;3 what do you do when vending machine steals your money?&lt;br /&gt;bang the machine abit, and a little cussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;4 do you count yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;5 if you had to get a tatoo, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;hm i duno, somewhere on my forearm. i dont think anyone gets it there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;6 if you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;hmm french i guess. il n'y a pas de mouches sur la grandmere&lt;---does anyone know wad this means.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;7 do you know your neighbours?&lt;br /&gt;haha no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;8 what do you consider a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;school with no homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;9 do you follow your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;i read it sometimes, its in life =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;10 would you move for the person you love?&lt;br /&gt;depends. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;11 are you touchy feely?&lt;br /&gt;not well acquainted with the term, but i think the answer should be a no lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;12 do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;br /&gt;hmm nope. not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;13 dream job?&lt;br /&gt;Jobless. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;15 favorite place to go on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;Computer room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;16 showers or baths?&lt;br /&gt;showers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;17 do you paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;18 do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;dont think so. but i dont know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;19 what are your phobias?&lt;br /&gt;i fear foolishness, but it seems to hit me so very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;20 do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;hmm yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;21 do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;22 where would you rather be right now?&lt;br /&gt;on a mostly deserted beach. ^o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;23 who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?&lt;br /&gt;gee, i duno. define 'warm and fuzzy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;24 heavy or light sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;25 are you paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;26 are you impatient?&lt;br /&gt;depends, i guess i am with some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;27 who can you relate to?&lt;br /&gt;apart from myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;28 how do you feel about interracial couples?&lt;br /&gt;Oh i am perfectly all right with them. *winks at lk/nava*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;29 have you been burned by love?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh. no. do they seriously expect people to take this seriously lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;30 what's your favorite pick-up line?&lt;br /&gt;'your eyes are like two crystal clear pools of blue'. 'theyre brown..'. 'your eyes are like two crystal clear pools of....mud!' - drake and josh oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;31 what's your main ringtone on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;silent. damn repititive questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;32 what were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;33 what did the last text on your cellphone say?&lt;br /&gt;it was philana (writers ccal) asking everyone to write an article about orienation by next tuesday. -.-. i dont remmeber the exat words and my phone is downstairs so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;34 whose bed did you sleep in last?&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.xinruis? together with like 4 other ppl =D. damn long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;35 what color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;guess what, tioman trip shirt! its...greyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;36 most recent movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;lol. monster house -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;37 name three things you have on you at all times.&lt;br /&gt;various clothes. seriously theres nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;38 what color are your bedsheets?&lt;br /&gt;umm. yellowish i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;39 how much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;br /&gt;less than 10 in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;40 what is your favorite part of the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;drumstick lol. yea i know, spoilt brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 what's your favorite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;ang mo kio new town! never been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;42 i cant wait till...?&lt;br /&gt;the last question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;43 what did you have for dinner last night?&lt;br /&gt;rice...with stuff. chicken wing, fried prawsn in flour, wdv u call it, fish, and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;44 do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;wont bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;45 what do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;its between water and milk and i dislike milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 where do you think you'll be in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;zz im not psychic.this sounds alot like albars essay. i forgot what i wrote for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;47 last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;vegetables in my soup =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;48 what songs do you sing in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;oh all sorts. largely depends on what i hear on the radio just before that. but my personal favourite has got to be twinkle twinkle little star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;49 last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;honestly i manage to make myself laugh alot, so i cant remember. but it definitely wasnt anything to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;50 worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;i duno, probably the leetle cut around my eyebrow, which was the only time i actually had stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;(agrees with crunch) would i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;52 what's your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;eye candy? lol. seriously, i dont have favourite candy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;53 what song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;i'll decide on my funeral playlist when its abit nearer thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;54 four random people to do this?&lt;br /&gt;lol everyone can do it =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ok i know my answers suck and all, but im seriously falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/25647310-116412114713023114?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116412114713023114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116412114713023114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116412114713023114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116412114713023114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-overdue-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116412108044316058</id><published>2006-11-21T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:02:05.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long overdue post. anyway i think i shall stop trying to make my posts seem encrypted (intentionally or otherwise) cos after putting the last one on mental replay i realized there could be a thousand unintended interpretations. so anyway. back to typing stuff which does not stress my brain out. that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today i will pretend to not be apathetic about socio-political issues. todays topic: the rising standard of living for children. so anyway. my sister got first in class. so she could get a reward. (damn i never got anything for grades =() so what did she get? a tamagotchi. okay the people who read this blog are probably not familiar with whats hip and cool among the younger generation, the future of singapore. apparently paper aluminium and plastic arent the only things that are recycled. tamagotchi is now into version 3 :o. and if in case you think my sister is plain weird, the stuff was nearly sold out at parkway (left 2 designs, singapore special editions, but my sister didnt want lol) . and at tampines isetan (tm seriously sucks on a sunday afternoon btw, reminded my why i hate crowded places) it was sold out. and there wasnt any at metro, and only got one at toys r us. anyway, my point is, kids these days have such freedom. my sister has cable tv, neopets, maple, and a tamagotchi. when i was in p3...why, i was doing homework, homework, homework, was more or less banned from tv, and in my free time i did origami and read (alot [well relatively, i used to finish all my library books within the first week, now i always return late lol][oh and they are never getting me to pay my fines]). lol okay all this was probably good for me back then. but still. they say people dont know what they have. well sometimes people dont know what they dont have. (okay i think i jacked myself there but nvm) 'what if', quoth jack nicholson,'this is as good as it gets?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. another meme. from crunch Oo. yay i guess, kills time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:tahoma;" &gt;1. how old did you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;havent i answered this already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;2. where were you when 911 happened?&lt;br /&gt;dont remember. hell i dont even know what time it happened. sleeping, i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;3 what do you do when vending machine steals your money?&lt;br /&gt;bang the machine abit, and a little cussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;4 do you count yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;5 if you had to get a tatoo, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;hm i duno, somewhere on my forearm. i dont think anyone gets it there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;6 if you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;hmm french i guess. il n'y a pas de mouches sur la grandmere&lt;---does anyone know wad this means.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 do you know your neighbours?&lt;br /&gt;haha no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;8 what do you consider a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;school with no homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;9 do you follow your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;i read it sometimes, its in life =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;10 would you move for the person you love?&lt;br /&gt;depends. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;11 are you touchy feely?&lt;br /&gt;not well acquainted with the term, but i think the answer should be a no lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;12 do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;br /&gt;hmm nope. not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;13 dream job?&lt;br /&gt;Jobless. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;15 favorite place to go on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;Computer room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;16 showers or baths?&lt;br /&gt;showers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;17 do you paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;18 do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;dont think so. but i dont know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;19 what are your phobias?&lt;br /&gt;i fear foolishness, but it seems to hit me so very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;20 do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;hmm yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;21 do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;22 where would you rather be right now?&lt;br /&gt;on a mostly deserted beach. ^o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;23 who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?&lt;br /&gt;gee, i duno. define 'warm and fuzzy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;24 heavy or light sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;25 are you paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;26 are you impatient?&lt;br /&gt;depends, i guess i am with some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;27 who can you relate to?&lt;br /&gt;apart from myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;28 how do you feel about interracial couples?&lt;br /&gt;Oh i am perfectly all right with them. *winks at lk/nava*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;29 have you been burned by love?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh. no. do they seriously expect people to take this seriously lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;30 what's your favorite pick-up line?&lt;br /&gt;'your eyes are like two crystal clear pools of blue'. 'theyre brown..'. 'your eyes are like two crystal clear pools of....mud!' - drake and josh oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;31 what's your main ringtone on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;silent. damn repititive questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;32 what were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;going to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;33 what did the last text on your cellphone say?&lt;br /&gt;it was philana (writers ccal) asking everyone to write an article about orienation by next tuesday. -.-. i dont remmeber the exat words and my phone is downstairs so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;34 whose bed did you sleep in last?&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.xinruis? together with like 4 other ppl =D. damn long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;35 what color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;guess what, tioman trip shirt! its...greyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;36 most recent movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;lol. monster house -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;37 name three things you have on you at all times.&lt;br /&gt;various clothes. seriously theres nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;38 what color are your bedsheets?&lt;br /&gt;umm. yellowish i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;39 how much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;br /&gt;less than 10 in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;40 what is your favorite part of the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;drumstick lol. yea i know, spoilt brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 what's your favorite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;ang mo kio new town! never been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;42 i cant wait till...?&lt;br /&gt;the last question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;43 what did you have for dinner last night?&lt;br /&gt;rice...with stuff. chicken wing, fried prawsn in flour, wdv u call it, fish, and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;44 do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;wont bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;45 what do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;its between water and milk and i dislike milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 where do you think you'll be in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;zz im not psychic.this sounds alot like albars essay. i forgot what i wrote for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;47 last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;vegetables in my soup =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;48 what songs do you sing in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;oh all sorts. largely depends on what i hear on the radio just before that. but my personal favourite has got to be twinkle twinkle little star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;49 last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;honestly i manage to make myself laugh alot, so i cant remember. but it definitely wasnt anything to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;50 worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;i duno, probably the leetle cut around my eyebrow, which was the only time i actually had stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;(agrees with crunch) would i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;52 what's your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;eye candy? lol. seriously, i dont have favourite candy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;53 what song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;i'll decide on my funeral playlist when its abit nearer thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;54 four random people to do this?&lt;br /&gt;lol everyone can do it =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ok i know my answers suck and all, but im seriously falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/25647310-116412108044316058?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116412108044316058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116412108044316058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116412108044316058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116412108044316058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-overdue-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116368911217718891</id><published>2006-11-16T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:59:49.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh was what i said</title><content type='html'>---Hypothesis---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   methinks faith is what we all need. yea well i guess i need it too. faith in self, and faith in..other people. and when either proves to be misplaced, faith in God. (the last i think im starting to have less trouble with). faith is defined by the bible:  &lt;span id="en-KJV-30174" class="sup"&gt;--1&lt;/span&gt;Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen-- Hebrews 11 (i dont know wad version, i got it off the net, my bible being downstairs, and google being far nearer). hard? yea course its hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres always gravity, lurking, somewhere. if faith is the thesis, gravity is the anti-thesis. it says, you cant do it, youre too weak, youre basically shit, dont do it, its only gonna end in failure (damn im sounding like a self-help book). of course no one calls it gravity but me, and if you are searching for the origin of my definition, look in the archives, and observe the date, its not a very pleasant thing to be explaining. i believe there was an amateur attempt at something vaguely poetic going on in my head that day, something like, for every spark of light in the night sky, desperately seeking heaven, theres gravity to pull it down, and it never does get there, and it explodes in a brilliant burst of colour and disintegrates into little sparks, and people go wow, and they call it fireworks, but hey, this is an era where people take pleasure in everyone elses pain is it not. only birds defy gravity. planes....yea well they consume large amounts of fuel. not natural =/. not that im complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh damn im saying too much. i must be getting weak (something for another day, perhaps). anyway. they can fight and fight, and theyll go on fighting, and no one will win, not for some time anyway. who's to say which one should? there is such a thing as misplaced faith, after all. oh and unfounded  sometimes something comes along and banishes gravity to hell, where it came from. or it might screw faith into the clouds where it belongs. course its only temporary. oh and sometimes, sometimes. something comes along, heaven-sent mayhap, and blows the confusion to oblivion, where it should be, or at least something like that, for a few hours, perhaps, of bliss. it is, after all, all in the mind. then the timing of it all amazes you, and so does the...knowing, for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is my entire theory. which can either be common knowledge, which means i am merely rephrasing the obvious, or just uhh crap lol. holidays are prime time for mosquito breeding. i dont believe i speak from much experience, so the above is mostly insubstantial. and when one day i am about to shut down the blog and browse through all the archives i'll come back and  wonder about the point of the above, which i admit i do not know, and think wtf this post is full of shit. (the last sentence was like a time capsule, ya. how exciting) ha, but i guess i should have more faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-page break, or maybe you should take an eye break, listen to moh now-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---The Alternative would not be something i could Live with---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2 baby. so yesterday i went to vivocity to watch Monster House( in 3d!) with wr and js basically i saw no point to the show, and the cinema was 90% empty. seriously it was just us and 4 other rj ppl and some pri sch kids and some middle-aged woman sitting beside me who kept going 'uh oh' and 'oh' in some hongkong/taiwan/china accent. who came with....some 60 something year old woman? i think they thought it was a horror show or something. then went shopping, not that i bought anything, saw quite a few people, etc lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most drama, in my experience, is self-created, subconsciously or otherwise. hmm although if you were to purposely stay out of trouble then life would be boring and go nowhere. still, i dont really believe in creating drama. anyway, some choices lead to drama, and they're ones that you probably need to make, so that path you'll have to take, and thats the other side of the argument i guess. but thats something for another day. or maybe its best not to even try. the following was drama in my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway fine i have to boast. lol. so yesterday i was walking home, and as i walked along the...path at the side of the house, which is beside a drain-canal-like thing, i chanced upon a bird on the floor. it was a dove i think, except it was green, and smaller than your average pigeon. never before seen in singapore, for me at least. and it was lying on its back. injured =/. it was kinda..lame. couldnt walk, couldnt fly too well. and there were..crows and mynahs around. this was around my side gate. so i call my maid over, and she kinda makes some comments that arent much help, and we approach the thing and it manages to fly...into the drain =/ and then it decides to lie there. the canal/drain, btw is pretty big. anw the crows were like perched on the fence opposite and cawing most ominously, so what else was there to be done, but ask my maid for a towel, and go down into the mostly-dry drain. anyway it couldnt really move, but could fly when i tried to pick it up. very short distances. so me, being afraid of flapping wings, did not catch it. instead my neighbours granddaughter florence, who happened to be at my house..playing with my sister (shes in s2..ithink) or something, decided to join the campaign, and uhh somehow she could catch it and i couldnt. so anyway i had it in the towel( did i say towel i mean floorcloth lol) in my hands but i had no idea what to do with it. was thinking of walking to the nearest vet, but...i duno. on closer observation its throat had a gaping hole and there was some spherical object sticking out of it, and i could glimpse the inside. uhh anyway it was quite gross. ( that, however, only struck me this morning). so i was walking out when florence came and said something like, consult the fruit stall uncle, which i had at that point in time just passed.  so he says yang bu huo le, and something about bird flu, and points to the grass patch next to his shop, and says put it there ba (in chinese). so i did =/, and left it there(there was blood on the towel, i mean floorcloth), and i dont know whats become of it (i thought the crows wouldnt be able to get to it there). but according to florence whos grandfathers house is 2 houses away from the fruit stall its gone now so...i duno lol. Rest In Peace then, i hope. still, i duno if i would have even tried if it was a crow and not some cute ass pigeon/dove. moral of the story? i duno, at least i tried...and possibly saved it from the indignity of getting screwed by crows. though i dont think it might have cared much for indignity, cos those wounds must have freaking hurt. yea so...rip. that was one bloody long paragraph, arent you glad you took that eyebreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point of me mentioning all this? seriously, its partly to brag about how nice i am. haha im not kidding =/. it is a rather interesting story for myself anyway.&lt;br /&gt;'if you're lost, run around like a headless chicken all you want, just dont scream, dont make a sound. that way, they'll say you're mysterious, brooding, and alot of things, but nothing negative ;)'. haha crap i spent 2 hrs 45 minutes typing this. waste of time =/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116368911217718891?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116368911217718891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116368911217718891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116368911217718891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116368911217718891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/11/shhhh-was-what-i-said.html' title='Shhhh was what i said'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116355980093999377</id><published>2006-11-15T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:17:25.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i got tagged by wt. =/. here goes then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;These are supposedly 30 questions that no one would EVER think to ask. Answer them with what comes to mind first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;wow my hair has a left parting. or maybe it was wow so handsome. i duno lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What will you be thinking about at this time tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;i predict that i will either be playing maple or pokemon or watching tv, so i wont be thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR"?&lt;br /&gt;thats not a fair question since i've seen both xinrui and wangtings answers before i could reach my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;br /&gt;pluto. sympathy vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;my mum and no i do not intentionally dao her calls ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ring on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;silent. i've heard that people judge other people by their ringtones. mostly all ringtones do is attract criticism. besides my choice is limited to nokia's default ringtones lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;tioman trip shirt. which happens to make up a third of the shirts i wear at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;8. Do you "label" yourself?&lt;br /&gt;whatever for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Nike. which would probably indicate that i lack originality of opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;Bright. extremely tall windows pls. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey?&lt;br /&gt;uhh wangting. he's...wangting. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;12. If you're alone in a room with two beds, which one do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;the one nearer the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;technically its this morning? anyway. i was sleeping =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your mobile phone say?&lt;br /&gt;wanna watch monster house at vivocity tmr with me and jishun? abt lunch time--wr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your letter box?&lt;br /&gt;in the wall, beside the gate? where else could it be oO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;16. What's a word that you say a lot seriously?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if seriously is meant in the serious way or the bimbotalk way. well i say 'okay' alot. in its various forms. yea im mr. everythingsokay. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;my brother, few days ago, on msn, who happened to be sitting beside me on the (other) comp, and was probably feeling supremely bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;...what kind of a question is this lol. well. if u wanna define 'furry thing' as 'thing with fur' then i guess it would have to be....furrything. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;br /&gt;oh, lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?&lt;br /&gt;firstly its the age of digital cameras and i suspect this meme has been in circulation for a very very long time. secondly i have no camera (no not even handphone camera =()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;-agrees with wangting-. yea 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;22. Your worst enemy ever?&lt;br /&gt;meself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;Purple Flower. hey its not my fault my sister doesnt like Red Moon Desert and Ascent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;'auntie can prepare my breakfast'. lol =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;which would you take?&lt;br /&gt;Fly. duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;26. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;i like most people actually. or so i would like to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;damn. Puzzle of my Heart. Westlife. or maybe i should wait for the song to end before i answer this question lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;28. If the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, would you jump in front of the bullet?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if this question is specific to my maid, but i'll assume its not lol. well in the first place the question is stupid, and strictly a hypothetical situation. who shoots people in singapore. besides i am quite sure by the time you notice someone was getting shot at the bullet would have already hit him. plus i would rather jump at the person and knock him out of the path of the bullet? since we are talking action movie scenes anyway. anyway. assuming the situation is actually possible. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you could punch 1 person in the face who's in your life right now, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;no one.-mildly insulting comment deleted-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is the closest object to your left foot?&lt;br /&gt;the cabinet drawer thingy. and some cable which my foot is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol okay. i tag..everyone who's at least half as bored as i am.&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/25647310-116355980093999377?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116355980093999377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116355980093999377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116355980093999377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116355980093999377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-i-got-tagged-by-wt.html' title=''/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116326554216157423</id><published>2006-11-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:15:41.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T(AT)</title><content type='html'>In more ways than two. Ha. titular genius. wdv that means. anyway been wanting to blog for quite some time. wanted to blog about The Accidental, which i read, after wangtings sort-of recommendation, and reading the first chapter like long ago. so despite my half-crazed thoughts of blogging something half-psychotic  in accordance with the narrative tone of the book, which was at that time stuck in my head, i wont. instead all i will say is Go Read It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. my bloody body clock seems to be unable to adapt to the holidays. as such i have been getting around 6 hours of sleep. for example on pw op day i woke up at 530. before going back to sleep for 10 minute intervals or something. today was another 530 day, but managed to go back to sleep, till seven. which is still abnormal for a saturday, and also considering my completely wearing myself out the last 2 days. maybe it was the dream, which was seriously weird, but provided abit of relief. well, you were in it.&lt;br /&gt;You were on the floor. the floor! Im tired. course you are. I have my principles. Yes, they are tiring are they not. I have my reasons; have you forgotten. I should. Inadequacy, You say. yeah well maybe. You dont understand me, You cry, to no one in particular. Ah cut your emo-angst.I dont know; dont know; dont know. Ha; sorry, but i'll have to go with you on that one. uhh right. anyway You werent in my dream. And well no that wasnt the dream. anyway i woke up at 7 again and found my hair messier than it had been in ages(actually i think that had something to do with my sleeping with  my hair wet). so much for half-psychotic paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is always the most important question. once you got that sorted out, the rest is a-okay, smooth sailing, merry christmas, send a bouquet, put a s(t)ock(ing) in it. more or less. why did you? why would you? why were you? why do this? why not? why wonder why, when you you know youre not going to get an answer (i think too much)? still You do it, over and over, but whatever_, Time After Time. wooo half-psychotic paragraph once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol okay anyway. no im not going crazy/committing suicide/depressed/lovesick/wdv. why not?  uhh next paragraph. anyway past few days have been rather busy. okay recap. thursday. well. i am rather proud of myself for having done op, buying herman (and unecessary tupperware), rushing home to chiong InR in 2 hours, gone out again, lanning till 11, and not having dropped dead. dinner was...pretty good? i mean we did as best as circumstance would allow =/. and hey at least i managed to keep herman alive ^^. friday, was out the whole day, and i am rather proud of myself for not having dropped dead. still. vadis play was...alright i guess. was observing this old angmoh couple at the corner. they never laughed, not once. and after vadi came out i saw their seats empty. but i guess thats just my problem, i give too much shit about what people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay and so i get to today. went on the doulos, which, for the ignorant, is a missionary ship (if thats the proper phrase for it) that sails the world. basically i was half-conned into going. you see there was an announcement in church last week for people to take care of the u-12s i.e. pri sch chillun, who were going on a tour of the ship. but. sometimes the memory takes shortcuts. like, skips a few bits of detail. so i completely forgot about that, and when jianhorng (my dg leader, for the ignorant) smsed me if i was available to go, i felt obliged to, thinking everyone else would be there. okay anyway so ended up being a junior caretaker or something like that. cos adults outnumber youths, adults+youths outnumber children. so uhh. yeah.not like i did much. so the ship was pretty boring, seeing how the less-than-30-minute tour was targetted at children. but yea well. interesting to note how each of them on board must have some fascinating story to tell. they could compile stuff into a journal, and put it in the bookshop, and i would buy that, cos the bookstores nothing much imo =/. haha they were playing music in the bookstore. uhh they played Still ( i think thats what its called).how apt that it should be raining everywhere. and yeah theres not that much shelter around.to cut a long story short, i got wet. yay one of the reasons why i dont change hairstyle. to look upon my reflection in the mirror when my hair is rain soaked. lol! anyway ended up laughing quite deliriously. and i was happy for the next few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so ends my very long post. and whassup with the inefficiency. for the record, its 1:08 now. below should be the time i started typing. and uhh in case i sound half-crazed, this(actually its probably just the half-psychotic paragraphs) is what you get from pacing round church while staring at the floor, for half an hour? in circles no less. if i do, well screw tat lol. then again, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Right. so im sort of editing a little. woke up at 630 today i.e. the next morning/the same morning. how nice 5 hrs of sleep. =.=. sucks that blog posts never turn out the way i want them to. and uhh tell me if you think youve figured out all the possible interpretations of the title ^^]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116326554216157423?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116326554216157423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116326554216157423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116326554216157423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116326554216157423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/11/tat.html' title='T(AT)'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116265634112235760</id><published>2006-11-04T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:05:41.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont believe we've been introduced proper.</title><content type='html'>i've nothing to do, and weiren requests i blog. about myself. very well, your wish is my command. but i must add that the information presented in this post may not be reliable or accurate, as the first and most important thing about myself(and everyone else) is that i dont know myself, or dont want to, or dont want to think about it. i think. ugh, this is gonna be dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is. im not telling u my name. in case the mob comes looking for me one day, it would make it harder to trace my name through my blog. muahaha. although i dont think the mob visits my blog, and the tagboard should be sufficient for uncovering my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a guy who wasnt really funny once said, 'if you fail miserably at being funny, well, thats as good as being funny'. and in case you havent discovered by now, i am a believer of this principle. well thats one thing about me. ...And i am unable to think of any more 'things' about me. so, on to the next section. strengths and weaknesses! yeah, like them CLE pieces of paper. except i was never able to fill one up properly. so what makes me think i can do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weaknesses first. as i see them.&lt;br /&gt;1) I worry too much. insecurity, paranoia, whatever you want to call it. all of it. you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;2) All thought and no action, sloth, procrastination. whatever you want to call it. all of it. you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;3) Highly irritable. with some people, anyway. which probably makes it worse. and especially at home.&lt;br /&gt;4) Indecision. which is probably linked to the first two. irresolution due to ease of influence from external opinion, and lack of (belief in?) own.&lt;br /&gt;5) Pride. is a bad thing. pride is not just self-belief, its believing oneself to be superior to almost everyone else. inflated ego larger than the Arizona desert. got burst somewhere along the way, i think. now airs being pumped into it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strengths. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;1) Pride. pride is also the refusal to acknowledge most other people as superior. and if you think ur gonna make me do something i dont like doing/feel no obligation to do without me cursing u secretly..&lt;br /&gt;2) Self-sufficiency.[ linked to (1), and does not apply to the more relevant aspects of life, like uhh cooking and washing ^^. ] well for now anyway. lol maybe its cos i dont have many needs/preferences. wants are the more-than-sufficient. the lamers at Cactus Mineral Water came up with a rather intelligent slogan for their brand of air minuman. Life goes on, it says. holy sheet im quoting mineral water bottles now.&lt;br /&gt;3) Modesty? lol. the futile fight against the ego. and uhh i think anyone claiming to be modest is highly ironic, and basically jacks himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to believe that..(complete the sentence). Hope.&lt;br /&gt;1) I have talents(i cant decide if this should be a fullstop or exclamation mark) Which makes people feel useful/better about themselves. huh. lit, some might believe. (lol shuttup not a reference to prakash). origami? i duno i was watching an origami video(youtube does have everything) of something the other day, and i thought mine looked nicer =/. probably sucky resolution though. DotA? hardly, lol. its a bloody rat race out there.&lt;br /&gt;2) things will turn out for the better. eventually. without me having to do much. lol this is redundant, who doesnt. but i seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;3) the last 17 years of my life have been more interesting/dramatic than the average person. but the past 5 years have taught me that everyone has their own stories.&lt;br /&gt;4) anyone can do anything, or at least i can, with enough time and on pure willpower. that my potential is limitless.&lt;br /&gt;5) People cant be defined by making long lists of what they did and what they like and what i have just done, cause theres a whole lot more. and people change. not a list, an essence. ha. well. what i would like to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendments: add 'inefficiency' to weaknesses. its been more than an hour since i started. Also add 'does not divulge personal information easily' to...whichever of the three u might find the most appropriate. the uses of mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats enough information for today lol. hopefully this entry might be of some use to you. and if you thought it was more full of shit than newater before the filtration stage (just had to put that somewhere), as some part of me secretly believes, well too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116265634112235760?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116265634112235760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116265634112235760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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narrative for the day. so this morning i woke up. at 5. then mugged chem. then brushed my teeth. then wdv skip this.  then collected results slip. then chem spa. then slacked around for abit. then went to eat lunch with jenson wr jishun. then met raja, and since there was time before movie started we stoned at macs and watched raja eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i think the bishan gay leads a very interesting life, observing ri/rj/other school students behind that newspaper and pervy smile. i mean obviously students are more interesting to observe than adults. i suppose he followed the ri ppls activities only because there was not much alternative. rj people are a hell lot more interesting to observe. in my opinion. i bet if u sat around for long enough something highly interesting is bound to happen. plus macs is a prime spot for flaming people that walk by out of earshot. and sourcing for gossip material. in a completely random and unrelated mention, today, among other people, crunch and nelson were spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyy. on to other things. watched death note. it was pretty cool i guess, what with prettybois masquerading as cooliobois. okay that is not a true reflection of the show, its just another symptom of boredom. it was pretty cool. but when someone keeps telling u something is cool, it doesnt become that cool anymore. and uhh jenson kept hitting me and saying 'so exciting'. =/. in addition, why does it not feel as impressive as hollywood films, apart from the crappy cgi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in accordance with albars teachings, i have been making a conscious effort to observe random people on the trains. course usually it doesnt yield much. and people are usually forgotten. but. an interesting scenario today. and i shall attempt to, using my limited descriptive skills, to...describe it. ok. so im standing at my usual spot, that is to say, the area around the doors that dont open except at city hall/braddell. the one closest to the linkage between the carriages. so i could see that area, where people go to make out -.- so at the edge of that area, theres a woman leaning her side against the wall(arms folded), facing outwards, looking extremely stoned.  dressed like shes going to supermarket or something (grey shorts, pink flip flops, dyed hair i think, quite unnoticeable). looks 30 something, probably 20 something. a little plump, short. short relative to the 2 standing behind her that is =/. tall (big is more appropriate) guy and tall girl, with hair thats dyed to a larger extent(blonde at that). now these people look 20 something. well they arent making out, but theres physical contact involved. so for awhile i was thinking, the poor ladys probably thinking, wth i wish they would pick a better spot than less than a metre behind me. but. then the guy(yes the guy) taps her shoulder(for the sake of it?), and she turns behind and engages in a little conversation with the two, smiling rather unconvincingly (unable to describe objectively). then she turns back around and resumes her staring into space with a tinge of buay song-ness. (see previous bracket) right. so she knew them. draw ur own inferences/conclusions please. now if one day i am ever caught in a situation like that remind me to slap myself or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol that was exceedingly unecessarily long. but the highlight of the day was obviously the walk home in the storm, which can be themed 'all or nothing'. firstly the weather pattern seems to have been following this trend of late. they give u a storm, or they give u much heat. secondly this applies to umbrellas. either u bring the huge walking stick umbrellas, which provide considerable protection from most storms, or dont bring any at all, and wait for the damn rain to stop. i mean yeah you'll still be walking in water half the height of your shoe, but at least u wont get ur pants soaked to knee level. bringing puny little umbrellas that the rain takes not into consideration doesnt work very well. yeah so that more or less sums up my little adventure in the rain, and events for the day. though i think i might drown in exaggerated self-pity before i drown in the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116238853247758009?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116238853247758009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116238853247758009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116238853247758009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116238853247758009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/11/border-than-thou.html' title='Border than thou'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116212659273568900</id><published>2006-10-29T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:12:21.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rootine</title><content type='html'>Holidays are here. sort of anw. Yay. tis the season to be abusing. Aircon in comp room is now on something like 16 hrs a day, aircon in room is on for....the rest of the time. not long before something screws up. comp is on as long as aircon in comp room is on, if not longer. pity my parents =/. eyes are getting screwed too. that red streak that cuts through the center of each eyeball is back. could be pretty cool, if it didnt hurt lol. brain is also suffering from lack of activity(non-mental activity that is), resulting in it going into overdrive. the voice in there refuses to stop blabbering. only another 2 months to go. maybe i should pick up a new skill. cross-stitching sounds really fun.&lt;br /&gt;  then theres the issue of ego, which seems to have died down. sorry but i simply have to say my piece. oops did i say ego, i meant elitism. on second thought maybe i shant say my piece. im not elitist, but this shit is starting me on the road to it.&lt;br /&gt;  6.38 is out, and on this i shall have to say my piece. put very simply, its gay. especially the PoM(PoM).&lt;br /&gt;  my grades, are maths A, gp B, chem B, lit C, econs D. this is what i get for following everyone else and taking econs lol. or maybe. this is what i get for not being able to live with that.&lt;br /&gt;  yay pw op dry run 2 tmr, spa on wednesday, the real deal next week. the schools notion of holidays is a little weird. haha yea im one of those whiners who complain both ways..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116212659273568900?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116212659273568900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116212659273568900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116212659273568900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116212659273568900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/10/rootine.html' title='Rootine'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116187375320383131</id><published>2006-10-26T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:42:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another 'oh how quickly time has passed' entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    okay so technically school is over. of course theres still 2 really exciting a lvl exams coming up. everyones favourite subjects at that. but hey, its supposed to be over. so as the academic year comes to an abrupt, boring, and most unfitting end, We shall take some time to reflect on the past year of school. damn i want to do another 'oh how quickly time has passed' thing before new year, so hard to split content lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm actually i dont have much to reflect on, as most of the year was spent...half alive. hence i cannot recall much. sec 4 i still could remember, to some extent, the occurences of the day, like some joylim joke, or what huang yuting did for physics (well thats not too hard really, its always the same). and i could go to school and laugh my ass off the whole day and go home and play dota the whole day. now, i duno, i think my brain is half frozen, fuse is half its old length. and tired. lol. not the good kind of tired, more like the bored kind of tired. but whats there to be done. even rest isnt restful (was it ever =/). when ur not working, ur haunted by your thoughts,  or some random game that probably stresses ur brain out more than when doing work. dreamless sleep is precious =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah im falling asleep. at 1030. anw so its goodbye j1, goodbye rest, goodbye free time, goodbye keith wong =/, goodbye OA(for now). hello j2, hello A levels, hello looking for universities, hello worrying about scholarships, hello helllotofwork. looks kinda bleak from where im standing. but oh well. who knows how it'll turn out. (damn this is really brief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116187375320383131?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116187375320383131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116187375320383131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116187375320383131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116187375320383131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-another-oh-how-quickly-time-has.html' title='Just another &apos;oh how quickly time has passed&apos; entry'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116135021110131731</id><published>2006-10-20T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:16:51.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach less learn...what?</title><content type='html'>-between the camps of 'express yourself'(essential for healthy growth) and 'dont give yourself away'(they'll know your every weakness), the rest were just left to wonder.-quoteworthy? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back when they were trying to get everyone enthusiastic about keeping diaries, i dont believe i ever thought of keeping one. firstly it was gay, secondly maybe writing to yourself seemed a little sad. and hinted at/would result in a loss of sanity. so now i have a blog, where content is regulated. though as exemplified by this paragraph that doesnt really seem to be very effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw yesterday went church for p6 seminar. some people are under the impression that i went to macritchie to run/look at monkeys =) (identities hidden). where once again my social skills failed me, and 'nevermind' and 'its okay' once again win the prize for most frequently used phrases. and 'the same' won the prize for most common response (though its a fairly original one, if i may add). wasnt much help either =p. oh well. some time, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the point. so after dinner there was some talk for parents of p6 kids, on life in secondary school. and there was some panel of parents who came up to answer FAQs on how they treat/discipline/wdv their children. so once again i was reminded of how easy we have it. though most of the time i appreciate the freedom to stayover, stay up, stay out, stay in front of the comp with near zero nagging, near zero information required, think they let go too early lol. i still have no idea why everything was suddenly 'allowed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think ive said enough/too much. despite the length of the post. -end mild angst- right this post probably breaks the record for least  number of '=/'s used. zero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116135021110131731?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116135021110131731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116135021110131731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116135021110131731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116135021110131731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/10/teach-less-learnwhat.html' title='Teach less learn...what?'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116109592626168923</id><published>2006-10-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:38:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions #2</title><content type='html'>i vaguely remember having confessions #1 as a title before, not sure though.   &lt;br /&gt;okay so this morning i was going downstairs for breakfast and my sister asks me to go look in the backyard. and theres a yellow basket, upside down. anw my maids standing around, and she asks me if i knew what it was, and she opens the basket, and lo and behold, theres a...furry thing! anw its either a hamster or guinea pig, i dont know which =/. cutest thing i saw all day=p.apparently my maid woke up to find it outside her door(her rooms in the backyard, and yes she has a proper room -.-) uhh anw thats not the end of the story. so we were discussing wad to put it in, and went to look for a box, and i got back to the backyard, and the thing got out of the basket =/. so i panic, slightly. and try to  throw the basket back over the furrything(assume its a guinea pig). but miss. then my maid comes, and she starts screaming+laughing. if u can picture that, and she tries to throw the basket again, but misses, even worse and the furrything (i think its a better name than guinea pig) starts panicking, and running around, and slips out the backgate, and gets cornered by me my maid my neighbour (some old lady) and her maid. and uhh it starts...hissing is the best way to describe it probably. and uhh my maids asking me to catch it =/ so i sorta stick out my hand, and it runs to the drain, and somehow slips through the grille. and gets away. however, that was my fault =////. see it took some time to wiggle through, and i could have grabbed its hind legs and yanked, but its head was through already, and i thought it might a) get permanent brain damage, or b) bite me and give me some strange disease. well okay so no1 would go into the drain to retrieve it. and thats all there is to it. i was feeling quite alright, until my sister asked my dad ( who had been spectating) what would happen to it,and he said the cats would get it =/. ouch. failed reflexes+ brains+ guts. and uhh an after school search (12 hrs later, yea. well my sister was hanging around in the backyard, insisting she was there to scare the cats away, for fun.=PP) yielded no results.&lt;br /&gt;    so uhhh. if the cats got you, RIP, furrything =/. and i shall be haunted for the rest of my life( or at least part of it). and if they didnt, maybe it will show up again randomly lol.&lt;br /&gt;    Also troubing is my lack of form, in dota, and everything in general. i can feeelll the weakness.&lt;br /&gt;    And cheer up people =/ (lol myself included i guess). havent u heard, depression is contagious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116109592626168923?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116109592626168923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116109592626168923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116109592626168923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116109592626168923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/10/confessions-2.html' title='Confessions #2'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116079812285297420</id><published>2006-10-14T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:21:39.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went pretty darn well, i daresay. the only bad stuff that happened to me struck when there was a little more than an hour left of the day, and my cursor decided not to appear on the comp screen, then my monitor screwed up, then my comp hung, and hung again, and again, and again..anw to see if friday the 13th was really unlucky i waited till there was about 15 mins left to saturday the 14th, and tried it again, and uhhh it worked lol. 15 mins left cos i was falling asleep =/. apart from that, the day was...nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open house was actually quite fun lol. i actually like rj oO. maybe it was cos i was slacking so much. and the performances were pretty good, and Borrowed Time is obviously borrowing time to think of a new name =p (i couldnt resist saying that =/, honestly i think the names okay, except its koped from a dota skill.) lol but wdv it was nice. lol wr i wasnt kidding when i said Boston and How to save a life were songs that i like now, and accidentally in love (2 yrs ago) (ok lah i still like it lol) and wth albar couldnt recognize me =(. do i rly look that different =/. and lan was fun, after cs lol oO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is tagboard screwing up (and switching to cbox doesnt solve anything), and so is msn 7.5. and lance and daryl complain i dont link them. so lance's blog can be found at www.isaiah35.blogspot.com, and daryl's blog can be found at ww.missionaryinmaking.blogspot.com (=p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116079812285297420?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116079812285297420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116079812285297420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116079812285297420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116079812285297420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-much-for-friday-13th.html' title='So much for Friday the 13th'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116039998334968220</id><published>2006-10-09T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:19:43.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aura</title><content type='html'>Today i got home, and my comp hanged. (its been hanging alot less this week) anyway when i switched it on again my history was gone. for firefox that is. which has never happened before. actually all my internet settings got reset. well thats for my comp. the laptop...its still there. lol how completely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Once upon a time, i went for adam khoos motivational workshop thingo. one of the things mentioned was that people have..auras. which are caused by their thoughts/states of mind, if i remember correctly. which go on to influence people around u. for example, if u look at a guy and think 'f*** u' or something really hard, he can..sense it and gets affected. thats according to them of course. there was an experiment to sort of prove it, but the reliability is still questionable. they also crapped about how everyone is the best of a few million sperms that swim to reach the egg (yea that same old story) which was disputed by joylim last year, cos the first few are sacrificed to break through that...i forgot wad its called that coats the egg. ok this is really random too, dont ask me why i am reminded of it cos i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     actually it had something to do with friday the thirteenth. okay i only found out/realized this friday is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;day this afternoon visiting mocas blog. already i can feel the evil...aura(yes wrong usage i know) approaching, led by the most unlucky pw op on thursday. and i am reading stephen king (again). no not the dark tower, and this one is starting to creep me out. or maybe its the cover. or maybe its the thickness of the thing. lol. or, it might be because the main character is named Bobbi Anderson, mostly referred to as Anderson(which never fails to remind me of the idiot from the matrix [no, not mr anderson, smith]). and its a woman. and umm if u add or to aura u get aurora :o. ok the last one was seriously random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    in other stuff that contains auras of sorts, today i got back my sustenance (starts with b, ends with net, no its not bayonet). *rawr. must feed..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116039998334968220?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116039998334968220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116039998334968220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116039998334968220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116039998334968220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/10/aura.html' title='Aura'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-116018773824703886</id><published>2006-10-07T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T10:22:18.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you can read this.</title><content type='html'>Green and yellow. in memory of all the trees that died in the forest fires. just kidding. but they always did say looking at green stuff is good for ur eyes. =( wad can i do if all my favourite colour combis are glaring. lol at least this ones nicer than the last right.  anw if theres enough feedback and boycotting of my blog i guess ill have to change the combination to a less....striking one. which wont be as nice, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random quote:&lt;br /&gt;"Behold, for their ashes wreck vengeance upon the lands"-poetic/prophetic environmentalist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-116018773824703886?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/116018773824703886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=116018773824703886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116018773824703886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/116018773824703886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hope-you-can-read-this.html' title='I hope you can read this.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115988191235759217</id><published>2006-10-03T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:45:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow i can take more than i thought.</title><content type='html'>or maybe its not as hard as i thought. wdv. anyway im kinda blogging out of obligation. dont think i will be blogging as often as before (much less than the once a day craze). ive more or less exhausted ideas for wad to blog about lol. and i dont suppose i need to put everything here. i started blogging cos i thought i had so much stuff to say. but i dont suppose i dont, after all lol. some of it is probably better off in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i guess ill jus blog about random mundane stuff then. like the weather oO. lol seriously the haze is annoying. everythings so...hazy now. lol. and the suns a dull orange with a tinge of grey, resulting in the light taking on an unnatural tinge of yellow/orange. i know i said i like orange and yellow light, but this is..not natural. in addition, the heat is still stifling, and the rain served only to bring on more humidity. in conclusion, the weather isnt really its best. lol ok ignore this paragraph. seriously i dont quite know wad to type/how to type it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its cos ive been on some marathon. well, very briefly, my activities over the last 36 hours. yesterday, (monday right. yea monday lol.) went bowling with lk timwee lim min(lolnoshowsall). then having nothing better to do walked randomly around ps/heeren with lk and limin looking for...something. longkuans needs oO. was quite stoned out by then. then went home, waited for moca and xr, then went to city hall, had dinner, went home again, this time with all of them, for stayover (before moving out, must abuse, lol.) okay fine maybe i was a little anal about the state of my house, but nvm. in any case, alot of walking involved oO. anw, yea stayover. was, as usual, great. lol. thanks xr for the cd and stuff. and pardon the bad hospitality( from me, at least) and lack of panadol(or my ability to find any) lol. and as a result my comp now has &gt;double the original amount of songs. yay oO (how to save a life). lol i think pretty soon im gonna turn emo. anw armed with four hours of sleep the afternoon was spent stoning away, and uhh cs with jensons classmates. (jenson robs me of my right to be tired btw =/). i think cs will be one of my favouritest games. when (and if) i learn to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats my last 36 hrs. in summarized, straightforward, non-beat around the bush form. how boring lol. have u fallen asleep yet. cos i think im going to soon(which may or may not be related to the quality of the post). then again i might get insomnia (the pre-gp paper insomnia has installed that worry in my head).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i am thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115988191235759217?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115988191235759217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115988191235759217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115988191235759217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115988191235759217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-i-can-take-more-than-i-thought.html' title='Wow i can take more than i thought.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115946174360143216</id><published>2006-09-28T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:42:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath is chem</title><content type='html'>Okay here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False statements are 5, 11, 13, 15, 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At one point in time i had guppies in cheap plastic tanks, at another i had various fishes in a not-so-cheap tank, at another i had swordfish in a small fountain-pond, and at another i had koi in a fibreglass tank.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh yea. now i just have koi in a pond. i miss the aquarium. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My favourite time of the day is the 6am-11am period.&lt;br /&gt;whats not to like? everythings a nice orange-turning-to-yellow. without the crappy heat. wad else could be my favourite time of the day? hmm 6-7pm comes quite close though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am unable to think of anyone whose guts i hate so bad i want to kill the fella.&lt;br /&gt;yea well wdv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Being an extremely docile guy, i have squished less than 20 mosquitoes and ants combined my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;lol why does everyone pick this..firstly i dont squish ants, i flick them. and uhh mosquitoes..well i 'd rather not get my hands dirty. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I used to know a lot about dinosaurs. when i was eight i knew what a masiakasaurus was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol nava almost got this. the first half of the statement is true, the second...is the result i got for googling 'most recently discovered dinosaur'. lol i think this prevented ppl from getting 5/5. it takes a truly dedicated soul to find this out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ive cheated someone of money before.&lt;br /&gt;yea well. it was in primary one, and everyday i bought a hot dog bun which cost 50 cents, and my mom would give me 50 cents everyday. so one day somehow there was a 20 cent coin in my bag, and i took it and gave it to the auntie (unknowingly) and she spotted it, and i seriously thought i gave her the 50 cent coin, and i argued with her for abit, then a teacher came and asked, 'are u sure u gave her 50 cents?' so i said ya, and she paid for me. then i went back after recess and found the 50 cent coin in my bag and was like... damn i dont remember wad i said. but i still remember. traumatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In primary school i always wanted to be a prefect, cos i wanted power, and got angry when i wasnt chosen.&lt;br /&gt;lol i still duno why. was always so close. wasnt selected in p2, but was appointed monitor in p3. then after i changed school, half my class were prefects, but i wasnt, despite being in the better half of the class, academically and in terms of behaviour. this is before i became 'anti-establishment'. still, its quite puzzling. think its because i was too childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When i was younger i used to fold lots of origami, then use them as toys and start playing with them.&lt;br /&gt;yeah well i never had much to do. and they looked cool. i even had a plot. which consisted mostly of fighting. and fighting. and cool action scenes with paper figures. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've moved house 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;and moved back to the same house twice lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. At one time i wanted to learn to draw, so i borrowed drawing books from the library.&lt;br /&gt;umm yea. no comment. i read fiction too quickly for things to do over the course of the loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. It was only the december hols after PSLE that i was allowed to access the computer anytime i wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually it was only in sec2 lol -.-. before that i had to do stuff like wait till my mom wasnt at home then ask my dad. or swim for time, which was initiated by me/my brother, cant remember. but i think my mom wouldnt have minded, cos one day she came home and saw me playing and din say anything so i assumed i was granted free acces&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Currently my computer contains more songs by the beatles than any other artiste/group.&lt;br /&gt;lol didnt think i would make it that easy did you. this is true, at least on the morning of posting. i found this old beatles cd, and due to the sad nature of my playlist and mugging being very boring i copied it &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Corn is one of the vegetables that i actually enjoy eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ummmm no. i dont really like corn actually. lol my words actually carry a lot of weight. 'does no one believe me to be capable of liking corn' and no1 puts 13 after that =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I think of myself as anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so maybe not in school. but outside school, like my first year of church for example, ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. There used to be this mango tree in my backyard that yielded the sourest of mangoes, and (only) my parents would put black sauce in it and eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay it was my neighbours tree. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I was so superstitious, i used to believe that the good and bad things that happened in a day would balance out. hence if bad things happened to me i would think 'theres bound to be good things later on'.&lt;br /&gt;lol btw leonard, i currently dont think its true &gt;&lt;. think its all about perception lah. anw, its mostly gone now, but im still paranoid ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When i was about 7 i used to get my maid to catch them little brown beetles, and put them in plastic tanks and tried to feed them. but they all died, so i stopped.&lt;br /&gt;yeah well. need i say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. When i was unwillingly appointed physics rep in sec4 i thought at least it was better than nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well no not really. i thought it was quite shitty she appointed me rep of the subject i did not hesitate to drop. i may have sucked as lit rep, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Long ago i fell down in my own front yard and cut my head against those green wire fences, and had to go to the hospital for a few stitches.&lt;br /&gt;yeah well theres a teeny mark on my left eyebrow. i remember crying all the way to the hospital and back, before my mom gave up and scolded me and i realized i was crying for no reason lol. at least i think thats wad happened. i was like, six?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  In my opinion, theres alot of things most people dont know about me. (how giveaway is this)&lt;br /&gt;uhh the only people who guessed this got zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;SCORES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol the tagboard doesnt have the other ppls scores, so xr, moca, wt and phang (im not sure who else) u wont get ur answers, but i remember ur scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in first prize, with 3/5: MoXaR. 1.5 each? =/ (dont rmbr ur choices)&lt;br /&gt;2nd prize, with 2/5: wt(dont rmbr choices), longkuan (&lt;span class="message"&gt;2,9,11,15,19&lt;/span&gt;), jishun (&lt;span class="message"&gt;1,18,13,9,14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd prize, with 1/5: leonard (&lt;span class="message"&gt;2, 4, 9, 12, 15), yihui (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;1, 2, 4, 14, 18), lim min (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;4, 6, 8, 11, 12)&lt;br /&gt;Consolation (for everyone else), with 0/5 (=P): phang (dont rmbr), daphne(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;20, 4, 9, 10, 16), crunch(4 6 12 7 16), nava (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;4, 16, 9, 10, 20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and thats all folks, thanks for playing&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/25647310-115946174360143216?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115946174360143216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115946174360143216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115946174360143216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115946174360143216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/09/aftermath-is-chem_28.html' title='Aftermath is chem'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115880418692394017</id><published>2006-09-21T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:36:37.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tag</title><content type='html'>right. ok actually i did not do it earlier because i was busy racking my brains for things that will fuddle all of yours. besides its thursday morning, which is hardly suitable for mugging, and i need stuff to blog about, and i need entertainment. anw here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One.&lt;/strong&gt; Think of 15 short bits of interesting stuff about yourself. And they’ve gotta be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two.&lt;/strong&gt; Come up with 5 false statements regarding yourself, but for fun's sake keep them in the threshold of believability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three.&lt;/strong&gt; Jumble them all up together and list them in any order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four&lt;/strong&gt;. Post them on LJ and let people guess which the five false ones are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five.&lt;/strong&gt; Get 5 others to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At one point in time i had guppies in cheap plastic tanks, at another i had various fishes in a not-so-cheap tank, at another i had swordfish in a small fountain-pond, and at another i had koi in a fibreglass tank.&lt;br /&gt;2. My favourite time of the day is the 6am-11am period.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am unable to think of anyone whose guts i hate so bad i want to kill the fella.&lt;br /&gt;4. Being an extremely docile guy, i have squished less than 20 mosquitoes and ants combined my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to know a lot about dinosaurs. when i was eight i knew what a masiakasaurus was.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ive cheated someone of money before.&lt;br /&gt;7. In primary school i always wanted to be a prefect, cos i wanted power, and got angry when i wasnt chosen.&lt;br /&gt;8. When i was younger i used to fold lots of origami, then use them as toys and start playing with them.&lt;br /&gt;9. I've moved house 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;10. At one time i wanted to learn to draw, so i borrowed drawing books from the library.&lt;br /&gt;11. It was only the december hols after PSLE that i was allowed to access the computer anytime i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;12. Currently my computer contains more songs by the beatles than any other artiste/group.&lt;br /&gt;13. Corn is one of the vegetables that i actually enjoy eating.&lt;br /&gt;14. I think of myself as anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;15. There used to be this mango tree in my backyard that yielded the sourest of mangoes, and (only) my parents would put black sauce in it and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;16. I was so superstitious, i used to believe that the good and bad things that happened in a day would balance out. hence if bad things happened to me i would think 'theres bound to be good things later on'.&lt;br /&gt;17. When i was about 7 i used to get my maid to catch them little brown beetles, and put them in plastic tanks and tried to feed them. but they all died, so i stopped.&lt;br /&gt;18. When i was unwillingly appointed physics rep in sec4 i thought at least it was better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;19. Long ago i fell down in my own front yard and cut my head against those green wire fences, and had to go to the hospital for a few stitches.&lt;br /&gt;20.  In my opinion, theres alot of things most people dont know about me. (how giveaway is this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol have fun. tagging everyone is hardly effective. so i tag weiren, nava, crunch, timwee(if u happen to read this) and cheryl (see 'timwee')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115880418692394017?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115880418692394017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115880418692394017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115880418692394017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115880418692394017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/09/tag.html' title='The tag'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115833132795039663</id><published>2006-09-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:42:08.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'>wonder whats with the weather. maybe its God. but its all so apt. today all heat was flushed away by the afternoons..torrent. or whatever u want to call it. nearly turned the very air grey, i dare say. the rest of the day was punctuated with light drizzles, a memory of the floods and a melancholic reminder of the cold that still permeated the air. it was vaguely refreshing, a little bit of clarity, i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    no one noticed the thunderstorm during gp/pw. well it didnt bother anyone i guess (apart from js?) cos we were together. it only struck later, when i was alone(as it tends to do). on my refreshing little evening walk home in light rain(yes i wasted that much time just doing one maths assignment). this sort of weather tends to evoke depressing thoughts, no? and strangely poetic ones too. who knows how long the drizzles will stay. but the question is, should they?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    either way, tis the time for chocolates and sad songs (dont ask me why, i just feel that way). and gravity drags spirits down, just as it pulls droplets down from the heavens, just as it anchors (almost) everything to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115833132795039663?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115833132795039663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115833132795039663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115833132795039663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115833132795039663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/09/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115798483842785489</id><published>2006-09-11T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:32:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One night of desolation</title><content type='html'>Msn's down. o discordia. currently a grand total of 10 contacts are online. everyone else apparently is ignorant of the existence of windows messenger, or thinks it unworthy of their signing in to it, and talking to a possible 10-20 contacts. hello windows msnger rocks k?? behold the simplistic blue and white layout, lack of display pics, personal msges, limited(seriously) emoticons, maximum one file transfer at a time, and most importantly the alert sound (which is really a dull beep). how pleasant to the ears it is. in fact you hardly hear it.&lt;br /&gt; anyway.no superlatives can describe The Importance of Msn.  i was introduced to it in sec2 (yea damn late i know) and since then, ive never looked back, faithfully coming online almost every night. for what i dont really know, dont really have many convos, but it simply has to be on. seriously i have to be able to open msn and soak up the aura generated by contacts being online. believe me, its there, its not a figment of my imagination, or the radiation generated by the screen. oh yes, its there alright. as a result i find myself unable to function properly without msn on. cant play dota, and cant do work.&lt;br /&gt; in my opinion, it is most irresponsible of the ppl at msn, who have faithfully kept it running for forever, to let it remain down for more than 5 hrs (yea its been down since 4, and thats only when i got back). they really should spare a thought for the millions of youth around the world, for whom it is a necessity to feel connected, without which they will wither and die. and all the poor j1 students who have to do pw. without msn, how are they to communicate and do their bloody written reports, save through alternative mediums of communication (i am unable to think of any)&lt;br /&gt;  hence i find myself blogging, windows messenger being a poor substitute for msn. this is while staring blankly into my lit essay question, unable to do work due to msn not functioning. maybe. or it could be because the question is impossible. this is in addition to the chem tutorial maths tutorial and other stuff which i cannot remember at present, which i have yet to do. but how am i going to stay up late, with no one online, and no msn to properly stay up late, if u get what i mean. oh well. the night isnt that bad though. entertainment for the night was provided by jishun, who has put my jokes to shame with a few of his own. and heres a few, impromptu (ithink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why couldnt the penguin wear a wig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;its flippers were too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why couldnt the turtle scratch its back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;there was a shell there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did the sheep end up with a bad haircut? (something like that, i kinda forgot &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the farmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; thought it wanted to go to a bahhh-ber shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(236, 216, 114);"&gt;anyway it is my opinion that msn screwing up is all the fault of the IMF world bank shit. conspiracy theory(i love u baby..) :terrorists, following in the governments footsteps, have decided to try to identify with todays youths (remember the NS video), and resorted to using msn to recruit new suicide bombers. or perhaps they simply found it more efficient than sending out coded letters, seeing how it would be impossible to sift out potentially dangerous exchanges from the millions of other convos going on, making them hard to detect. in any case, the government in a show of paranoia has decided to shut down msn to prevent communication between terrorists intending to sabotage the meeting. damn i  think im gonna stage a protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if the post sounded weird, thats obviously the fault of msn as well. see i cant even blog properly without it oO&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/25647310-115798483842785489?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115798483842785489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115798483842785489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115798483842785489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115798483842785489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-night-of-desolation.html' title='One night of desolation'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115781766327421543</id><published>2006-09-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:01:03.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing accomplished</title><content type='html'>yet another 'nothing' title. yay. so the one week holiday that never was draws to a close. and i find myself having done nothing the whole week. what i wanted to do was do some tys qns, read some chem notes, file all my stuff,  do maths practice qns. however, perhaps due to a lack of concrete goals (note how there are no quantitative values in the list) i obviously did not achieve all that. (see all those motivational, goal setting etc. talks are actually good for something). instead, i have managed to: empty my big box file(leaving all the stuff that was supposed to be filed lying on my table in piles, rendering me unable to do work in my room. and maths assignment (except general maths qns). and read (with little effect) chem notes. the uselessness of that was clearly demonstrated during the organic chem test, which, btw, could be used as a biology case study for erm. hormones. and stuff. or a case study for one of them goal setting talks. you know how they always say set realistic targets. well keeping an entire lt (lt 1 to be precise) full of students quiet for more than 1 hr and 10 minutes (the duration of the test, if i remember correctly) is hardly realistic. not even the hedgehog can do it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anw. what i have been doing is playing dota, neopets, minesweeper, other random warcraft maps, watching tv and other time-wasting, counter productive activities. actually i havent even finished holiday homework. or done any pw. and the holidays (or sorry excuse for it) are more or less over(such a useless phrase, if its over its over lol). funny how i thought (like everyone else) the week would give all the time i needed to...settle stuff. ouch is all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the topic of watching tv i watched groundhog day today. which is seriously a nice show. and infinitely better than vadis pck episode. and in a random coincidence-like thing groundhog days on the 2nd of february. whatever the significance of that(or the day after) may be. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115781766327421543?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115781766327421543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115781766327421543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115781766327421543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115781766327421543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/09/nothing-accomplished.html' title='Nothing accomplished'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115746586171778545</id><published>2006-09-05T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:17:49.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble me not</title><content type='html'>its scary how i dont feel scared about promos. theres just this vague sense of 'something must be done' cos every one else is chionging like mad cows. btw this phenomemon would not have been witnessed in ri, i think. so the past few days have been completely unproductive. didnt catch shit in maths/econs, came home and wasted time doing stupid stuff (like xherosiege =p). apart sorting all the worksheets in my file by subject half hr ago. now all thats left to do is punch holes, file them, and repeat for the worksheets that were not in my file (the worksheets in my file are something like 2 wks worth of em). currently i cant do maths, not understanding chapters 8 9 10, dont understand nitrogen compounds, have forgotten all the stuff from previous chem lectures, and econs to me is more fictional than lit.yay. thats okay tomorrow shall be a mugging day(i wish). i need to get off the damn comp. its such a distraction that i broke my minesweeper best time again(which i did not think possible). currently its at 130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy birthday again moca(yesterday). i think it felt like everyones birthday lol.  arent u glad u didnt follow ur plan to organize ur own birthday *_*. and uhh acknowledgement is due to wr(and jishun. and me. and uhh basically everyone. but primarily wr). damn moca u make me jealous, wr works his ass off just for u =(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115746586171778545?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115746586171778545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115746586171778545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115746586171778545'/><link rel='self' 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school went to lunch, came home, played dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. yesterday i dont believe anything happened at all. felt like it never existed. can be summed up in one word (its really an acronym, but how many people actually know that. and how many people actually know what it stands for, and how many of those can do it without making gramatical error, i wonder) and you all know what that word is. okay in case ur not so bright, its DotA. Defend of the Ancient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday. thursday felt so damn long. and wet. such perfect weather for staying home. or some:-Owhere where u dont have to get ur shoes soaked and toes wrinkled. lol okay so there was teachers day celebrations. three cheers for gws indefatigable ego. (duno if thats used correctly, but it seems to fit lol) but i seriously wonder how he does it oO. -ends criticism of gw prematurely-. what a strange character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well the rest of the teachers day celebrations were pretty good i suppose. (though i have to think really hard to recall what they were). the organizer(s) is quite pro. btw why are most of the new teachers gp tutors oO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its time for reminiscing and reflecting (r&amp;amp;r). well in minimal amounts anw. so anw went back ri after that. yea lol sure it was nice to see albar and stuff, but like all other go-back-to-places-where-u-were-seemingly-forever-ago things it never quite felt the same. just a tad awkward. sigh. i suppose after people go their ways theres nothing much to talk about anymore. lol i miss 4i. but some things are better left as memories. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Literature, gentlemen, is the only true humanity' (i forgot the rest so ill leave it as an impactful one-liner lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other interesting incidents of note include ycm holing herself up in her hod room, hiding behind the blinds, refusing to acknowledge knocks on her window. until of course some brave souls ventured into the room (through the door). and err joylim holing herself up in the staff room. i have no idea why. according to her its cos we're all dressed in pe so 'very stinky' but who believes that lol. and huang yuting remembers me, her most dilligent physics rep. (though i forgot i was physics rep until she reminded me). actually she remembers my contents page (i cant rly remember that, i may or may not have done one for the class..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats it for my last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, happy birthday moca. (my clock reads 1159 so i guess its still valid)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115720993468174137?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115720993468174137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115720993468174137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115720993468174137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115720993468174137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-everythings-meant-to-be-broken.html' title='when everythings meant to be broken'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115677115071822604</id><published>2006-08-28T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:19:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>right. anyway. remember how ur parents always tell u, drink lots of water when ur sick. well if u feel like puking, dont. lol. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115677115071822604?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115677115071822604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115677115071822604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115677115071822604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115677115071822604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115676795031038052</id><published>2006-08-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:25:50.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you think your day was shitty</title><content type='html'>hmm. things tend to repeat themselves. firstly. i have an mc. again. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw after econs i  was inexplicably struck with headache + stomachache. this rendered my productivity for the afternoon more or less gone. so i spent the whole day waiting for 7 oclock for the doctor to open, moaning and groaning and pretending to be pathetic. (but seriously its not very pleasant). then i ate dinner, and miraculously(disappointingly) wad was left of my fever was about as much dinner i ate.(something not quite right about that sentence). lol went doctor anw, since my  lack of productivity would kill me tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'gastric flu, and u still have a mild fever, but should be better by 10 or 11 tonight. do you need an mc?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this i stop to ponder. 'uhh okay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'okay lah i dont think ur the type to skip lessons, but just in case' . lol looking guai has its advantages, no? or maybe thats a tactic they employ. questioning my integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously i really am guai. now im in a moral dilemma. to pon or not to pon (assuming i am better tmr of course [always good to have an escape route, in case teachers really read blogs]). . go to school tomorrow, chiong lit assignment+ chem tutorial in 2 hrs with a stomachache, or stay at home and bore myself playing dota. hmmm. what a difficult decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115676795031038052?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115676795031038052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115676795031038052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115676795031038052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115676795031038052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/did-you-think-your-day-was-shitty.html' title='Did you think your day was shitty'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115666999203085391</id><published>2006-08-27T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T17:19:07.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna see ur facial expression change?</title><content type='html'>Relative to my sister, i eat fast. which becomes a problem when we eat out, cos i get bored. which leads my thoughts to roam realms unimaginable. anw heres the latest instalment of things that arent even funny. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once upon a time, in the plains of faraway England, there lived a young horse. as this young steed (who was rather vain) gazed at his reflection in the water bucket one day, he found himself most dissatisfied with his snout. 'its short and stubby! how am i supposed to find a girlfriend like this (mares generally find long snouts attractive)' so being most unhappy about it, he went about looking for ways to extend his snout. he tried all sorts of things. first he offered to plough the land, walking backwards. then he asked his fellow horses to clamp his face between their rumps, and he pulled backwards with all his might. he even asked his friend the wolf to bite (gently) and pull. however all that didnt work, even after a few months hard work. so he was upset, and slipped into depression. permanently. and thats the end. (what a sad story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. the morale of the story is&lt;br /&gt;Why pull a long face?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115666999203085391?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115666999203085391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115666999203085391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115666999203085391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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playlist. since its on virtually all the time, theres gonna be less of westlife and other half-angsty songs ingrained into my subconsciousness, and more of disney-ish stuff. great i can be a happy goober now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes the glorious/not-so-glorious days of childhood. i wonder how much of us should be living in it. lol okay actually i can remember only bits of pieces from the disney videos time. but still. its like the african forest in HoD (quite unlike the lion king version =p). silent and imposing and always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. today was nice i guess. econs tutorial was stupid to a small extent, but its still stupid lol. and vadi, phang and leonard how combined make good comedy. unintentionally, on phangs part. lol. went sks bookshop to look for bs material. lol they seem to have everything except something we can decide on &gt;&lt;. but its a happy place ^^. lol seriously theres a..nice atmosphere there, for lack of a better word to describe it. and now im stoning =p. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following xrs good example, i have decided that after this weekend i shall stop playing dota till promos. at least i shall stop playing pubs without friends. then i can sort of start mugging. &gt;&lt;. and if i dont keep my word may i be bitten by 10 mosquitoes oO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115660289911707185?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115660289911707185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115660289911707185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115660289911707185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115660289911707185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/tale-as-old-as-time.html' title='Tale as old as time'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115643610354818109</id><published>2006-08-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:15:09.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres some sick pleasure in melancholy</title><content type='html'>which was probably wad i was feeling most of today yar. today reminded me(again) of how doing nothing is more draining than doing something.  how strange, i was stoning for &gt;an hr in the canteen, falling asleep during chem lecture(sort of) but then evening came and things were suddenly brighter. and for the past few hrs ive been bloody hyper. maybe its PW. but what ive been doing since 9 is walking around the room(in circles) for about 5 mins, coming back to the comp, playing minesweeper (132 lol!), flipping through the mass/mess of notes on the table, maybe typing a sentence or two (if im feeling up to it), then rinse and repeat. which explains why i took 3 hrs to type 400 words. anw pw has to be done in the middle of the night, or it wont feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. from doing eom i can conclude that pw is really not about creativity, or teamwork, or any of that bullshit. seriously it actually hampers creativity. all it is is forcing students to do some weird subject with no basis, and then fulfill some weird shit requirements that was crapped up by some weirdos in moe (and dont even make sense). and they make u follow all the stupid guidelines. dont state this, no marks, dont link that, no marks, dont explain to the guy like hes some pri sch kid oso no marks. they just..create their own marking criteria. and it doesnt even make sense lol. as jai singh likes to say, ' we go by their rules and play their game lah okay'. err or something like that. the point is its yet another pathetic attempt at 'revamping' the education system, but perhaps the worst one yet(and ever). lol heres an analogy. its like doing botox injections. u see botox, u just inject, in the end the woman has a swollen face. lol okay neil humphreys says blogs are spaces for free expression, but instead of flaming the pap why not bitch about eom and moe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol oh right now i remember why i was feeling crappy most of the day. twas vadi announcing the start of stress season. =(. haha okay i don wanna think about it, write about it or do anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115643610354818109?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115625739288888012</id><published>2006-08-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:36:33.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random complaints.</title><content type='html'>i think monday should be made sleep-on-tuesday-cos-of-pw day.&lt;br /&gt;i think pw sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i think ms word's footnotes feature is kinda gay.&lt;br /&gt;i think the weather sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i think sleeping late is stoning me hence the lack of..anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;i think the days/weeks/months ahead will be busy, on that ill bet a few bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;is the record for shortest post  ever, reading it must be bliss.&lt;br /&gt;wad kinda lousy rhyme is this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115625739288888012?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115625739288888012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115625739288888012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115625739288888012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115625739288888012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-complaints.html' title='Random complaints.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115606997040257990</id><published>2006-08-20T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:13:24.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol rather than coming up with more words that mean 'nothing' i will just leave the title. anw. im jus gonna complain so dont mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays sermon was on Speech, which encompasses swearing, lying and slander. right. i dont lie(haha irony) and i dont slander, not that viciously at least, which leaves me with swearing. yea i think im failing that really badly. now how am i gonna stop saying the f word when it goes off in my head no less than 5 times everyday in my head, clearly enunciated for maximum effect, and at least three times aloud, although not necessarily to people. according to the sermon one of the reasons why people swear is when crap happens to them, like when they walk into a lamp post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, u may or may not know that my faithful file xcalibre has become a cadaver.(ignore that) so i adjourned to the rj bookshop on friday to buy a new one. let me compare the two. new file cost 2.70, i dont know how much xcalibre cost, but its probably less. new file doesnt have enough space for notes(i can only transfer 3/4 of my notes, or 2 weeks worth of notes -.-), xcalibre was biig. and most importantly, xcalibre is more than 365 times more durable than the new file. thats not exxagerating, 'more than' is the most important part of the sentence. okay look i dont rmbr when i started using xcalibre, but to be safe ill say sec3. so it lasted me more than 2 yrs or 2*365 days, before the flap thing at the bottom came out. i mean the plastic might have been chipped away but it still functioned properly. right, anw the new file lasted me a whopping 2 days (i think it was meant for girls). seems like us poor things arent the only things the notes put pressure on. anw it broke as i was looking for my maths assignment, and i couldnt help but go f*** it. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it gets better. another reason for swearing is to express anger, which is a bad thing. after much flipping through my broken file for the maths assignment i realized it wasnt there! now im on a rather tight schedule. the assignments due tmr, theres a maths test on tuesday, and pw 2nd draft due on tuesday. so yay. knowing myself the assigment would have been the only thing i wouldve done over the entire weekend. so looks like its gonna be another unproductive weekend, hectic monday, and maybe a failed maths test. haha okay i dont rly mind unproductive weekends. and if i manage to do all that i can marvel at my own ownage. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anw after discovering the assignment was missing i involuntarily went on cussing for the next half hr. damn =(. although the post is filled with sidetracks, the main point is, basically, i demonstrated how little of the sermon i absorbed lol. oh well. still got a long way to go. meanwhile its 10pm and i still havent done shit(oops)(faeces).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115606997040257990?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115606997040257990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115606997040257990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115606997040257990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115606997040257990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/lol-rather-than-coming-up-with-more.html' title=''/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115596965036238088</id><published>2006-08-19T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T14:40:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally?</title><content type='html'>i have quite alot of thoughts right now that im trying to find a way to phrase, but am unable to find smart-alecky/poetic sounding sentences for them, partly due to the westlife song thats currently playing, so i wont. i think ill just keep them for myself. its better that way. and perhaps find a way to make them go away. and maybe they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead i will say. Happy Birthday =P. to Joel (17th) (who doesnt know i have a blog and hence wont be reading this but nvm), thom (18th)(sorry i couldnt give u the chance to own my ass in dota) and Phang(fang)(today). or, as js would say,(where is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;junta &lt;/span&gt;i miss him so much)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;okay phang u have the honour of me spending abit more time on u, since ur birthday is today. firstly im so very sorry u had to fall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;, and just the day before your birthday (poor thing lol)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;what a pity. Get Well Soon! Secondly i hope for the sake of the ppl singing ur birthday song u dont sing along =P. okay im sorry i shdnt be flaming u on ur birthday. i was joking. (about the singing, not about the flaming) lol wow i know ppl whose birthdays fall on 3 consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw this post isnt long enough! so heres something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'See the TURTLE of enormous girth!  &lt;p class="inside-copy"&gt;On his shell he holds the earth, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="inside-copy"&gt;His thought is slow but always kind; &lt;/p&gt; He holds us all within his mind'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-just one of the things that half-stuck after reading The Dark Tower. (half because i only remembered about half of it and had to search for the other). along with other random crap phrases like 'thankee-sai'. lol on the topic of reading, h3 lit hasnt (offcially) started and somehow i already know im gonna get owned by constance and prakash is gonna screw me. and i have to start reading again, but doesnt look like im gonna get the chance till november. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115596965036238088?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115596965036238088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115596965036238088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115596965036238088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115596965036238088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally.html' title='Finally?'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115564963143243234</id><published>2006-08-15T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:47:21.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagents and conditions</title><content type='html'>I need lessons on intros. anw. today was.......weird. btw weird is, in my opinion, the best adjective in the english language. okay maybe not the best, but it certainly covers the widest scope. basically anything that one is unable to define with any of the other words in the dictionary, regardless of the persons english competency and scope of vocabulary, can be placed under the category of 'weird'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case. today was.....weird. look, here are the conditions. with regard to me, anw. first condition: sick. basically my throat itches and my nasal cavity has been plugged. i do not know if this is the result of me catching some bug (derrick displays similar symptoms) or my diet over the weekend, consisting of much fries, coke and chilli. wdv how i got it doesnt matter, im still sick. condition#2. i should be sleepy. somehow i was high instead. condition number 3. uhh the weather was pmsing. in fact the forces of nature randomly decided they should knock down one of the lockers next to the maths classroom. just another reason why our yet-to-be-assigned lockers should not be situated on the 7th floor. in addition, its dot good foh by dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowledge of these conditions will aid u in understanding why my day was weird. simply import them into School (and school related stuff). by definition my day began at 12am, when i was halfway through PW. and sick. whats so weird about that, u ask. well. i was working. (ok so our wr sucks and is only 5 pages long, but at least its there) besides, i slept at around 1, explaining why i should have been sleepy. 1 might be considered early for all the freaks constituting about 1/3 of the school population who only sleep at 3-4, but for me? i am a strong believer in the concept of 8 hrs of sleep being optimum health, and feel that it is my duty to give my tired body sufficient rest. yeah and whoever came up with the theory that sleeping late makes u high is absolutely correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok school today. ill make it brief, and attempt to cover a wider scope. firstly. i feel sad for the 3 ppl not from 7a who signed up for vadis elective. and then Doctor(lol) wong announced she would not be lecturing us anymore. leaving us with ms winnie the pooh, ms jumpy, mr throw-soft-toys-into-the-crowd, ms 'am i going too fast' and mrs you-know-who(yes, voldemort)(short term, anw). and then i shall pretend my lack of soccer skills is caused by sickness. and then maths is boring. and then lit was disturbing. mostly i was disturbed by my not really being disturbed by the bjork videos, when other people were having violent(no double meaning here, seriously) reactions. i think i watch too much hbo. and i think from now on i shall play 'spot the subtle insult from  you-know-who(dont say it!)'. todays was directed at gk. "are you using your brains before you speak?!(cos obviously u insult what [little]expertise i have at chemistry, and teaching by asking ur questions, which causes me the trouble of saying they are irrelevant or sidestepping it, pretending i know the answer)" and the bus ride home was spent amusing puva, which is obviously weird since its something i dont do(anymore, not since the initial 'omglookitsjc!' highness faded into 'wthjciscrappy'[i am expressing general sentiment here, i think.])&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115564963143243234?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115564963143243234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115564963143243234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115564963143243234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115564963143243234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/reagents-and-conditions.html' title='Reagents and conditions'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115539324923387851</id><published>2006-08-12T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:34:09.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive forgotten what</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoons feel like. Crap, in other words. wt (or someone) once said that statistics state that 3-5 pm is the time when most people commit suicide. theres something depressing about that time. its too late for the sun, too early for the sunset. on saturdays at least. it would seem that while on weekdays/sundays theres a chance the sun would still shine in the afternoon, but on saturdays its usually...bleak. besides, saturdays are the worst since theres a higher chance theres nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as saturdays go, this one was pretty weird. had quite a shitty night, with about 3 seperate weird dreams, most of which i cant remember. woke up thrice, got out of bed at 930(which is freaking late by my standards). plus my foot cramped. again. lol. watched pokemon ^^. lol theyre getting rly drama. as if ash being emo and doing that carrying a smiling pikachu while tears of joy fill his eyes with background turning hues of pink thing wasnt enough, they decide to make max emo as well. lol like today they played a song that isnt the theme song(which is rare) and max stands face to face with the ralts he cant bear to let go and tears fill his eyes and then he does that looks down to hide tears and hair comes down to hide his eyes then raises head as he resolves to be srtong thing, complete with a breeze that suddenly comes out of nowhere carrying lots of leaves. i dont know if i should cry, cringe, cough, cackle (yes wrong usage i know) or attempt all of the above at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw with no bible study/other stuff to do today i found myself reliving the old saturday afternoon feeling. logically with so much homework i should have tried to do some of it, but i was feeling crappy so i went to play dota to make myself feel crappier. (lol i was on the comp from 1130-530). logically with so much homework i should be trying to do some of it, instead of typing crap, but i look at the lit essay qn and decide its too hard. how on earth do i describe a relationship. i think ill do it tomorrow, together with the rest of the damn work. gl hf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115539324923387851?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115539324923387851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115539324923387851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115539324923387851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115539324923387851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-forgotten-what.html' title='Ive forgotten what'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115530770134862370</id><published>2006-08-11T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:48:21.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate (p double) u</title><content type='html'>No i have not been struck by angst. however a not-so-interesting train of thought struck me as i was walking home. after mulling over it for awhile, i have come to the conclusion that the letter w can in fact be expressed not only as 'double-u', but also as 'quadruple-u'. this is in the singaporean context, because i am unable to make assumptions about other countries. now i shall proceed to explain the highly complicated process from which the conclusion that the letter w can be expressed as 'double-u' and 'quadruple-u' was obtained. okay the sound you make when saying the letter w out loud can be imitated by the sound you make when saying 'double-u'. in case you didnt already know. however, the way singaporeans say it at least, 'w' can also be pronounced... 'doublew'. try saying it, and you actually get a more accurate pronounciation of the letter w, as singaporeans say it! however, add a hyphen to 'doublew' and you get 'double-w'! how weird is that, 1 W is actually 2 Ws. thats like saying 1+1=1. *shock*. anyway. since one 'w' can be expressed as 'double u' and 'w' can be expressed as 'double-w', 'w' can be expressed as 'double-double-u' which makes 'quadruple u'. lol, the things that occur to me on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. time to digress from digression. i hate pw. actually i hate work. ive said it about 10 times today im gonna say it again. do you know how much work we have this weekend??? firstly theres PW. haha okay we have 1500 words, 1000 from jieliang 500 from me and longkuan combined. so, all we need is another 1500, in 3 days. i must say JS was very very kind to give everyone an extension of uhhh. 1 day! so deadline is now tuesday morning, extended from monday morning! however, minus away sleeping time (8 hrs is required for growing chillun), then minus away time spent in sch and travelling (6-4 is 8 hrs) we are left with 24-16= 8 hrs. however time is also needed to bathe eat rest and do other miscellaneous activities. assuming the worst, there are 4 hrs left for pw. so thanks for the 4 hr extension! lol ok fine so its better than nothing. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from pw, theres also the crappy lit essay, from act 5 scene 2 of othello, which we obviously have a good grasp of, and econs case study test to study for, and econs case study to do in the tutorial Hes sadistic. (and im not gonna spell out vpvss because he might chance upon my blog while looking his name up on google). umm and theres maths tutorial. and/or chem tutorial. or something. lol. In conclusion. the weekend is going to be most enjoyable. btw i nv do work on weekend mornings, and my saturday afternoon and sunday morning are both taken. hmm. maybe i shoud revert back to the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol side-topic #2. i used to think i was optimistic. lol. maybe i was actually optimistic, i cant really remember. and i still am, in a way. see by assuming the worst, one can actually look forward to an outcome that is better than expected. lol so i dont suppose the homework is that bad.. or is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115530770134862370?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115530770134862370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115530770134862370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115530770134862370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115530770134862370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-p-double-u.html' title='I hate (p double) u'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115513974168720943</id><published>2006-08-09T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:13:55.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day</title><content type='html'>its about time i update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. yay. happy national day (holiday). something which rj is working very hard to prevent. haha ok. anw. while my cousins and brother were at nsrcc playing basketball, bowling, pool, rollerblading, cycling and other sporty stuff, which obviously rank among my favourite activities, right next to dota, slacking, stoning, reading, watching tv, etc etc, i was stuck at home, doing pw. i dont know why everyone wants to come to my house for pw meeting, not taking into account my refusal to bring my laptop to tiong bahru macs, but yea. wdv. from all corners of singapore they came to eunos. i must say it was relatively productive(relative to what i dont know). i think its cos the work was relatively mindless. oh well not much shit done for wr draft, but at least we got survey results and interview transcript! and in the case of transcript the work was relatively headache-inducing. joelim might ride a bike and only use a fork when he bought food from stall 6 to cut down on plastic wastage, but hes english is sucking. and hes damn long winded (though g(wee) might beat him). and im serious about the headaches. both lk and jl were struck with them. i almost did, but i think i am relatively immune to headaches. apart from that it was kinda fun i suppose. any spamming that took place either on msn(or on tagboards) was all in good fun (or was it?) lol. oh yes and i discovered (or rediscovered, i might have heard it somewhere before) that banging mouses on tables screws them up. damn, so thats why my mouse is so damn crappy now. if for every death i get in dota( or every stupid mistake i make playing minesweeper) results in 1 bang, lol you can imagine the state of my mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the topic of relatives, went to nsrcc after pw, to join my relatives, and my relatives relatives (on the other side) for bbq =/. only the most fun way to eat. but oh well, as long as im not the one doing the bbqing ^^. and watch ndp on a screwed up tv. and drink alcoholic beverages. not enough to get drunk. yay and that was a happy national day. or at least it wasnt sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and g(wee) jus sent..3 emails? containing material for animal rights. and asks us to stay sane. im trying not to think long term, cos thats gonna gimme a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115513974168720943?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115513974168720943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115513974168720943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115513974168720943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115513974168720943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-national-day.html' title='Happy National Day'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115487429404200265</id><published>2006-08-06T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:24:54.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So thats what a waste of time is.</title><content type='html'>Weird weekend. saturday out from 11-7, sunday 1030-8. wow record.  anw saturday scholarship day, boring(been there, been there and going to do it again), wdv, bible study, blah blah blah, overall midly strange. Sunday. right. supposed to go grandmas hse today, for 7th month, too much food or something. hmm original plan was to go back from church (about 10 mins away from grandmas hse), wait for dad to come back from kl then go grandmas hse for dinner. however after church i think my aunt called my mom to inform her our cousins were there (background info, they are aged 6, 12, 14) causing my sister to want to go early( at 1 something). so im like, okay its not so bad, lets eat lunch and go home. but uhh well apparently my dad had to go there too, my grandmas my dads ma after all. so yea. had to stay till dinner. ohjoy. duno why my sister wants to go there either, she goes there, she creates conflict, cos apparently she manages to convince my cousin, the 6 yr old boy, who happens to like whacking people, and my other cousin, 6 yrs old, girl, that my other cousin, whos 4..or 5, and the sister of the 6 yr old girl, is irritating. and apparently she heads the campaign to ostracize her and lock her out of rooms. yea my sisters like that. vaguely reminds me of me. long ago. ok dont listen to my ranting lol. the point is, what a bloody waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case while my sisters busy making my cousin feel sad i find nothing to do. yea sure me n my brother are closer to my 12 n 14 yr old cousins than to any other cousins, but thats more of my bro than me. and we've gone for numerous holidays together, but we stopped having stuff to talk about since we stopped playing d2/pokemon. so i have to content myself with reading merchant of venice. my cousin brought it for revision lol. and i was bored enough to finish. and just before i did my dad and bro came over, in a cab apparently and they brought my library book. yay. the dark tower, stephen king. and after like 4 hrs of reading im down to the last 150/1050 pages. its the last book in a series of 7. ive read 13456. been doing it since like last november. lol admittedly its not very good, and stephen king is obsessed with himself, (to the point where he has to make himself a character in his own story, and engage in self-flaming about how hes too lazy to write the dark tower series, thereby affecting the book's world, and the characters go after him) but book 7 owns the rest lol. anw. soon ill be able to finish, and return the book, which i admit i have severely damaged( it was new wth, now its folded), with a 2 dollar fine lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i duno if its reading stephen king or sth (the content can get kinda strange) but ive been damn weird of late. for one ive been having freaky dreams. which u do not want to hear of. for two i find myself getting random bursts of anger/dissent (well the dissentiments(is there such a word lol) always been there, but usually nothing would come out of it) that result in random half-violent actions. haha ok. tantrums, if you should call it that. without the screaming. and im being very petty. my capacity for forgiveness still has a long way to go. fine so its always been the case, more or less (less), but i never did see myself as..petty. ah well. things will sort themselves out, i think. oh right and im getting damn drama. lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115487429404200265?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115487429404200265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115487429404200265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115487429404200265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115487429404200265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-thats-what-waste-of-time-is.html' title='So thats what a waste of time is.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115461320754033537</id><published>2006-08-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:53:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insert synonym for 'nothing'</title><content type='html'>despite having econs essay test to mug for, i am bored. and the test basically means i cant play dota with a clear conscience. so i blog. anw its been awhile since i last did. relative to the time period between the other posts that is. on the topic of dota 6.35 is out. for those who play, for a full changelog go to dota-allstars.com. for a full changelog, complete with commentary, go to my source, shadowbamf.blogspot.com. (free publicity for u moca).  in my opinion, i was perfectly alright with 6.34. another version, more new stuff = more bugs to fix = more complaints= more new versions= more new stuff. =/. guess people would stop playing if there was no more new stuff huh. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeks been kinda...testy? yar testy. chem spa gp essay econs essay test(tmr). i can almost remember the days in ri when we had 3 tests a week for most weeks. almost. wdv chem spa was screwed up. so was gp, i think. i was writing about hypothetical situations, the topic being biotechnology/science fiction. the only practical application that can be found in my essay would be the thing about seedless grapes. i love seedless grapes. seriously. but today was king. or rather the lit department is king. im sure they make us waste our time just so we can listen to booth ranting on about the significance of a movie we were never going to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and then since i have nothing better to blog about i will blog about my usage of the four letter expletive known as the f-word. i actually wanted to do it on tuesday, when it was fresher in my mind. yes when i have nothing to do(almost always?) i think about what im gonna blog about. so anw on tuesday my thoughts on what i was going to write on the f word were fresher, and so was the word itself. see tuesday was chem spa. right. so i dropped my f***ing glass rod into the f***ing flask, which incited me to go 'f*** the glass rod' under my breath while i was redoing the solution. it soothes the nerves, they say. more notably i went f*** in mocas car. with his dad in it. see despite moca using the f word about 10 times more often than me, but he has better control of his...f-word-reflexes. so maybe his parents think hes a good kid(maybe only. maybe) . mine on the other hand go into overdrive around moca. anw. i should stop swearing i guess. i should stop swearing so much i guess**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh not long enough. monday i heard the flying dutchman and glenn ong flame bloggers on radio. oh well the stomp bloggers anw. for the uninformed they are some screwed up people/celebrities commenting on current affairs, which will be dictated by the straits times, on their blog! and in return ST decides to paste their faces(and posts) all over the papers. so anw they were saying, all this blogging (in general) is all rather..self-indulgent. and then i start to feel guilty. hmm. so i ask myself, am i really obssessed with myself? a lot of unecessary thinking follows before the answer is found to be an obvious yes. obviously my blog is self-indulgent. if you try to count the number of 'I's Mes and Mines on the page...oh well dont try. right down to my expressing of my opinion which in my opinion is always right. but hey, who am i supposed to indulge on my blog if not myself. besides if i didnt do it here i would be doing it alot more than i already am in school. you wouldnt want that would u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115461320754033537?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115461320754033537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115461320754033537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115461320754033537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115461320754033537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/insert-synonym-for-nothing.html' title='insert synonym for &apos;nothing&apos;'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115452563154496734</id><published>2006-08-02T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:33:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green black and..white</title><content type='html'>lol yay i changed my template. well sort of. i looked at my file and considered how much shit i would have to sift through to find the hw, and decided to tamper with my blog source code, using the remnants of html knowledge from sec1. basically i remembered that if u changed the number at the place where it says  colour:    #something  u change the colour! lol wdv. anw i tinkered with it abit and came up with this. yay. now phang can no longer say i copy his blog. anw its green black and white. school spirit ftw. some1 teach me how to change sidebar colour pls lol. oh and check out the cool pinkish-red u get when u mouseover the links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115452563154496734?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115452563154496734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115452563154496734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115452563154496734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115452563154496734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/08/green-black-andwhite.html' title='Green black and..white'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115409511789428636</id><published>2006-07-28T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:06:47.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All over the place</title><content type='html'>Still water runs deep, or so they say. but the government says, still water indirectly gives u dengue fever.  so pls remember to empty ur pots, unclog ur gutters, and use ur toilet bowl at least occasionally. lol okay the above passage is. tangential. to my topic sentence for this paragraph. which is. this place is stagnating. after awhile blogging about 'what happened today' gives too little satisfaction. and theres nothing 'big' to blog about. cause lifes basically the same, which is to say, boring. im not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. since 'what happened today' has not enough content, today being friday, a generally uninteresting day, i shall do something on 'what i learnt this week'. unfortunately my memory has holes in it, and i will not be able to recount everything. anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) About Haggis.&lt;br /&gt;which is a sheeps stomach stuffed with its internal organs after they have been ground. a scottish delicacy of sorts. apart from looking extremely appetizing, when read out loud it sounds mildly comical. Also they sell stuffed(as in stuffed toys) Haggis(s) in England, which lim min bought and brought to class for a grand total of 3 days. its really just a white furball with stick-on eyes and nose. but theres something irresistably cute about a stuffed toy modelled after. er. Haggis. in any case, that thing seems to have to have the uncanny ability to reduce depression rate of anyone it comes into contact with. for awhile at least. erm especially longkuan lol. the exception of course would be lim min. personally i have apologetic sentiments towards the haggis for all the times i dropped it on the floor =(.the poor thing, suffered worse abuses than that though.  oh well at least it only costs 3 bucks, excluding airfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lit week is a pointless waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;do we look like we need to devote effort to proving to the rest of the school how much we love literature. lit week has wasted about 4 hours of my time this week. 1 hour was wasted doing research on haikus, which phang reminded me was to be done. however i later found out someone else had already sent in my part rendering it useless. 3 hrs was spent 'helping' with the writers haiku board. seriously all i did was cut out the 'i' and compose a haiku oO. which was kinda shitty but wdv. relative to shaoshengs 'oh my god please die' one it was...fair. then there was abit more spent trying to find out what a haggis really looks like, the stuffed one being an unreliable reflection of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) hmm. i have much trouble thinking of what else ive learnt. okay. oa, despite her superior-to-you-idiots attitude, is actually susceptible to sloth.&lt;br /&gt;proof of this is the way her lecture slides were..white. only the second lecturer to have white background. the other one had winnie the pooh oO. oa had..nothing really. unless of course she wasnt the one who came up with the slides. which would make it worse. in addition she seems to underestimate our spelling abilities by reminding us how 2, 4-dinitrophenylhydrazine was the source of common spelling error. (i did not refer to notes in spelling that btw. so there may be some problems with the hyphens, or the name. but im quite sure i spelt it right). ew okay im going completely off topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I learnt how to fold, from a rectangular sheet of paper, what ends up as two hearts. oO.&lt;br /&gt;random stuff left behind by random people in random classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I learnt that phang, in addition to his talent in singing, is also a skilled artist, demonstrated through his spiderman and wolverine drawings. in fact it was so good only those who could truly appreciate abstract art could tell what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) That dota is still a pretty good way of wasting time without feeling shitty.&lt;br /&gt;some call it a painkiller. or rather, moca calls it a painkiller. perhaps lol. however it would appear that after that the shittiness comes back, and its...shitty. flush your toilet bowls after use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If your bored, read the obituaries.&lt;br /&gt;theres always the occasional interesting story of someones life, abstractly captured in a black-and-white picture, and the long lines of descendents and their marriage partners. lol wdv. anw theres a pretty interesting one in todays paper. read if ur bored, or searching for goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Number Eight was added in about 5 minutes after posting, when i happened to visit for the first time in a long time cheryls long-dead blog. only to find that it had been updated on wednesday. for what special purpose, you might ask. well apparently it was 2 lines of posting, the second of which was devoted to threatening to kill me. and number eight goes, dont mess with cheryl. too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats what ive learnt this week. the tangible stuff, anw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115409511789428636?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115409511789428636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115409511789428636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115409511789428636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115409511789428636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-over-place.html' title='All over the place'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115375211349112950</id><published>2006-07-24T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:41:53.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some weird new reality</title><content type='html'>People are damn depressed these days. seriously. or easily agitated, angered, irritated, and swearing alot more often. or feeling like committing suicide. or inexplicably and extraordinarily high, but thats just moca(er im not excluding myself). maybe the whole idea of jc life is just starting to kick in or something. looks like guys and girls were all better off in sec sch. lol most of those i know, anw. the teachers' big promos countdown isnt helping either =/. oh well hopefully it will pass. then again by the time it does it might be time to start mugging for As. how depressing is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my life is going nowhere( wow thats totally a moca thing to say). hm so it was never going anywhere cos its not supposed to right now, but ive been producing nothing. nothing! lol seriously i can sit at the comp at not do a single piece of work all night, or i can sit in my room and fall asleep with minimal work done. well i have to try improving the situation dont i. lol. hence i would like to announce to whoever it may be applicable to that i have deleted minesweeper from my comp! (sort of). seriously i think ive wasted over 20 hrs in 2 months playing it lol. which is probably a gross underestimation, but hey, i lose track of time when i play. Anw my time for expert is 192, if u beat it tell me and ill put it back on my comp lol.&lt;br /&gt;and then theres my dota. like &gt;.&lt;. havent had a positive score since i-duno-when. no mood to play or something maybe. yea anw. u get the point. im wasting my time playing minesweeper and lousy dota games when theres a whole lot of shit to do, including writers stuff pw stuff normal homework stuff and the teachers keep going on and on about promos. Outlook for the next year: cloudy, with showers over most areas, possibility of thunderstorms, and some sun, i hope. hmm maybe its the weather thats getting everyone so depressed. Reuse reduce and recycle, help stop global warming and slow the melting of the polar icecaps which willl eventually drown us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and i got tagged by weiren. oO. i was thinking of ignoring it(=)), cos its quite bo liao, but wdv. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 beverages I enjoy from time to time:&lt;br /&gt;1) ice lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;2) lime juice&lt;br /&gt;3) lemonade counts as 1 more right?&lt;br /&gt;4) uhh. (is tempted to say something stupid). water. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 fantastic destinations I would like to go to on vacation before I die (excluding those I've already been to):&lt;br /&gt;1) paris&lt;br /&gt;2) the rural english countryside lol&lt;br /&gt;3) venice?&lt;br /&gt;4) under the sea (wth?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 celebrities I would like to go on a big date with:&lt;br /&gt;1) Me &lt;br /&gt;2) Me&lt;br /&gt;3) Me&lt;br /&gt;4) Me&lt;br /&gt;(i dislike people making a big deal out of celebrities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 gadgets I do not have, which I would like to have:&lt;br /&gt;1) a decent mp3&lt;br /&gt;2) ps3 oO&lt;br /&gt;3) something else that ends with 3&lt;br /&gt;4) a comp that my warcraft works normally on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 people i'm tagging: Everyone who has the misfortune of reading this. and wants to do it. people might harbour grudges against me if i name names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115375211349112950?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115375211349112950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115375211349112950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115375211349112950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115375211349112950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-weird-new-reality.html' title='Some weird new reality'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115358139963931122</id><published>2006-07-22T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:18:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much ado about nothing</title><content type='html'>okay since phang thinks im going crazy i will revert back to the let-me-tell-you-about-my-life-or-lack-of-it posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first i have to officially proclaim that Her end is near. despite starting afresh with her some time ago it would seem that some things simply cannot be changed. having problems with her drive, it would seem. about 10 mins ago i tried to turn her on, and pushed the button, and she went off like some freaking car alarm. kinda noisy. then i tried again, and she wouldnt start. and again, but still nothing. shes on now, after much trying. still, the failure to start is seriously not a good sign. oh well. good thing i have backup ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your dumbstruck by the above passage pls refer to archives, somewhere around the first 20 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw major events of late include racial harmony day, wts birthday and wts birthday.  lol with regard to racial harmony i believe s07a decided to celebrate what the government likes to call the'indian and others' community. (i would like to stress that its the govt). hence we had..i dont really know how many indians there were, about half the girls i think, kinda alot, and it gets confusing if jai singhs gifts to the girls(and solomon) of stuff to stick on ur head were to be counted. as for the rest, there were 2 japs, 1 viet/count dracula and 1 pakistani/visitor from the underworld, depending on who wore wangtings nightgown. the rest of the guys were dressed as apathetic chinese boys, or overzealous govt supporters who thought they were supporting racial harmony (govt agenda) by dressing up as PAP. i was the apathetic chinese boy who felt that he should stop the apathy, wearing the racial harmony badge as a sign of his intention to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres wts birthday, yesterday. i will start off by asking, do plans ever work?? (rhetorical question). hmm nothing much to say about friday =/.went mos for lunch with wt chloe cheryl. lol where the woman at the counter was most amusing. apparently she thought my racial harmony badge was 'hen mei leh' translation: very pretty leh. 'whats it for ah?' 'eh if got extra can gimme anot hahaha(joking tone)'. 'wah very nice ah'. taking the hint, i decided that racial harmony was govt agenda anw, and gave it to her oO. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres wts birthday, today. i will ask again, do plans ever work?? (rhetorical question). haha okay so we didnt rly manage to do anything, and our plan failed, thanks to sindhu getting food poisoning (long story). the irony is that the original plan(call it plan A) would have gone through, if the rehearsal wasnt scheduled in the first place. then the rehearsal was suddenly scheduled, and plan B was devised. plan B wouldve worked (probably) if sindhu hadnt gotten food poisoning resulting in the rehearsal being called off. now if we couldve somehow predicted that sindhu would get food poisoning we couldve gone through with plan A, which was a better option than plan B. but thats life i guess =(. oh well it still turned out pretty well(even if the whole thing was most inefficient), if not in a way that was expected =P, thanks to a Mr. ConsPiriNg, who devised a new plan, plan S.  wont elaborate any more, lest wangting starts blaming me for making public his shame. all i can say is, pictures can be obtained from moca, of a01d. and happy birthday again wt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the people dont wanna buy the house anymore. how spastic are they. not enough money lah probably =P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115358139963931122?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115358139963931122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115358139963931122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115358139963931122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115358139963931122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/07/much-ado-about-nothing_22.html' title='Much ado about nothing'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115348106358481378</id><published>2006-07-21T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:30:16.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think.</title><content type='html'>(dont speed read this, cos i din speed type it either)&lt;br /&gt;stuff happens. and its nothing really. nothing about you. (or you have decisions to make. but there isnt much to it, really.) but then you have nothing to do, so your thoughts start wandering.  and nothing becomes something, about you, of course, which becomes something that shakes the very foundations of your existence. okay maybe not that serious. but you get my point. and then a whole lot of drama ensues, inside and out. which turns into angst, depression, etc, etc, you get my point. the origins of which can be traced back to...nothing. so whats all the drama about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, people shouldnt think so much. thats why they try to make themselves busy, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes stuff happens, and it is about you. its your fault. youre the cause. etc etc. but you dont really know for sure, do you? lol. the most common answer to inexplicable things/things you dont want answered is 'thats life'. thats life, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, and despite how it may seem, the post in all probability is not about you. mostly it arose because i was bored, and my thoughts were wandering, and they wandered to this topic, and i thought my thoughts for once made sense, so i had to capture them somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to add that 'you' here does not refer to anyone in particular. its merely a term used to refer to. whoevers reading this. and i am not being condescending or anything, its just what i think. feel free to contradict me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love contradicting myself. course, my argument is flawed, and filled with fallacies, and holes, and what-have-you(in other words its dinner for KI ppl). thats cos i thought it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't think of trying to interpret this, cos you're going to be wrong, and end up with a headache =). theres nothing behind it really. i think. wadthehellnowimconfusingmyself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow im turning angsty. lol dont worry, im still sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115348106358481378?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115348106358481378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115348106358481378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115348106358481378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115348106358481378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think.html' title='I think.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115340588936815199</id><published>2006-07-20T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T17:06:27.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the third floor i see a great many things</title><content type='html'>Such as the large white 7 seater parked opposite. i duno the make, cos its too dark. the fella didnt turn off his headlights though. i have no idea why he would want to leave them on, but wdv. ok after some questions i have ascertained that the white car in fact belongs to the property agent(s). yea theyre husband and wife, and the post has been edited in light of this new information. anw now the property agents and my parents are sitting downstairs discussing terms. yep, we're selling. Oo. weird stuff, they came only once before this, i think. oh yes, i remember them. the mother, who smiled at me as i walked home just yesterday to find them standing outside, with dark red hair (dyed of course). then the daughter, the plump (i refrain from being offensive) haig girls girl. (haig girls sch, btw is 50 m away), who squeezed herself to one side as i walked past, a little too deliberately, i think. and the property agent. she almost bowed and thanked me as they left yesterday. she doesnt have to take her friendly facade that far lol.(alliteration=)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha there's stuff to hate about everyone i suppose. Malice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well if i sound a tad bitter, its probably cos i am a tad bitter. lol alrite so when my parents ask if im okay with it, my stand is whatever i dont rly care. haha i actually dont, but im gonna miss some things about this house, which i shall elaborate on another day, lest i run out of things to blog about. oh well. looks like its time to move. again. for those of u who dont know ive moved 6 times my entire life, rental or otherwise. of those twice were to this house, i.e. i moved in, moved out then moved back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. i think real estate is somewhere in the last few of my future career choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive been feeling rather busy. ok not really ive been feeling like i should feel busy. august looks like its going to be a busybusy month. and there seem to be so many things to do, jus that i cant recall any =/. lol yea this post is kinda messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. although the time of post says 9 something,&lt;br /&gt;ACTUAL TIME OF COMPLETION: 12:06 am, 21st july 2006. this is due to my saving the draft to go err do other stuff and play dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, since it is well now 12:08 am, 21st july 2006, Happy Birthday Wangting!&lt;br /&gt;and why are u not staying up for your own birthday when so many other people are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115340588936815199?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115340588936815199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115340588936815199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115340588936815199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115340588936815199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/07/from-third-floor-i-see-great-many.html' title='From the third floor i see a great many things'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115322799790692941</id><published>2006-07-18T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:06:38.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the irritating things</title><content type='html'>constantly searching for a way to describe my day, if i may, i shall express today. in terms of well,  the title says it all.  i would do a happy one if i could bring myself to write about happy stuff. but i couldnt. so. the irritating things about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Blocked/runny nose&lt;br /&gt;consider the following situation. you have a blocked/runny nose. u have to constantly inhale sharply to keep the mucus from leaking out of your nose (i apologize for this, and any other VITs that may occur to you during the course of reading this post, even if theres no reason for them to). however, if u suck too hard ur left ear gets blocked. which becomes more irritating than your nose. so u have to pinch your nose and blow through it to unblock your ear. but that brings u back to square 1, cos the mucus would be back where it started. well thats basically the situation i was in for most of lit lesson and maths lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Mocas golden Ball&lt;br /&gt;Moca had a golden ball, he left it in the hall. no, thats not right. somehow he managed to leave one of his balls (well the one he brought to school) in an unspecified location somewhere in the canteen. having realized that he had left his ball behind only after he had gone for lesson he entrusted weiren with the task of entrusting me and wangting(wangting and i, but i dont care, im so self centered i have to put myself first) with the task of searching for his missing ball. of course i was not very happy with my lunch being interrupted. however i felt obligated to search for it, lest moca (and someone else, maybe) slaughter me for abandoning his golden spherical thing. anw after combing the canteen twice weiren msged me again and asked me to look under the tables. how his ball got under a table i have no idea. anw i found it next to where wangting was talking to his friend, apparently enquiring about the lost ball. how he could miss something so big i have no idea either. anw end of story. now im taking out my irritation by testing my rhyming prowess in writing about it. refer to first sentence. anything else is completely your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The maths lecturer's voice.&lt;br /&gt; it gets to me after awhile. oh and her talking to her laptop screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) KMnO4.&lt;br /&gt;What can i say. i actually like the nice purple colour when its extremely diluted. however when concentrated its the colour of a bruise (sort of, anw). and then when it splashes onto stuff it turns the colour of ointment =/. things that got stained include my calculator, my hand and lots of toilet paper. i dont know if its the incessant splashing of the KMnO4, or the fact that i had to redo the preperation of the standard solution cos 250 cubic centimeters of water/acid wasnt enough to dissolve 1 gram of KMnO4, but i got damn agitated during the titration. that feeling where you feel like pulling out ur hair, or whacking something, or slamming down ur conical flask and walking out of class. and you know you cant perform delicate operations, such as dropwise addition of titrant while OA is evaluating u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats just about everything irritating today. not that much really =/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115322799790692941?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115322799790692941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115322799790692941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115322799790692941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115322799790692941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-irritating-things.html' title='All the irritating things'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115306368185699843</id><published>2006-07-16T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:35:41.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing..</title><content type='html'>-Milo-&lt;br /&gt;   'Ice milo, 1 dollar.' the coffeshop auntie put the cup of milo on the table, sticking out a callused hand, face devoid of emotion. he hastily searched his wallet, gave her a 2 dollar note. she searched her pouch for change, almost slammed it on the table, and strode away, leaving him and his milo, not casting him a second glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was far too early on a sunday morning for there to be any sort of crowd, if there ever was one in this obscure coffeshop. still not fully awake, he stared at the cup of milo for awhile. the cup was the usual translucent variety used by coffeeshops islandwide. he bent over to drink it, such that he viewed the cup from the top. paused. the milo at the surface was far too light. held the cup up. of course, the milo powder had all settled at the bottom. set it back down on the table.&lt;br /&gt;   He bent over again, grasped the straw, paused. sat there admiring the faint brown colour of the milo. seemed to hesitate. then stirred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The surface was suddenly turbulent as the once-calm surface roared to life. a whirlpool of sorts was formed, sucking everything in a circular motion. ice cubes crashed against each other noisily. and he watched, transfixed, as the milo powder at the base was stirred up, and the surface turned a darker shade of brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Did he really need to do that? he thought he wouldn't like it if he didn't stir. perhaps he was right. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-explanation-&lt;br /&gt;If u thought that to be the colour of milo (i.e. shitty), say 'aye'. anw. ok. it seems im going to have to write my first creative prose piece for writers inc anthology &gt;&lt;. (i hate doing poetry). however, my skill at this genre has been..untested. honestly i havent done any since pri school? so i figured i would have to start somewhere..=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115306368185699843?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115306368185699843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115306368185699843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115306368185699843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115306368185699843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/07/testing.html' title='Testing..'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115288363843761136</id><published>2006-07-14T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:27:18.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the shitty things</title><content type='html'>haha okay. my last post was met with awkward silence that i swear i could feel hanging over the site. so i shall do something less different. dont take the last one too seriously btw. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this week seemed unusually long. but i will list all the shitty things thatve been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime early this week/late last week: Warcraft started hanging comp when i went on bnet, took about 40 mins before i could get a game where i wouldnt hang, and then spend 1 hr playing the game, usually getting fatal error or the game going to pieces thanks to leavers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: got back maths paper. 50% was rather bad. alot of people were doing Bs =(. seriously i got 50% for chem...lol okay so i guess with the amount of mugging i did for maths i deserved to 50%..but its still shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: yea well ive said it all, longest day ever, 8-5 with 1 hr of break in between, + PE and chem prac. tiring. plus the weather sucked all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: See above. good thing no chem prac. weather sucked all morning. spent the afternoon stoning, and the night trying to do GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: turns out Gabriel wee din come, eliminating the need to do gp and resulting in wasted effort. third consecutive day of PE. i remember being bloody tired/zoned out/stoned. din help that there was writers after that, till 6+. din help that maths assignment was due on friday(today). furthermore my reformatted-30-days-ago comp required activation. din help that the activation key wasnt working. so i used my dads old laptop, which is newer than my comp, but lacking in many areas, such as a proper mouse, proper speakers and a keyboard that doesnt cause me to typo so much(im having a rather hard time typing this). more importantly, no warcraft. unable to adapt to new conditions i decided to try doing the maths assignment in my room, where my bed is =(. slept at 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: woke up at 4. did some of maths assignment. lessons were more or less shitty. had to chiong maths assignment. longkuan and phang got extensions, but heeding wangtings advice i handed in half completed like a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my throat was mildly shitty on thursday and today, but i cant whine about that, cos the councillors have it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes. and that was more or less all the shitty things that happened to me over the week, resulting in my being depressed most of the time. course there were good things, but happy stories have lost their appeal. the weekend looks like it will be spent doing bloody gp homework. yes i know its good for me but cant i complain anw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115288363843761136?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115288363843761136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115288363843761136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115288363843761136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115288363843761136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-shitty-things.html' title='All the shitty things'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115271101062076553</id><published>2006-07-12T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:54:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow how superficial is this post.</title><content type='html'>I should be attempting to do some of the absurd amounts of homework given, but nahh.  well todays post is about superficiality, having had a discussion with someone about it earlier in the day. actually there were only a few lines about the subject matter but hey, my brain turned it into an essay. so. what is superficiality?? zz im almost too lazy to think about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;su·per·fi·cial&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fsuperficiality"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/AHD4/JPG/pron.jpg" alt="Audio pronunciation of &amp;quot;superficiality&amp;quot;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-style: solid; border-width: 1px; color: red; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:7;"  &gt; P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;adj.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of, affecting, or being on or near the surface: &lt;cite&gt;a superficial wound.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Concerned with or comprehending only what is apparent or obvious; shallow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Apparent rather than actual or substantial: &lt;cite&gt;a superficial resemblance.&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trivial; insignificant: &lt;cite&gt;made only a few superficial changes in the manuscript&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;wow dictionary.com my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;anw the only definition of significance is the 2nd one. theres some thoughts swimming in my head about it. so i will just attempt to make some sense out of them. im not saying im correct or anything btw. just trying to sort some stuff out.  give ur opinions, if you find them valid in enlightening me, and the other people who read this blog (not alot, but do it anw &gt;&lt;)  In the first place is there such a thing as a superficial person? taking the dictionary meaning and applying it to relevant context, a superficial person would have a shallowness to him(i will not /her not because i am sexist but because i am lazy) so the only thing to him would be..general appearance, mannerisms, preferences, etc. and his thoughts would all be about what hes gonna wear, what hes gonna say, etc. so basically his life would have no depth. but is there such a person? it is a fact that everyone has more or less been through quite abit of life. surely people would have gained something, some depth from it. is it possible that they could emerge from their pasts as shallow people? it is also generally accepted that people(try to) reveal only as much of themselves as they want to, be it their past or their thoughts. so some people who look like they are nothing more than walking talking pieces of flesh, may actually have some level of depth.(i say some because i do not know enough people well enough to qualify this statement).  How is depth defined, anyway? does being able to philosophize about the world, or write poetic sounding lines, or being able to look like you know alot more than you let on constitute depth? or is the volume formula applicable, surface area* depth = volume, where everyones volume is the same? pfft. i honestly have no idea. if that were the case then would superficiality and sincerity be related, where how superficial you are depends on how much of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;you present to others? how is identity derived, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if there are no such things as superficial people, then there are only superficial relationships. by my definition it is one where each of the people involved in the relationship chooses to involve only a part of him in it. (i.e. he'll ask you hows your day, what homework there is, but really doesnt put himself in the interaction) if that even makes sense. i do not say 'chooses to reveal only a part of him in it, because it is given that there are very few people one can completely make himself known to. besides, if the complete picture of you was shown to everyone the phrase 'getting to know you' would be irrelevant wouldnt it. its possible to not reveal much about urself, but still involve yourself in the relationship, i suppose. its not how much of yourself you reveal, but how much of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;you show. or is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. anw. superficial relationships? relationships are by default superficial. they have to start out on the surface, because like i said no one shows himself in his entirety. so they have to start out superficial. then some relationships progress and grow deeper. but the superficial aspect of it has to be kept, i guess.  the world itself is largely based on superficiality, and you still ask people routine questions like 'how much you get for test' even if youve known them for years and years and you know you can trust them with all your darkest secrets. so relationships still have to function on a superficial level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so theres basically no conclusion. relationships have to function on a superficial level, and then with some people theres another layer, and another and another. but i dont suppose these lower depths can be explored with essays. relationship matters like this cant be, shouldnt be, defined with long lines of argumentative debates with self. these come from the brain(or at least the part where logic and all that stuff is  contained). that place processes things too superficially. as i have discovered in the course of writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how ive never really tried reasoning all this out till now. doesnt make things very much clearer btw. oh well. its food for thought. that you'll probably chew and chew and never get it down to small enough pieces to swallow lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i din offend anyone with my views/the publication of my views. or muddled thoughts. 1st non-boring-narrative post, so well i wouldnt rly know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115271101062076553?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115271101062076553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115271101062076553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115271101062076553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115271101062076553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow-how-superficial-is-this-post.html' title='wow how superficial is this post.'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115263260028271027</id><published>2006-07-11T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:43:20.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swarm of subjects</title><content type='html'>Today.&lt;br /&gt;Was a most memorable day. the longest academic day. ever! memorable, but rather boring. civics feels like it took place yesterday or sth. lessons of note include chem. which demonstrated that the rj chem dept isnt as incompetent as we thought it to be, thanks to the arrival of that guy. i think he was a foil for OA. to think she dropped jensons class. when they were doing better than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was h3 lit. well students arent the only ones ponning classes. dont tick beside the names of perry(parry?)  and bachelor plz. oh well. the lesson demonstrated that rj lit dept has funnier teachers than i thought ( no offense against keith wong). anw purvis was rather interesting, despite the lesson being rather boring. he was quoting some random philosophy-that-defies conventional-philosophy-of-life lines, which he apparently committed to memory along with the sequence of all the books in the bible. oh well i have a philosophy of my own, not really based on anything, that goes 'the cynical usually win(when they dont it causes quite alot of embarassment, but they usually do)'.and he inspires a slight amount of uneasiness when he wears his glasses and looks at everyone above them.&lt;br /&gt;ive said this many times before, and im gonna say it again. the lit dept, btw, is elitist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ok anw. maths sucks. funny how i thought 53.5 in sec 1 was rly rly bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115263260028271027?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115263260028271027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115263260028271027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115263260028271027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115263260028271027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/07/swarm-of-subjects.html' title='Swarm of subjects'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115252389918014394</id><published>2006-07-10T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:31:39.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity's eclipse</title><content type='html'>lol. i think im going mad. like seriously. when i walk home i have to go from the back, meaning i have to walk along the side of my house to get to the front gate. today i walked home and seemed to find the outside wall of my house abit strange. i thought i remembered it being a pale pinkish-yellow, like the facade of the house. but it was white. but then i got home and i asked about it and my maid said no, it had always been white. oO. then i remember, oh yea it was white. or was it? and left it at that =/. bloody scary. maybe its the lack of sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something somewhere out there seems to not want me to play dota. everytime i go bnet it hangs after awhile, even though my comp was reformatted less than a month ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115252389918014394?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115252389918014394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115252389918014394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115252389918014394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115252389918014394'/><link 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especially so if the conversation in question contains content that is in fact not scandalous but meant as entertainment, for the benefit of the party-that-isnt-the-other-party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats another definition from Y.T. rather, its the first. to be published here, anw. haha but  seriously no offence taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information on pulling a nava, lol why the heck should i give u more info on pulling a nava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. homework sucks. but as i am going to try to stay up to try to watch the world cup final, without falling asleep, i have plenty of time to do it. it only comes once in four years, they say. besides id like to see what happens to me when i get minimal sleep and then go to school the next day. maybe ill be in a bad mood =). or maybe ill be too sleepy to pay attention to my lousy maths/econs marks =/. or maybe ill just end up falling asleep halfway through the match and  end up getting sufficient sleep =(.&lt;div 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25647310.post-115240873478543654</id><published>2006-07-09T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T09:32:14.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post deleted</title><content type='html'>lol well there was a post here, posted around midnight, but after thinking awhile i decided it wasnt required.  so yea wdv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115240873478543654?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115240873478543654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115240873478543654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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to blog about =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit lessons= boring. still trying to enforce some iron grip on everyone, it seems. while keeping a 'free' discussion lesson. hmm i'd like to see how thats gonna come out eventually. er and some work for h2 wouldnt rly hurt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;badly. gp= i have nothing to say about gp cept the guy is weird. one can spend an entire lesson observing speech patterns dress sense and other miscellaneous stuff. not that i do that of course =P. but at least theres something going on oO. i think i simply dont take very well to the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i dont like criticizing teachers. anw. celebrated jensons bdae after sch. if u could call it a celebration.. basically went pasta =/. which was entirely not my decision. but i was like okay ill go say hi to the 7a ppl who would likely still be there. of course i expected a not-so-friendly greeting, having declined the invitation to go pasta only to show up at pasta lol. anw i go there and lo and behold, toon hwee appears! lol nvm. anw yea toon was there 2. wow i pick up the weirdest phrases from phangs writing. besides it was rather dramatic since they were all seated in the obscure corridor at the back, well out of sight. well response to my appearance was better than expected, with the exception of phangs show of displeasure, mainly involving showing me his half-eaten food. hmm although i think as they walked out of the place one or two ppl muttered something which i could not hear that seemed to contain malicious content.&lt;br /&gt;lol ok fine it wasnt that bad. hm actually it wasnt bad at all. but a little exxageration nv hurt ne1 =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw sat at pasta. and talked. till 5. lol. funny how time flies when ur not doing nething in particular. [like playing minesweeper. yay i completed expert. finally oO]&lt;br /&gt;and so ends my most uninteresting narrative of my day. sry, but i was bored and felt like i needed to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol btw dota is a most interesting game. you see stuff that u would nv have expected to exist in ppl.&lt;br /&gt;..and bah. terms starting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25647310-115228760307573584?l=esrevnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/feeds/115228760307573584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25647310&amp;postID=115228760307573584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115228760307573584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25647310/posts/default/115228760307573584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esrevnl.blogspot.com/2006/07/hung-up.html' title='Hung up'/><author><name>lzwl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
