<?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-15463184</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:32:11.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[+art.is.sacred+] - Your ASS Live Entertainment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-6325142691890704253</id><published>2007-08-04T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:00:34.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-forgotten post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long-forgotten post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I'm finally back to blog, and of course I'm back in Tasmania commencing the 4th week of school fairly soon. This means that another 11 weeks before I get back to home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New life this semester, staying in a new house, with new house-mates. Of course, the loveliest maggie tan and auntie ellen is still with me. Just some pictures of my little new room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RrQUASJ51EI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I_iS8lNveng/s1600-h/DSCN1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094719073568805954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RrQUASJ51EI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I_iS8lNveng/s320/DSCN1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;some gigantic poster from the fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RrQU7CJ51FI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JJ1Bo9vWMcc/s1600-h/DSCN1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RrQVxiJ51GI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RN4EvDBc-4Q/s1600-h/DSCN1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094721019188991074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RrQVxiJ51GI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RN4EvDBc-4Q/s320/DSCN1698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester seems a lot better than the last one. Well at least things are starting to get really cheery and I don't bump around trying to think of how to do the assignments. For a start, there's really a whole lot lesser assignments this semester. Of course, new house means better internet and that explains why I don't get disconnected much lately. Will update soon once I get to know my new house mates better. I'm starting to reflect on what I need to work on. Did I say? I really love my new room! What with the queen-size bed and ubber nice lamp shade that I bought from Target. Okay, I'm losing it, the touch I mean. Try to stay tune for more updates which I'm not sure how long it will take me to post up the next entry. Till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-6325142691890704253?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/6325142691890704253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=6325142691890704253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/6325142691890704253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/6325142691890704253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-forgotten-post.html' title='Long-forgotten post'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RrQUASJ51EI/AAAAAAAAAIc/I_iS8lNveng/s72-c/DSCN1696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-2852455890027095715</id><published>2007-07-06T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:34:22.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-awaited post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long-awaited post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to post after the few days of disruptions to the internet services. Home for 11 days and 7 more days before I'm going down south again. I'm gonna miss home damn a lot and of course the people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd June (Saturday) - Reached Sydney and checked in at the Y Hotel before heading off for some long walks till 2am in the morning. Some photos after a whole day of sight-seeing. We went to a Thai restaurant for some yummylicious dinner and we had cantonese porridge for supper! Freezing cold weather and piping hot pork porridge, what a delightful match! Beer session after that and an early bus ride to catch for my flight at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4sOV-_gxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mQdgaquUw14/s1600-h/DSCN1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084049654279013138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4sOV-_gxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mQdgaquUw14/s320/DSCN1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4sjF-_gyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/i1Ek1wTRyuU/s1600-h/DSCN1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084050010761298722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4sjF-_gyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/i1Ek1wTRyuU/s320/DSCN1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4sv1-_gzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wTiezwiXqXs/s1600-h/DSCN1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084050229804630834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4sv1-_gzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wTiezwiXqXs/s320/DSCN1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4tCF-_g0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/w3Gfvj2tiTU/s1600-h/DSCN1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084050543337243458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4tCF-_g0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/w3Gfvj2tiTU/s320/DSCN1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4tQl-_g1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/QRNbiCZ9-dU/s1600-h/DSCN1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084050792445346642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4tQl-_g1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/QRNbiCZ9-dU/s320/DSCN1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4tpl-_g2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/B9Tjgj7Tokw/s1600-h/DSCN1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084051221942076258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4tpl-_g2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/B9Tjgj7Tokw/s320/DSCN1550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4t8l-_g3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z5jfBc39BMg/s1600-h/DSCN1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084051548359590770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4t8l-_g3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z5jfBc39BMg/s320/DSCN1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4uPl-_g4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/kbju4xceR4E/s1600-h/DSCN1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084051874777105282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4uPl-_g4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/kbju4xceR4E/s320/DSCN1554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4uZV-_g5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/tah5gtjt_bE/s1600-h/DSCN1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084052042280829842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4uZV-_g5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/tah5gtjt_bE/s320/DSCN1563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th June (Sunday) - Home sweet home after 8 hours 45 minutes of flight and 30 minutes of waiting for the collection of baggage. Yipee! Katong laksa for dinner that very night with mooey and apey coming to my house after that for some catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th June (Monday) - Dental appointment and home sweet home for the well needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th June (Tuesday) - Shopping with sister down at Suntec City and Marina Square. 2 pairs of shoes, a pair of shorts and a pair of skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th June (Wednesday) - Went crazy the whole day meeting up with the craziest bunch of friends. Shopping down at Vivo City and Shrek 3 before heading down to Sunshine Plaza for dinner and eventually ended up at Selegie Road for some DAO HUEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th June (Thursday) - Headed down to Little India early in the morning because ape coerced us to. Accompanied her to some interview for a research assistant post in SGH (it's their loss that they are not asking you along for the second interview). Headed down to Ikea after that to do some shopping for my new room. Huggable heart shape, pin board, compliments from the apey and the mooey respectively. We ate the wings and went shopping at Queensway shopping centre as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th June (Friday) - One day before the Sebana trip. Went back to the alma mater with Katherine. Not much changes even though there has been quite a major change to the staff. Went down to Suntec after that to kill some time and headed to the Taiwan porridge restaurant for some makan session. Oishi!! The yummylicious fatty meat and porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th June (Saturday) - Sebana with the loves!! Seafood for lunch and barbeque for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st July (Sunday) - Sebana with the loves and boat-washing session! Not forgetting the endless insults ape has to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd July (Monday) - Prawn noodles for breakfast in Joo Chiat and KFC for lunch with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd July (Tuesday) - Rotted at home for the whole day and catching up on more much needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th July (Wednesday) - Dinner with the loves from Insworld. Started with drinks at Liquid Kitchen along River Valley. Headed down to Boon Tong Kee for dinner after that and eventually ended up in this Japanese bar known as Coffee Bar K for some drinks. It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th July (Thursday) - Shopping at Bugis with the loves! We love shopping don't we? Of course we do because I lugged a whole shopping bag back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th July (Friday) - Lunch with ex-starhubbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-2852455890027095715?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/2852455890027095715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=2852455890027095715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/2852455890027095715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/2852455890027095715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-awaited-post.html' title='Long-awaited post'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Ro4sOV-_gxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mQdgaquUw14/s72-c/DSCN1520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-5183519813379262429</id><published>2007-05-12T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:56:23.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: The toolbar still isn't showing up in blogger and "error on page" remains, can anybody explain to me why? I was mentioning to peiyun just 2 days back on the never-ending assignments and peiyun replied, "blogging can wait..." So it really isn't my fault if I'm not writing entries so often, I'm just taking the wise &lt;s&gt;sage&lt;/s&gt; ape's advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new? Tagged at again. Oh man, seow yan, can you offer better deals next time when you leave a message at my tagboard? Nothing good comes out of her messages, tsk tsk tsk. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Those who are tagged have to come up with a blog post consisting of 6 idiosyncrasies of their own. Kindly state the rule of the tag as well. After which, pick 6 random &lt;s&gt;suay kias&lt;/s&gt; friends and leave a message/tag on their blogs stating, "You've been tagged" and refer them to your blog for more information. Definition of idiosyncrasies: characteristics, habit, mannerism or the like, that is peculiar to an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember pretty clearly I did this tag before...but oh well, since it's thrown to me, I shall accept it with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fiddle with the edge of the pillow case each night before I get to sleep because amazingly that gets me drifting to lala-land effectively (right now, I feel like sleeping too...zzzz)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You never know, but I like to hit ondre's butts!! I think he looks really good with a big ass =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd like people to think I am a smelly ah lian (chao ah lian) because that way I'd be seen as a "no pushover"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a perfectionist but the effect of laziness overcomes the power of perfectionism, therefore resulting in slip-shodness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like insulting people whom I dislike to a large extent. It makes me feel really satisfied (okay, I know that seems a bit sadistic)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to sleep with my fan turned on even though the air-conditioner is on and even though the temperature of the night is 8 degrees celcius&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is tougher than my chemistry lab report I swear! Speaking of which, I haven't really completed the report and I'm already feeling very very sleepy, I think I want to take a nap. Should I? Okay, I should, off I go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- posted on 10th May 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes I know, you must be thinking why I'm not sleeping in this wee hours of the morning or night or whatever. It's wee hours anyway. It's around 8 degrees celcius right now outside and the rain has just stopped and I'm happily using the net in the computer laboratory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, back to the topic. I'm still up at this time because my friend will be leaving for melbourne at 4.30 so we all thought we might as well give up our sleep and send her off (to the bus only) when it's time! Cup noodles for supper, what could be better!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, timetable was released today. Major relief, my last paper is on the 22nd June. Bad news, there might be no tickets back to silly!! Nooooo....I want my laksa treat from the ape! I will brave through all weathers to go back! So, yeah, because it's 3.55am right now, my brain can't really function that well. Shall blog again soon...maybe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tune in to ass live! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-5183519813379262429?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/5183519813379262429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=5183519813379262429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/5183519813379262429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/5183519813379262429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-blogging.html' title='Happy blogging'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-2112145744435914674</id><published>2007-05-01T07:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:46:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;知音人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Blogger has been very very uncooperative. I was blogging earlier this morning without the toolbar present and I published the entry only to my knowledge that it wasn’t present. Kindly tell me how to solve this issue. The toolbar was unwilling to appear and now I have to resort to using Microsoft words to type out an entry. Hope it works though &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho! I thought it had be better for me to blog an entry before apes come charging at me with her troops, geraldine screaming at me in my ears, mother mooey trampling over me, katherine hurling abuse at me and fuei fong threatening me. *gasps* I have that much enemies!!! *screams and run away* Approximately 50 more minutes to the next lesson so I thought I had better hurry up and complete this entry before time runs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的日记，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我翻开着日记本，发现有很多东西想写写，可是不知道要从哪里说起。。。&lt;br /&gt;网上日记也一样，想说的事太多太多，可是却又怕被不该看得人都给看到了，&lt;br /&gt;做人可能就是这样累吧。&lt;br /&gt;刚刚在一个老师的网上看到了以前同学的留言。&lt;br /&gt;或许对一个老师而言，鼓励学生是他们必备的责任，可是对我而言，这种鼓励却是那麽的珍贵。&lt;br /&gt;一句话或许没能改变什麽，可是同样的一句话却能改变一个人的想法。&lt;br /&gt;老师对我们是那麽的期待，期待着我们成功，期待着我们为梦想而努力。&lt;br /&gt;现在换我去努力了，朋友们，你们会支持我吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发现到最近的entry都很消沉的感觉，我们来聊一些快乐一点的事吧。&lt;br /&gt;这个学期也快结束了，过不久我就能回到我那可爱的家了，跟可爱的你们一起见面，聊天，吃东西。好期待那一天的到来！下一个学期，我就会开始考个驾驶执照，希望在年底之前可是考到。一直以来和朋友们一起去吃夜宵的梦想也可以达成了！在七月二十五号，我也将有一个决定我明年命运的考试，虽然也没什麽需要准备的，可是大概也会很紧张吧。好了朋友们，祝我好运吧！希望可以一鸣惊人了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用华文blog 希望可以比较贴心一些些。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Laksa on peiyun’s treat anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like talking but I don’t know where to start… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-2112145744435914674?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/2112145744435914674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=2112145744435914674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/2112145744435914674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/2112145744435914674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_01.html' title=''/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-6018199259309684586</id><published>2007-04-11T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:14:34.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最熟悉的陌生人</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;最熟悉的陌生人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Sorry for the late updates. Was in Hobart from last Wednesday till Sunday and afterwhich was rushing of assignments. Apparently, they are still very much undone. -.- Don't ask me what I have been doing after coming back from Hobart, I hardly know myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad to know maybe &lt;a href="http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html"&gt;things&lt;/a&gt; are not the same anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, updates on Hobart. Actually I did nothing much but gobbled food the whole day. First day was the drive to Hobart and visit of the Woolmers Garden which was filled with roses literally. Second day was the trip around Tasman island by boat followed by Tasmanian Devil park visit. Third day was the drive back to Launceston and visiting the seahorses as well as platypus. Fourth day was home sweet home for parents and hostel smelly hostel for me. Oh well, I'm tired, I'll get the pictures to do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhyunOje7pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bD-qTx21pfs/s1600-h/DSCN1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052104870947909266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhyunOje7pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bD-qTx21pfs/s320/DSCN1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyu2Oje7qI/AAAAAAAAAFk/COdsuoERn9Y/s1600-h/DSCN1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052105128645947042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyu2Oje7qI/AAAAAAAAAFk/COdsuoERn9Y/s320/DSCN1026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Along the way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhyvQOje7rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8_ZcCX4kCOE/s1600-h/DSCN1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052105575322545842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhyvQOje7rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8_ZcCX4kCOE/s320/DSCN1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhyvWOje7sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qKQK2nyEL1g/s1600-h/DSCN1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052105678401760962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhyvWOje7sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qKQK2nyEL1g/s320/DSCN1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyvguje7tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RA4QE6OIjYQ/s1600-h/DSCN1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052105858790387410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyvguje7tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RA4QE6OIjYQ/s320/DSCN1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyvr-je7uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VCrmk9kEh5M/s1600-h/DSCN1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052106052063915746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyvr-je7uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VCrmk9kEh5M/s320/DSCN1039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before entering woolmers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhywLOje7vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kh9lRMKg3eQ/s1600-h/DSCN1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052106588934827762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhywLOje7vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kh9lRMKg3eQ/s320/DSCN1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhywSuje7wI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MIUi0wFMHK8/s1600-h/DSCN1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052106717783846658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhywSuje7wI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MIUi0wFMHK8/s320/DSCN1046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blah blah &lt;s&gt;black&lt;/s&gt; white sheep~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyw9Oje7xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/x9EcVw9dmgQ/s1600-h/DSCN1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052107447928286994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyw9Oje7xI/AAAAAAAAAGc/x9EcVw9dmgQ/s320/DSCN1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty little house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhyxaOje7yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_WChyGJ1joA/s1600-h/DSCN1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052107946144493346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhyxaOje7yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_WChyGJ1joA/s320/DSCN1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyxweje7zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/otUHa07WP5s/s1600-h/DSCN1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052108328396582706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyxweje7zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/otUHa07WP5s/s320/DSCN1060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyx3Oje70I/AAAAAAAAAG0/uguPzvizU-4/s1600-h/DSCN1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052108444360699714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rhyx3Oje70I/AAAAAAAAAG0/uguPzvizU-4/s320/DSCN1063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorting the apples&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogger decided I've uploaded too much pictures and disallow me to upload anymore. Oh wells, till next time pals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current weather report here: 12.7 degrees celcius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current weather report in Singapore: 24-33 degrees celcius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care friends! Try not to fall sick =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-6018199259309684586?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/6018199259309684586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=6018199259309684586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/6018199259309684586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/6018199259309684586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='最熟悉的陌生人'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RhyunOje7pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bD-qTx21pfs/s72-c/DSCN1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-849412466614968386</id><published>2007-03-31T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:59:39.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Just a random thought. I wonder if anyone knows what happens when you click on the "Peiyun" link on the left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My last entry have got quite a few comments from friends stating that my Chinese is really okay. Well, at least well enough to come up with an entry solely in Chinese. Haha! Ape can't go on insulting my Chinese standard anymore because I'm pretty good at it! *throws a big L sign at ape* LOSER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest pig pals and dog friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to log in to blogger since Thursday! But, it's okay since I've finally managed to log in to blog. Just a note, this blog is the official ASS Live channel so you can forget about setting aside a channel on your telly and tune it to ASS Live. Tune in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might already know, I am obsessed with Phantom of the Opera, ever since I watched the musical (Sarah Brightman was Christine then) on the telly, donkey years back (6-7 years?). When they announced their tour to Singapore, I was over the moon, Sun and Earth! Then, they have to start only when I'm in Tasmania. Zzzzz...major dream dasher. I was still thinking of getting a box seat to pamper myself, like you know sipping wine while watching the performance. It was till last week when Dad called up and say he might not be able to come to Tasmania and was wondering if I would like to go back for Easter and he will throw in a Phantom box seat ticket with the deal. How tempting indeed. However, I kindly rejected because I reckon heading back home would mean that my soul will just get stuck at Katong Laksa 138 stall and will not want to get back here. That's how much I love the laksa there. I was really bored after Dad hung up and I went over to check the official Phantom of the Opera's website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was a very bad Primary school kid trying to start her &lt;s&gt;essay&lt;/s&gt; composition. (Yes, I have an inner child in me but no you can't know it even when you see me) Main point is...Phantom is coming to Melbourne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thephantomoftheopera.com.au/"&gt;http://www.thephantomoftheopera.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you feeling so happy for me? The dream can be fulfilled soon! (well, not that soon though since the first show is on 19th July but it will be within this year) I shouldn't be extremely happy since they are not even holding their show here in Tasmania. But, the fact is that Tasmania isn't very far from Melbourne, (well, not very near though, not as if I can swim across the Bass Strait) just a weeny 1 hour flight away and my smello piggo have already offered to put me up at her place and watch the show with me! How great is that!? I can't wait for the day to come.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be on Easter Holiday from 5th April - 11th April so I might blog oftenly if time permits though because there are a few assignments due pretty soon *gasps* and I haven't even started. I need to feel the sense of urgency soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rg49v50Cz6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0B208taDuyA/s1600-h/DSCN1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048040125511159714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rg49v50Cz6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0B208taDuyA/s320/DSCN1007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lunchhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rg49-Z0Cz7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/NsyByuzbaIE/s1600-h/DSCN1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048040374619262898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rg49-Z0Cz7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/NsyByuzbaIE/s320/DSCN1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah black sheep, have you any woeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rg4-Lp0Cz8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/gWgrWho-cPk/s1600-h/DSCN1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048040602252529602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rg4-Lp0Cz8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/gWgrWho-cPk/s320/DSCN1012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto! Lunch's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay friends, till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-849412466614968386?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/849412466614968386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=849412466614968386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/849412466614968386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/849412466614968386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/03/phantom-of-opera.html' title='Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rg49v50Cz6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0B208taDuyA/s72-c/DSCN1007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-2947223852263314891</id><published>2007-03-24T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:15:56.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Loveliest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Loveliest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Can somebody explain to me why there isn't an auto-saving function in blogger like say, every 30 seconds since they are already using Gmail accounts for signing in!? I'm slightly delirious now! For the past one and a half hours, I've been conscientiously blogging in chinese and now it's all gone! As you guys know, I'm not very good in Chinese (because of the weak foundation, right Peiyun?) and blogger have to do this to me! 神啊，救救我吧！I'll try to recall what I wrote but I can't guarantee it will express the same feeling because my mood is all gone! By the way, daylight savings end officially on 25th March so I'll just be a two hours apart from home! Sambal kangkong anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;原来我是那麽的依赖着朋友，依赖着他们的关怀，依赖着他们的照顾。自己也没发现到这一点，只是刚来的时候，心里总是空空的。每次遇到挫折的时候，朋友都会说着：“没关系，有我在阿。”心里的深处一直不肯接受这个事实可是大概现在也需要学着长大了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;难过的时候有朋友的安慰，开心的时候有朋友来分享，做错事的时候有朋友对我说:“没关系，每个人都会做错事”然后再叫我振作起来，做白日梦的时候也有朋友把我从梦境拉回现实来。这种感觉不知道以后还会是一样的吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;他们的关怀总是让我觉得格外的安心。过马路的时候有人帮忙看车，牵着我过马路。还记得曼谷之旅途中发生了一些小插曲，可是我并不需要感到害怕，因为我知道身旁的朋友都会保护着我。迟来的毕业旅行让我发现到这些朋友对我来说有多麽的重要。不知不觉我也把这一切当成是理所当然的，觉得有这样一群好朋友也是理所当然的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;出发的当天，朋友送来了一份小小的礼物。礼物虽小，涵义却很深，让我非常地感动。有些事并不需要说出来，我们都能明白。后来他们也寄来了一份包裹。等待着包裹的心情并不完全是因为里头的内容而是有一种说不出的感觉，是知道有人在乎，有人关心。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;还记得几年前有个连续剧的主题曲是这样唱着的：“。。。你要学着自己擦干泪滴，懂得如何跌倒再爬起，像那幼苗不怕风和雨，从不轻易放弃。。。”大概就是这样吧，要开始学着长大了，因为在这里，没有人能让我依赖了。一直以来不是很在乎的事情现在却变得很重要，人应该都是这样的吧。可是我很庆幸自己拥有了一群那样好的朋友。或许孤单并不可怕，可怕的是孤单的当而没有一群真心的朋友支持你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rainy days are always emotional!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSf0Xj2I1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vrx9H4EsCOQ/s1600-h/DSCN0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045333204588176210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSf0Xj2I1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vrx9H4EsCOQ/s320/DSCN0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSf53j2I2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/qheZEHZVWv4/s1600-h/DSCN0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045333299077456738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSf53j2I2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/qheZEHZVWv4/s320/DSCN0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSd0Xj2IwI/AAAAAAAAADw/mCeD2ZfTWwY/s1600-h/DSCN0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045331005564920578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSd0Xj2IwI/AAAAAAAAADw/mCeD2ZfTWwY/s320/DSCN0881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSeXXj2IxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aYgCrD0Y8Ak/s1600-h/DSCN0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045331606860342034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSeXXj2IxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aYgCrD0Y8Ak/s320/DSCN0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSey3j2IyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rhDyNKvBzDY/s1600-h/P1000825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045332079306744610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSey3j2IyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rhDyNKvBzDY/s320/P1000825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSfEXj2IzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7-mZENjylYM/s1600-h/P1000883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045332379954455346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSfEXj2IzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7-mZENjylYM/s320/P1000883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSfa3j2I0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VEPkZ9NA2GA/s1600-h/P1000887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045332766501512002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSfa3j2I0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VEPkZ9NA2GA/s320/P1000887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The happiest moments are the carefree ones...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSgc3j2I3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/uYt6COtvWm0/s1600-h/Ondre+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045333900372878194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSgc3j2I3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/uYt6COtvWm0/s320/Ondre+(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? You don't agree??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSg9Xj2I4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Akj5dL7aXrU/s1600-h/61G34960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045334458718626690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSg9Xj2I4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Akj5dL7aXrU/s320/61G34960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you sure you don't agree??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgShCnj2I5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/wj48EZTQO48/s1600-h/61G34961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045334548912939922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgShCnj2I5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/wj48EZTQO48/s320/61G34961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay lor...too bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-2947223852263314891?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/2947223852263314891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=2947223852263314891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/2947223852263314891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/2947223852263314891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-loveliest.html' title='My Loveliest'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgSf0Xj2I1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vrx9H4EsCOQ/s72-c/DSCN0828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-9086996473574525134</id><published>2007-03-22T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T09:33:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy one month Tassi-versary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy one month Tassi-versary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! I have been here for a month and still alive and kicking! The past one month have been most eventful and let's hope it not continue that way because it can be pretty nerve-wrecking. Blogger is seriously not being very cooperative now so my dear comrades, do pardon me if I publish this a few days later. Meanwhile, I shall do a bit of updates on my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quick note before I start. My cell number have been removed from the previous entry (reason is stated there). In any case if you need to dial me or text me, please get the number from me. However, the address still remains posted because passerbys can't possibly send anthrax to me without knowing my name! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past one month hasn't been a bed of roses and just this morning, the silly fire alarm jolted my soul out of me and pulled me out of bed and into the meeting area without my slippers on. Apparently, some lovely neighbour decided she was too bored and started burning incense (note: should be some aromatherapy thingy). She might be a devout taoist for all we know since coincidentally her first name is Nun. What happens next you should have gotten it. False alarm! I have been super moody since morning because of the sudden shrills coming from the alarm. They should play music instead to warn people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just two days ago, while working on my Statistics assignment, Excel decides to be a jerk and die on me. What happens first was it shutting itself down and on attempts to reopen the programme, this popped up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rf6CGBwwJAI/AAAAAAAAADA/svBbIBt7plk/s1600-h/excel+error.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043611672765277186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rf6CGBwwJAI/AAAAAAAAADA/svBbIBt7plk/s320/excel+error.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great! Like who brings their installation discs out when they are schooling overseas. As such, I consulted my geeky brother who gave me a resolution via a &lt;a href="http://www.technotes.co.uk/sku011-cab"&gt;website instructions &lt;/a&gt;which deals with the SKU011.CAB issue. It did helped of course (at least for a while).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgHVtHj2IrI/AAAAAAAAADI/PZ66kr4-2jc/s1600-h/excel+error+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044548028731892402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgHVtHj2IrI/AAAAAAAAADI/PZ66kr4-2jc/s320/excel+error+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo and behold! This popped up the second time round. Google was there to help of course. I typed in "how to solve error 1311 on microsoft office" and up came popping this &lt;a href="http://www.kbalertz.com/903776/Office.updates.successfully.installed.client.computers.deploy.updates.using.Windows.Server.Update.Services.aspx"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. Well, I wouldn't say it didn't work but just a few popups after that which can be closed easily without having to shut excel down. So case solved and assignment done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;typed on 19th March 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selemat Tengah Hari!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an effort to keep up with two of my lovelies back in sunny Singapore who are taking conversational Malay, I shall, on my part, greet in Malay as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogger is finally up and running without disallowing me to sign in. I seriously have some problem with the growing technology since the day I reached Tasmania. I'm seriously thinking that my computer wants to go on a long break (Fat hope!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh joy! Oh rapture! I've finally received the 花样少年少女 part 3 dvds yesterday! Compliments from mother mooey and the ape! To top it off, they actually send a book along with the dvd and a letter from apey. Boy, am I touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgHbXXj2IsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ssqDCK5MH38/s1600-h/DSCN0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044554252139504322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgHbXXj2IsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ssqDCK5MH38/s320/DSCN0993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgHbkXj2ItI/AAAAAAAAADY/HVziaN-X4ik/s1600-h/DSCN0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044554475477803730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgHbkXj2ItI/AAAAAAAAADY/HVziaN-X4ik/s320/DSCN0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgHbqHj2IuI/AAAAAAAAADg/eBek945CYM0/s1600-h/DSCN0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044554574262051554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RgHbqHj2IuI/AAAAAAAAADg/eBek945CYM0/s320/DSCN0997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to take a few snapshots of the local town but everytime when I'm there, it's either I'm too lazy to take pictures or I simply forget about it and just happily hop on the bus back to home. Anyway, I'm off to collect my bedsheets and blankets before going off for my last lesson of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: ape, I've blogged about your noble deed, kindly do an update soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-9086996473574525134?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/9086996473574525134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=9086996473574525134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/9086996473574525134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/9086996473574525134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-one-month-tassi-versary.html' title='Happy one month Tassi-versary'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rf6CGBwwJAI/AAAAAAAAADA/svBbIBt7plk/s72-c/excel+error.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-1947172850419280762</id><published>2007-03-16T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:18:41.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dormitory life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dormitory life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say I have the best life now! Nobody can hear crazy people running along the corridors in the middle of the night at 2am, incessant knockings on doors and drunkards puking right outside your window. Great isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that doesn't include my lovely neighbour (downstairs) who invites people to his room for partying session, blasting loud bang bang music and hitting the ceiling. (for god knows what reason! He's prolly trying  hang his clothes with a bamboo but was unable to balance and hence the result) And yeah! How can we possibly forget those people who constantly slams the door at anytime of the day. Hohoho, how interesting can my life be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: If at any point of a time you can't sense the sarcasm in the above entry, I'd suggest you reading your Enid Blyton series and stop wasting your time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the assignments continue streaming in. Pardon me my friends, I'm suffering a headache right now, shall blog again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more updates, stay tuned to ASS LIVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-1947172850419280762?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/1947172850419280762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=1947172850419280762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/1947172850419280762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/1947172850419280762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/03/dormitory-life.html' title='Dormitory life'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-387980807448484461</id><published>2007-03-03T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:52:29.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little updates before ape comes charging to Tasmania with her battalion of monkeys. (note: battalion is used cause they kill!) Of course, I wouldn't want to put my life in jeopardy at this moment so I shall comply with her wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was down at Unibar last night together with Vanez and a hall-mate (Jessie). We shared a jug of the local brew (J. Boag's &amp; Son) and it was pretty good I would say. What could possibly be better than chilling sessions. "Tortilla chips please!". Apparently there was a live band performance down at the hall bar yesterday but we give it a miss due to the large crowd present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons have started and assignments are streaming in. The internet access is still pretty slow but thank god I can still talk on msn without much disruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindda miss home and my dog right now. Dad called this morning and put on the speakers so that I could talk to Ondre. I shouted for him and apparently dad claims that he was wagging his tail incessantly (Ondre, not my dad) and sniffed really hard to sense for my presence. Sorry doggie, I'm in tassy now, you can't possibly smell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很想家。 可是很不愿意把这句话说出来。&lt;br /&gt;虽然爸爸三天两头的都会打电话来，可是每次一听到家人的声音都会忍不住流下眼泪。&lt;br /&gt;很没用是吧?&lt;br /&gt;可是我也没有后悔过, 因为知道这得来不易。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay peeps, more updates the next time round. I'm off to print notes and do up my assignment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-387980807448484461?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/387980807448484461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=387980807448484461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/387980807448484461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/387980807448484461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-2665605755553355767</id><published>2007-02-24T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:13:07.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life @ Tassy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My life @ Tassy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho! Sorry for the really late updates. The past two weeks have been really busy with the trip down to bangkok and getting ready to come here and settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, updates of address and cell phone number first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;Investigator's Hall&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 104&lt;br /&gt;Mowbray, 7248&lt;br /&gt;Tasmania, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handphone no.: -removed because the internet is a dangerous place, get from me if you wish to have it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails are encouraged to be sent to &lt;a href="mailto:blahblah.black.toot@gmail.com"&gt;blahblah.black.toot@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; instead of my hotmail account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually planning to photo-blog but as a matter of fact, I was pretty upset on the day I left so not much photos was taken along the way. Very emotional session indeed. Just a wee bit of photos before I snooze (super tired).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-1WebuegI/AAAAAAAAABs/P6T1z_HxstM/s1600-h/DSCN0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034942306154609154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-1WebuegI/AAAAAAAAABs/P6T1z_HxstM/s320/DSCN0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melbourne's domestic departure area &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-2M-buehI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZxVAVsnwQs/s1600-h/DSCN0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034943242457479698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-2M-buehI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eZxVAVsnwQs/s320/DSCN0976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Compliments from the ape and mooey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-2jObueiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UBxILalR96g/s1600-h/DSCN0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034943624709569058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-2jObueiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UBxILalR96g/s320/DSCN0981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My room &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-2oebuejI/AAAAAAAAACE/FvrVEGiaIGM/s1600-h/DSCN0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034943714903882290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-2oebuejI/AAAAAAAAACE/FvrVEGiaIGM/s320/DSCN0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BAMBI!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-2vubuekI/AAAAAAAAACM/vNBy3y2kQdU/s1600-h/DSCN0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034943839457933890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-2vubuekI/AAAAAAAAACM/vNBy3y2kQdU/s320/DSCN0984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Study desk &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-23ObuelI/AAAAAAAAACU/KLqLyGZX8DM/s1600-h/DSCN0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034943968306952786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-23ObuelI/AAAAAAAAACU/KLqLyGZX8DM/s320/DSCN0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Washing area &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-2--buemI/AAAAAAAAACc/3kCRUEcSmvw/s1600-h/DSCN0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034944101450938978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-2--buemI/AAAAAAAAACc/3kCRUEcSmvw/s320/DSCN0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Window with the big treeee....brrrrr &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. More updates coming up once i've gotten pictures of the local town. Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Tassy is 3 hours earlier than Singapore and the time stated in this post is still in GMT +8:00 (Singapore's time).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-2665605755553355767?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/2665605755553355767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=2665605755553355767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/2665605755553355767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/2665605755553355767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-life-tassy.html' title='My life @ Tassy'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rd-1WebuegI/AAAAAAAAABs/P6T1z_HxstM/s72-c/DSCN0975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-4262740976784879101</id><published>2007-01-25T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:52:41.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy, I want to fly like an astronaut</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy, I want to fly like an astronaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't this sound so familiar? When we were young, we were filled with ambitions of all sorts. To be in a teaching profession, to be a full-time sports player, to be a world-known musician, to be an upright lawyer as well as an ethical doctor. How close can this ambitions of ours be linked to our future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since young, I've had my fair share of lofty aspirations as well. A veterinarian, a dolphin trainer, a lawyer, a doctor, a researcher, a professor and so on. Whatever you can think of, I bet I have considered it as a career before (leaving aside garbage collection, prostitution and jobs of the same nature). Because we were young once, we were given an opportunity to dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RbgUfTzg6VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plMBH5abPmQ/s1600-h/DSCN0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023787912456628562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RbgUfTzg6VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plMBH5abPmQ/s320/DSCN0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very often, our ambitions faces retorts from the elders, they are being sneered at and merely quoted as children's dreams. Then, parents will start drawing up a plan for kids to follow stating, "this is for your own good". Former dreams are then dashed. So, in reality, a series of factors are always affecting what you known to be an ambition. Meeting it or not will only depend on your willpower, your determination as well as your hardwork. I am not sure how far I will go to pursue my dreams but as long as I am capable of, I will never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started shopping for the necessities ranging from suitcases, winter wear, cooking utensils, daily needs as well as clothings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some loots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rbgu-jzg6WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ADaXZAx5R1E/s1600-h/DSCN0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023817036629862754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rbgu-jzg6WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ADaXZAx5R1E/s320/DSCN0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RbgvNzzg6XI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rwVBUCzPFoQ/s1600-h/DSCN0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023817298622867826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RbgvNzzg6XI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rwVBUCzPFoQ/s320/DSCN0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rbgvvjzg6YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jNFIglDkvvo/s1600-h/DSCN0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023817878443452802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rbgvvjzg6YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jNFIglDkvvo/s320/DSCN0715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nike sweater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RbgwDTzg6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/snayyqY5l_M/s1600-h/DSCN0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023818217745869202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RbgwDTzg6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/snayyqY5l_M/s320/DSCN0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter jacket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rbgwojzg6aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/np-NJKfWubg/s1600-h/DSCN0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023818857695996322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rbgwojzg6aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/np-NJKfWubg/s320/DSCN0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beanie!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rbgw2jzg6bI/AAAAAAAAABA/t7pDceKPgBc/s1600-h/DSCN0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023819098214164914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/Rbgw2jzg6bI/AAAAAAAAABA/t7pDceKPgBc/s320/DSCN0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pullover&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RbgxCjzg6cI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ditcp6W2dtw/s1600-h/DSCN0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023819304372595138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RbgxCjzg6cI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ditcp6W2dtw/s320/DSCN0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trench coat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;More loots coming up right after the Thailand trip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-4262740976784879101?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/4262740976784879101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=4262740976784879101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/4262740976784879101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/4262740976784879101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/01/daddy-i-want-to-fly-like-astronaut.html' title='Daddy, I want to fly like an astronaut'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kfiMtaHzbbw/RbgUfTzg6VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/plMBH5abPmQ/s72-c/DSCN0589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-1226922097496517451</id><published>2007-01-03T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T18:49:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail the storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hail the storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long hiatus indeed. I've almost forgotten the feeling of coming to blogger and doing the ritual updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all. A Happy New Year to fellow readers (if there are any in the first place). Wishing everyone a great 2007 ahead, getting good results, landing in great jobs and securing a place at the Universities. A new year means brand new resolutions, have you made yours yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eventful 2006 have passed and what comes next is another year of struggles and adaptations to new life. Barely 2 months more to a brand new environment at Tasmania. What awaits is uncertainty and a brand new lifestyle. Can't exactly put across how I'm feeling right now, not exactly anticipation neither is it reluctance. A part of me wants leave everything behind and a part of me feels the sore thinkin about it but of course the remaining part of me is just idling away the time. Life has certainly reached its crossroads and I'm moving on across the ocean to a foreign place, without any idea what life has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow friends and comrades!! Kindly arrange for meet-ups before I leave so that I can take some snapshots with you guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand trip on the 11th February.&lt;br /&gt;Flight towards Tasmania on the 17th February.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-1226922097496517451?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/1226922097496517451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=1226922097496517451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/1226922097496517451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/1226922097496517451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2007/01/hail-storms.html' title='Hail the storms'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-39805630087410548</id><published>2006-11-19T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:32:10.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>暴风雨</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;暴风雨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也终于平息了。 是否那就是暴风雨来临的预兆，还是一切都恢复原状了。种种的事情也来得太快了，根本就无法预测，也无法去控制。发生的事情也无法当没事，影响一直浮现在脑海， 甩也甩不掉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一切留下的也只有伤痛，在我心中画上一道裂痕，好深的一道裂痕。真希望这个时候会有一个能安抚我脆弱心情的人。一个能依靠的肩膀，一个能化解忧愁的拥抱。这样就足够了。伤痛也许会化解，可回忆或许就会一直留在脑海中。真的也想不到解脱这烦恼的办法，我只能一直的逃避，希望时间能冲淡一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好庆幸有一群知己，在需要的时候也很乐意的伸出援手，给予关怀。真得很感谢也非常地感动。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-39805630087410548?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/39805630087410548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=39805630087410548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/39805630087410548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/39805630087410548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='暴风雨'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-6798388120657454525</id><published>2006-11-18T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:04:33.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Numb-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust and believe is not part of my life anymore. I'm finding it hard to trust and I'm finding it silly to believe. We are all living in denial, ignoring the presence of a problem, refusing to believe what we see, not wanting to rectify it. True as it is, "seeing might not be believing" but I'm determined there will be a portion of truth to it. I'm unsure as to one is being overly-sensitive or the other is guilty of the crimes. Even thinking about it gets me weary. Now I wished I had 20 hours a day so I wouldn't have the time to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing, it got my heart weeping in sorrow. Perhaps ignorance is a bliss afterall. I wished to get the key to the truth but something is stopping me. A voice beckoning me to behold...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-6798388120657454525?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/6798388120657454525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=6798388120657454525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/6798388120657454525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/6798388120657454525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/11/numb-ed.html' title='Numb-ed'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-116290650548869033</id><published>2006-11-07T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:35:05.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back by popular demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back by popular demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...not exactly. The fact was that only mooster bugged me to post an entry. Hahaha! And honestly, I don't exactly know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been working for nearly 5 weeks. Not exactly a bed of roses but I'm still surviving well. Obviously, it doesn't take a long time for you to realise what your colleagues are like, the high-flyers, the high-flyers wannabe and of course the ordinary ones. Being the best..., a questionable topic and an ironic topic. It is no longer important because being the best means you have to withstand the loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好怀念当时读书的日子，怀念学校的生活，怀念着某些人的存在。&lt;br /&gt;怀念着那灿烂的笑容，怀念午餐短暂的时间，怀念着放学后的活动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时光也匆匆的溜走，留给我的也只剩回忆和思念。&lt;br /&gt;三个月后的今天就得开始准备人生的下一段旅程。&lt;br /&gt;这段漫长的道路，会找到知音人吗？&lt;br /&gt;心情有时有点疲惫，有点沉重。我的负担能够交给谁呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-116290650548869033?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/116290650548869033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=116290650548869033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/116290650548869033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/116290650548869033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back by popular demand'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-116082291683794677</id><published>2006-10-14T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:39:43.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, there is a first for everything and I have survived the first week of work! 1 down, 11 more to go! Managed to clock a total of 39 hours this week given the fact that we were doing double-banking on the first 3 days. Alright, I shall post up the lyrics of this very nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;江南&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;歌手： 林俊杰&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;风到这里就是粘&lt;br /&gt;粘住过客的思念&lt;br /&gt;雨到了这里缠成线&lt;br /&gt;缠着我们留恋人世间&lt;br /&gt;你在身边就是缘&lt;br /&gt;缘分写在三生石上面&lt;br /&gt;爱有万分之一甜&lt;br /&gt;宁愿我就葬在这一点&lt;br /&gt;圈圈圆圆圈圈&lt;br /&gt;天天年年天天的我深深看你的脸&lt;br /&gt;生气的温柔埋怨的温柔的脸&lt;br /&gt;不懂爱恨情仇煎熬的我们&lt;br /&gt;都以为相爱就像风云的善变&lt;br /&gt;相信那一天抵过永远&lt;br /&gt;在这一刹那冻结那时间&lt;br /&gt;不懂怎么表现温柔的我们&lt;br /&gt;还以为殉情只是古老的传言&lt;br /&gt;你走得有多痛痛有多浓&lt;br /&gt;当梦被埋在江南烟雨中心碎了才懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, this song is already outdated but you can't possibly stop me from liking it can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently having some mental blockages because I just spent my last few hours trying to level up in maplestory. Hehehe. Work has been rather okay so far. Was on my own for three and a half days picking up calls. So far so good and of course we certainly hope this will carry on throughout the time of the contract! Screw the difficult customers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, all my dearies at UK have settled down and started on their 3 years journey to the first degree. At some points of time, I wished I could join them, I wished I had applied for Scotland and I wished for so much more. I wished for 10 wishes but it didn't came true. It's alright because I am still looking forward to going to Tasmania and start my new life there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't received my pay cheque from Hwa Chong yet. I hope they remember to pay me. I shall do the nice job of reminding them on Monday because it's quite a neat sum of money. Crumpler bag, here I come!!! Luggage, here I come!!! T4210, here I come!!! W950i, here I come!!! Woohoo!!! Can't wait for my pay to come man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-116082291683794677?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/116082291683794677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=116082291683794677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/116082291683794677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/116082291683794677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/10/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-116020003019115819</id><published>2006-10-07T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:47:10.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>朋友，友情</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;朋友，友情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I'm back to my frequent blogging regime, partly cause I really have nothing much to do everyday. Somebody, please get me a life! I'll probably pick up my arts and crafts again, hang on collage! Wait for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since the lovely (arggh, stop it, can't you see I'm trying to lie without anybody noticing) Katherine dedicated an entry to me, I shall, on my part, write some nice stuffs for her. Hold on, I need to think about what are the virtues she has. *ponders for over 10 minutes* Shit! Time is running away at an extremely fast rate, I still can't think of anything! *another 10 minutes...* Ahhh!!! INSPIRATION, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*finally, after 30 minutes...*&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here it goes. Thinking about it is rather amazing. Katherine and I started our lovely times together only somewhat 5-6 months before school came to a closure. Fishballs with extra chilli, &lt;em&gt;lor mai kai&lt;/em&gt; and the occasional mochi from 7-11 near Amoy Food Centre. Venturing around on buses aimlessly (alright, it's my fault, I just get lost with bus numbers at times), laughing our heads off in the middle of the road and that memorable chalet. Complaining about the school, cursing the old b*stard and bitching incessantly about anything under the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天下无不散的宴席，我们所经过的美好时光也随着日历一页一页的落下。&lt;br /&gt;想起了以前愚昧的自己，当时也不懂得如何去珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;一切也都结束了，只能想起美好的回忆，怀念着当初的日子。&lt;br /&gt;也希望四年后的今天能在世界的某个地方碰面，就这一班，A4。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, pretty please, A4 excludes the new b*tches who joined in at the last 3 months. Thank you. I think I sound kindda drama-mama whenever I use chinese. I can't help it can I? A true blue poet cannot control her emotions from flooding into her article! That's my agony mind you. Don't laugh at the expense of it.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow! Time really flies I tell you. Two weeks have just passed like that and yesterday was my last day at Hwa Chong. 1 more day to the start of my new life at Starhub. 3 months and 1 day to the end of the contract and 4 months to the Bangkok trip! If 2 weeks can pass that fast, what's 3 months? That's like six 2 weeks. Brace on! Earn money and enjoy during the holidays before I settle down to serious studying! C'mon, c'mon, cheer me on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I will end here fellow artists, stay tune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-116020003019115819?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/116020003019115819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=116020003019115819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/116020003019115819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/116020003019115819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='朋友，友情'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-116003571822054446</id><published>2006-10-05T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:20:40.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clueless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue.&lt;br /&gt;Doggy is fat,&lt;br /&gt;So are you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when was the last time I blogged in Chinese? Oh, 4 days ago. Sudden loss as to what to say even now that I can clearly read Chinese from the browser. Ironical isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm blogging for the sake of blogging because I have literally nothing to do at work now (there's one student studying down there, so I'm trying to minimize the typing sound so it wouldn't be disrupting his studying session). I wonder if ape reads my blog *ponders* because I have something I want to tell her so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights people, something for you guys to do. If you do read my blog, kindly tag at the almost-empty tagboard because I feel like I'm talking to the wall. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-116003571822054446?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/116003571822054446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=116003571822054446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/116003571822054446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/116003571822054446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/10/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115993348143969548</id><published>2006-10-04T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:09:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...are not my reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dreams...are not my reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for a dream so perfect; it seems impossible to catch&lt;br /&gt;A dream so perfect; everybody wants a part of that&lt;br /&gt;Riding on stallions, surrounded by gallants&lt;br /&gt;Magical wands pointing, no villains surviving&lt;br /&gt;Fairytale scenes, coupled with harmless honeybees&lt;br /&gt;My dream so perfect; who would want to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams hasn't been very much of a reality aren't they? I wonder how long it would take for me to fulfill them. 10, 20 or 30 years? My dream so perfect, I shudder to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 4 months' time to starting of school. I hope I'll survive well over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on, post-graduation trip to Bangkok! Any interested parties? It'll be held in between 10th Feb 2007 and 17th Feb 2007. Kindly inform me if you are free and interested in this trip. Air tickets for return journey (inclusive of airport taxes and charges) will be around S$154 and a 3 nights' stay in a 3 star hotel (twin room) will be around S$150. So, kindly calculate your budget and let me know by mid-November so that the booking can be done A.S.A.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115993348143969548?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115993348143969548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115993348143969548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115993348143969548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115993348143969548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreamsare-not-my-reality.html' title='Dreams...are not my reality'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115969475961871120</id><published>2006-10-01T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:10:21.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>中文 blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;中文 blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;实验中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[edit]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally able to post in chinese after a long try. Let's hope this is not my hallucination. Dear friends, if you can read the below article in chinese, congratulations. If you can't, then smash your computer into pieces before dumping it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于等到了这一天。 可以用中文来 blog 了。&lt;br /&gt;现在也不知道要说些什么才好。&lt;br /&gt;祝你们一天的心情愉快！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115969475961871120?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115969475961871120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115969475961871120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115969475961871120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115969475961871120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog.html' title='中文 blog!'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115941452719209261</id><published>2006-09-28T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:17:22.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, I had wanted to post this entry some time back but as you know, I'm not very young and my memory is failing me fast. I'm gonna pic-blog on this part because you know, a picture speaks a thousand words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Maple0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Maple0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look! Guild photo in the buff!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Maple0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Maple0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decked in gears...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Maple0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Maple0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Maple0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Maple0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jumps jumps jumps around. The botak is trying to be very uncooperative! Zzzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Maple0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Maple0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lying lowwwwwww&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/maplefriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/maplefriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My twinnny!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I'm supposed to be creating a poem for my other twin (a.k.a black botak) but apparently brain juice is running low so I'll leave it till the later part when ideas come flowing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[edit]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinny oh twinny! Sitting under the brolly gawking at prettys&lt;br /&gt;Twinny oh twinny! Sipping a cuppa watching bikini babehs&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why do I have a thickskinny as a twinny?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that must be my life, my fate, my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Twinny oh twinny, we will understand you one of these days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115941452719209261?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115941452719209261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115941452719209261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115941452719209261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115941452719209261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/09/maple.html' title='Maple'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115909361927442195</id><published>2006-09-24T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:34:26.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Tioman Aur</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back from &lt;s&gt;Tioman&lt;/s&gt; Aur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally back from an arduous journey up to Pulau Aur via Pulau Tinggi. It was supposed to be Tioman but due to some unexpected and unforeseen circumstances, we headed down to Pulau Aur instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd September (Thursday):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for dine (official god-sister) to come over to my place. Came and left belongings before heading down to Marina Square for some shopping. Bought a pair of heels from Tinkerbell, slightly big but it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home and mapled while waiting for my beloved father to call. Mapling mapling and more mapling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed out at 10 odd to leave the unnecessary barang barangs in the office. Off to pick dine up! Macdonald's for supper!!! Filet filet and more filet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunked in on the boat at around 1a.m after the bath to get prepared for the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd September (Friday):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7a.m to head to Pengaran for custom clearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woohoo! Bye bye club&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaving a trail...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast consisted of Nasi Lemak with one ubber big omelette and fried fish (don't ask me what fish that is, I have the faintest idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got the biggest and most pleasant surprises this trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seagulls flying around the fishing boat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man who sold 8 prawns+ a fish at S$10! Go rob the bank la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carried on with the journey after buying S$10 worth of seafood. Zzzz. Disturbing amount. So you see, my blog is arty farty and I am arty farty. Because of that, how can we leave this blog without posting some arty farty pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fishing rod&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0187.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0187.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riding on waves! Whee~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cruising along at an average speed of 13 knots, we saw some floating sacks along the way. Speculating if it could be some dead bodies or ciggies, we picked one up from the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Tinggi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Tinggi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could it be...SLIPPERS! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More shopping on a fishing trawler! Way cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fishes, fishes and more fishes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorting the buy and got bitten by the crab. Holy shit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tinggi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no joke I tell you. 8 freaking hours of ride on the boat. I thought my ass cracked! Oh, hold on, I was also burnt from the scorching sun. Have you seen a human-size lobster strutting along the street? That's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovely island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was basically the seafood that we bought. Steamed, stir-fried with garlic, fried with chilli and raw sashimi. I tell you, the worst combination was frying prawns with garlic and coriander *yuck*. If you ever try it, you will totally understand how I feel that night. Zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd September (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aww...we're in Aur!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't this remind you of Pirates of the Carribean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Row over the ocean, row over the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chalets on the hill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bigass sea cucumber...and a botak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby sea cucumber and a sea conch?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huge jellyfish...MU HOU!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freaking big shells with freaking big pebbles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My back...not trying to be melancholic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camwhoring session:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24th September (Sunday):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Set our journey at 4a.m in the morning. Dine and me continued snoozing in the bed until 10.30 when we were almost reaching the club *yawnz* what a nice sleep! Filled up the tank, had a quick lunch and we started on our washing regime! Ended at about 3.30p.m. Zzzzz...tiring. That's all folks, so stay tune!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115909361927442195?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115909361927442195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115909361927442195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115909361927442195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115909361927442195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-from-tioman-aur.html' title='Back from &lt;s&gt;Tioman&lt;/s&gt; Aur'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115881320580883646</id><published>2006-09-21T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:33:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates, updates and more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Updates, updates and more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho! Chalet ended 4 full days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance (left to right) : dine, chrissy, moos, me, buddy, doggy and xu mei mei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please help me to crop off my legs, it looks &lt;s&gt;really big&lt;/s&gt; like trotters in this pic, zzzzz. Heart attack sessions, prata eating at 3am in the morning, bbq-ing, rolling over each other, fun with KFC, booze and a hell load of otahs!!! 44 bloody otahs, somebody save me please, I'm not going to eat them anytime soon. We basically slept in late everyday and woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;Look doggy, I've updated as promised, so stop saying i'm crazy over maple and stop slapping me! Zzzzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! The three scandalous pairs? Triplets? And of course, coupled with our lovely room which is big and spacious and nice and comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 bags of items, 9 hours of sleep, 8 people, 7 types of food, 6 stayovers, 5 VCDs, 4 beds, 3 days of chalet, 2 nights and 1 lovely memory added!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I will be heading over to the club in less than 5 hours time to sleep in and clean up a little before leaving for lovely Tioman tomorrow morning. I hope I have Macdonald's breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a twin, who's so like me.&lt;br /&gt;She resembles how somebody used to be. She reminds me of her.&lt;br /&gt;Twinny and me makes me feel like how we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, my soulmate turned enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are fine, it's not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Twinny and me, we will always be =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I think I am a budding closet poet! I can't believe I am so good at this! But that's not a pseudo poem pretty please, my lovelies should understand it.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting work in Hwa Chong International coming Monday. Wish me luck. I hope I don't get sacked within 2 weeks because of poor response. Ha! Alrights peepz, I'll try to update after the Tioman trip so please stay tuned and be patient. Because good things are worth waiting for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115881320580883646?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115881320580883646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115881320580883646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115881320580883646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115881320580883646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/09/updates-updates-and-more.html' title='Updates, updates and more!'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115803309618746284</id><published>2006-09-12T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:34:40.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chalet 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why I'm blogging when I have no idea of what to write. Anyway, chalet is coming this Friday! The last chalet that the bu_3_bu_4 members had was in 2004. So now, this is the final blast before Vanez and me leave for our studies in Tassy! Loads of crap-talking, tonnes of laughter (ape's going to malaysia so we don't know who's the next target of insult), yummy-licious food and of course games games and more games!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I'm sleeping in quite a bit before the rest arrives on the first day. Like you know, it's always nice to sleep without people disturbing you after you've checked in. Of course, mummy moo and I are thinking of organising perhaps, a mini-bbq, with simple foodstuffs which are are probably buying at the last minute. Hohoho, what's fun without people shopping for groceries with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright peepz, I'll be away to Tioman on the 21st September to the 24th September with the ubber big cushion from Ikea! Stay tuned for more updates right after the chalet and the trip. I promise to fill it in with nice pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115803309618746284?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115803309618746284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115803309618746284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115803309618746284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115803309618746284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/09/chalet-2006.html' title='Chalet 2006'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115690988864475051</id><published>2006-08-30T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:36:30.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vexed to max</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vexed to max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you the commercial break will be long! Alright, at least long enough for you to go on a 10 days trip down to Hokkaido (yes yes, for fishing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying out some little programmes which are featured in the 29th August, 2006's issue of Digital Life. Nothing much really. A lot of them couldn't work out some ways or other, I'm still thinking of alternatives to solve the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/dolphin%20talk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/dolphin%20talk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/dolphin%20talk%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/dolphin%20talk%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Look! Cool? Sorry for the poor quality of the pictures. I'll try to solve it soon once I find a good editing software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And regarding that one hell of a holy cow issue I've had for weeks, I've thought it through. I've tried my best and I've really got no regrets (Sorry! No pun intended). I've gave in what I could but if I can't please her no more, then forget it. I'm tired of giving in all the time. So go ahead and scold, insult, ridicule or mock at me, I promise and swear to my floor tiles that I will not give a hoot about it. I will turn on a deaf ear. Whichever holy cow tries to talk me out of it, save your breath. I've had enough and I can't wait to fly off. If you are stressed up, I'm fcuking 100 times more stressed up than you so don't try to dictate my life.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Yeah, people's children are getting straight A's and I'm not. People's children are athletes and I'm not. People's children are scholars and I'm not. So what's the fcuking big deal? I've said what I've should and if she's not happy, fine with me, I don't care. If you want me to leave the house and stay elsewhere, I would gladly pack up and leave. I'm not giving in this time round. I'm firm in saying this. Mark my words!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine with her now but she's still pms-sy. Zzzzzz. I forgive her on account that she didn't know I had scholarship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115690988864475051?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115690988864475051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115690988864475051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115690988864475051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115690988864475051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/08/vexed-to-max.html' title='Vexed to max'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115587372477062955</id><published>2006-08-18T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T12:02:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th entry...and more to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100th entry...and more to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! I've finally hit 100! I'm not sure if I have enough time to finish what I want to say because I'm rushing to go out pretty soon. Anyway, just a short update on my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice 1: Medical Research in University of Tasmania&lt;br /&gt;Choice 2: Biomedical Science degree in University of Queensland&lt;br /&gt;Choice 3: Biomedical Science degree in University of Tasmania&lt;br /&gt;Choice 4: Undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! That was vague I know that but anyway, stay tuned for more updates right after the commercial break (which is gonna be one hell long of a commercial break). Good luck to all my fellow artistes on their examinations which is going to end pretty soon. Anyway, I'm off to pack my stuffs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115587372477062955?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115587372477062955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115587372477062955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115587372477062955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115587372477062955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/08/100th-entryand-more-to-come.html' title='100th entry...and more to come'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115583525069223176</id><published>2006-08-18T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:20:50.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieved...or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Relieved...or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results out today like after an ubber long wait. Ain't very happy with the grades but I guess I should feel contented enough. Course application tomorrow and hopefully I will get my reply soon so that will settle everything down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just look so cute even with a simple smile. That made my day, it sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take a lot for you to remember something. Because some memory are so lovely, it will be etched in your brain forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115583525069223176?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115583525069223176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115583525069223176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115583525069223176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115583525069223176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/08/relievedor-not.html' title='Relieved...or not?'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115570821616149821</id><published>2006-08-16T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:03:36.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy One Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, I meant happy one year to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year have passed and 2 more entries to hit 100. This just shows how conscientious I am in blogging. Ha! I've been very addicted in writing in chinese recently so I left blogger alone and went to seek solace with the beau----tifoooooool green organiser that I have. I'm going to get one more from ASD soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I need to side-track a bit now to promote the &lt;a href="http://www.asdsingapore.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=255&amp;Itemid=35"&gt;2007 calendar&lt;/a&gt; produced by the ASD. Please click on to the hyperlink and spend a minute or two to browse through the webpage featuring the calendar. Take note that all proceeds will go towards the ASD 2007 medical funds. You do want to help those poochies don't you? So, get ready your S$10 and go on to the nearest stores featured in the webpage. Alternatively, you can also contact me to get a calendar because I will order in bulk if there are enough people wanting to buy it (I will still sell it at the S$10 price, please give me the answers by October or November). Kindly help the dogs because it just takes a bit to show them that you care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Even though Ape keeps emphasizing that S$10 can get her 5 packets of chicken rice, it is not very true. Because I bet she spends more than S$10 a day. JUST DON'T GO TO COFFEE BEAN FOR ONE DAY AND YOU WILL HAVE THE MONEY TO BUY LIAO LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's birthday this coming Monday and we're going to have dinner down at Equinox @ Swissotel. Great! That's gonna burst my wallet and make me a pauper (not like I'm very rich now). I hope Daddy doesn't know the existence of this blog in case everything spills out of the bag, Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results out tomorrow and application on Friday, what's new? Final decision to apply for both Queensland University and University of Tasmania. Let's hope I can get into UQ because afterall being in a G8 university much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'm off to take a nap. So, meanwhile, stay tuned for more updates on ASS LIVE. This is your host, tooty. Good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115570821616149821?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115570821616149821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115570821616149821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115570821616149821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115570821616149821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-one-year.html' title='Happy One Year'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115510165716277778</id><published>2006-08-09T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:45:29.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With power comes great responsibility. I don't have any supernatural power nor do I have special abilities of any sort. But why is it that I feel such great responsibility crushing down on me? I can hardly breathe. I need a space to move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to find reasons to hide whatever that I do anymore. I'm tired now, very very tired. I don't want to walk on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have a place to hide and cry? I don't wish to please anyone anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115510165716277778?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115510165716277778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115510165716277778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115510165716277778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115510165716277778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115505280381927748</id><published>2006-08-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:00:03.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 41st Birthday Singapore! And even though I have loads of complaints, I still love this sunny little island of mine! Best wishes to Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115505280381927748?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115505280381927748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115505280381927748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115505280381927748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115505280381927748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-nation_09.html' title='Happy Birthday Nation'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115485829624373123</id><published>2006-08-06T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:44:09.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmopolitan city</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cosmopolitan city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does living in a cosmopolitan city equate to that of leading a mundane life? To a certain extent, yes! Alright, let's analyze the situation. Everybody work from Monday to Friday. Then on the Wednesday nights, some ladies will get down to the clubs and pubs to enjoy their lady's night. On a Friday night, it will most probably be some get-alongs with friends or their respective partners. Saturday is naturally reserved for shopping, shopping and more shopping. Sunday is the official Family Day and this whole process starts again on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process goes on over and over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115485829624373123?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115485829624373123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115485829624373123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115485829624373123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115485829624373123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/08/cosmopolitan-city.html' title='Cosmopolitan city'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115474856142124953</id><published>2006-08-05T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T16:15:28.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphin Lodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dolphin Lodge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright man, 6 more entries to hit the 100th target. How long ago was it that I aimed to hit 100? Klutz! Of course, like I promised, updates on the trip to dolphin lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/dolphin%20lodge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/dolphin%20lodge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to the Dolphin Lodge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was rather dampening because it rained even before we get to interact with the dolphins for the first session. So, we stayed there and waited like 9 dummys sitting under a straw cottage waiting to be collected. How mood-dampening that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look, everybody is waiting while sipping over their coffees and teas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Erhem* Let me digress a bit now. My dad is like playing the &lt;em&gt;shang hai tan &lt;/em&gt;song over his computer now and it makes me feel like laughing. I think I'm living in the 70s all of a sudden! Hang on, can somebody pass me my cheongsam and bun my hair up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, while waiting for the rain to stop so that we can go play with the dolphins, my dad went out to take pictures of the cute threesome dolphins (they were supposed to be from the same family). If you look closely enough, you will realise it's still raining while the shots were taken because there are droplets falling on the surface of the water. But of course, the pictures are so clear and beautiful because it was taken from a professional Nikon Digital SLR! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look! They're all so professional they poses for the photo shots!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our dolphin for the first interaction *drum rolls* EDDIE MURPHY!!! Don't ask me why he has that name. He's quite a funny little thing as well...erm...I mean big thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's interaction without a good belly rub?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huggies from murphy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murphy kisses! Look, he closes his eyes when kissing okay? That's so freaking sweet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy carrying Murphy. Let me tell you, he's not some light creature. He weighs a 125kg and consumes 8kg of fishes daily!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sister giving it a go! Nice shot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because Murphy is so heavy and I'm erm...so light, I need somebody to clutch me from the back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrying him together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fetching the ball!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murphy bringing back the pebble that I threw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ang moh who was...very...funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can touch the ball! Whee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Because blogger is currently down and sullen, I will be back right after the commercial break. So, stay tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Blogger is throwing a tantrum and refuses to upload my pictures! @#%^@ Arggh! Will be right back after the second commercial break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0337.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0337.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The triple jump&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all love murphy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on is the hoola actions! There will be a short video clip of how the dolphins play with their hoola! Take note of the second dolphin caught on tape. That's murphy and he was damn smart to throw the hoola nearer to us before twirling it to save energy. Kindly wait a moment for the video to upload. I don't understand why I can't seem to upload it on youtube so please make do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5177736888789172171&amp;hl=en" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murphy twirling the hoola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Synchronized leaps of faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murphy wants one last hug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dolphins say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first interaction session, the rain started coming back again so we had to wait for quite some time before we went on to the second interaction session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course I had to take some artistic pictures while waiting for the rain to stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our next session with Pluto and Oscar! They are the smartest dolphins there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vitamins to start the day with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pluto is damn long and heavy I tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mega-ultra big hug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pluto's kisses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How sweeeeeeeet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swimming with the big guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing in the moonlight, everybody's feeling warm and bright...Look, the ang moh is all smiles at the back. He claims excitedly that he has never seen nor heard of dolphins his entire life! Funny guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touch no evil!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 dolphins, 11 people and a one hell of a current!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got kisses from the two sweetie-pies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rewards are always the key to making your dolphins happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaping over the poles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magnificent right!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moonwalk on the water. Oscar didn't do it cause he was too fat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They love each other a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing to the tune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two and a half turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye bye everybody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC_0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC_0426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final hug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that kindda marks the end of the trip because after that was generally driving back to the club and washing of the boat. Hey dolphins, I will be back again to visit you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution to kids: Please do not under any situation, mimick the dolphins because they have been trained by the professionals and you have not been. So, stop acting like a spoilt brat and go back to your room and start your Enid Blyton's series. Go, go, get lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115474856142124953?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115474856142124953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115474856142124953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115474856142124953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115474856142124953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/08/dolphin-lodge.html' title='Dolphin Lodge'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115379462315132825</id><published>2006-07-25T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:41:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like aeons and aeons of years now since I have dreamt about an interaction session with dolphins. And...I'm going to get it this Saturday (Of course I had better pray that nothing had happened to the dolphin lodge and that it had yet to close down because of some unforeseen circumstances)! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/dolphins.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/dolphins.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/dolphins.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we all love dolphins don't we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/dolphins%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/dolphins%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dolphins asking for the belly-tickles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/dolphins%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/dolphins%203.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leaps of faith!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photos are taken from the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dolphinslodge.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dolphin Lodge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; website&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dolphins! I adore dolphins and even though my wish to be a dolphin trainer can't be fulfilled as yet, I will be thankful for this upcoming session. So stay tuned peeps for more updates after the weekends! ___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on, a video clip from the &lt;a href="http://www.dogsforum.sg/"&gt;Dogs Forum Singapore&lt;/a&gt; (DFS). It contains the photos of their members with their own dogs as well as the gatherings they had so far. Enjoy the clip (I particularly like the chinese song by Jacky Cheung and of course, the lovely dogs)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/VnoLjka4OWU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nongsa! Here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115379462315132825?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115379462315132825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115379462315132825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115379462315132825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115379462315132825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/07/dream-come-true_25.html' title='Dream come true'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115327880534029064</id><published>2006-07-19T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:20:07.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sea baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted in going out to sea! So, so, very very addicted! As such, I am going to head down to Sebana Coves again this coming Saturday. Great! Alright, I am going to update on our Waterfront trip as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually did nothing much there other than slacking, endless of massages as well as swimming in the wee morning. Oh, and did I not mention? We digged out mussels from the pontoon as well. It was a rather great achievement given that we only had a plastic spoon and a plastic knife used to cut birthday cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't had a chance to poke jellyfishes because there wasn't any to start with. I am going to do that this saturday. Just you wait, jellyfishes! That's the outcome you get for pricking me when I was lying innocently on the beach. TWICE AT THAT! Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy and boatman-of-the-day. Aunty! One plate of char kway teow more "hum" please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The front deck of the boat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The jet skiiers who tagged along behind us so that they won't get butt-aches!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah gua's boat. Don't ask me why his name is that. He might be a closet gay for all we know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy thought he was modelling for the table company or something to that extent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our dining table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They practise the no-smoking rule as well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby dino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overview of the pool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rickshaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The jacuzzi area where a lizard was spotted to be swimming beside Beauty Thng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hotel we were staying in! Introducing...Harris resort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The room which we got for free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sunset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After everything, we headed off for dinner at the restaurant by the side of the resort. Barbequed food with live band. We then went off for full body massage in the town. That sums off for the first day. The second day was nothing much actually. Lunch at some seafood restaurant with ubber big crabs and fish. We then head back to RSYC and cleaned the stuffs out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM A SEA BABY!!! More actions coming up when I get to learn more sea sports!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115327880534029064?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115327880534029064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115327880534029064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115327880534029064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115327880534029064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/07/sea-baby.html' title='Sea baby'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115305879614110603</id><published>2006-07-16T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:09:19.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Liquid kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were down at Liquid Kitchen @ East Coast Road for Vanez's belated birthday celebration. Nice ambience! Alright, maybe because we were there early which explains the rather empty cafe. Anyway, I love my texas wings and my ribeye steak (would have been *muacks* perfect if it didn't have black pepper as condiments). We love to eat don't we? I love the east! I adore the east! And I'm so glad I live in the east!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the thing that never changes for every single gathering we have is that peiyun always get insulted in a way or another! I must say that started all the way back during our secondary school days. Ha! Poor thing huh? But too bad! That will prolong till the day I leave for Tasmania and I bet with a million pounds that ape is going to miss all this insulting sessions. Heh! Pray that my mental age would have grown after I graduate from UTAS, then you will be spared from all of these. I can't help it if I have an inner child in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on. I've been tagged by the amazing, incredulous, marvellous beauty thng. So, hang on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 weird facts / things / habits about yourself, saying who tagged you. In the end, you'll need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names.*- no tag backs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird facts or habits about me (I don't know why they want me to do this. I don't have anything weird. Hahaha!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to mingle and play with the edge of my pillow using my thumb every night before I get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't sit cross-legged on the floor. I tuck my legs by the side of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will have a blocked nose when my legs are feeling cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love poking jellyfishes at Sebana Cove (this is one of a love-hate relationship I have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I never have a liking for smart people. Sorry, smart alecks are in the list as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to bully ape! And ape loves it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the list of 5 people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vanessa]&lt;br /&gt;[Shuting]&lt;br /&gt;[Seow Yan]&lt;br /&gt;[Huiru]&lt;br /&gt;[Peiyun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention? I love my beauty Thng and her fantabulous beauty tips! She's a diva and let's go holidaying soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115305879614110603?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115305879614110603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115305879614110603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115305879614110603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115305879614110603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/07/liquid-kitchen.html' title='Liquid kitchen'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115293383996129659</id><published>2006-07-15T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:25:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The company</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way home from Fullerton yesterday when I saw those old-school buses cruising through the roads. The old-school buses that used to ferry us around for events, competitions and field trips. That made me realise how comfort wasn't even important back in those days. It was the company that you had. It was the people who were with you throughout the trip. It was the laughter, jokes and talks that made everything cease to matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company comprises a bunch of hilariously interesting people. We never knew what were the consequences of lingering around in school. We never thought we could be good friends with the cleaning uncle. Most importantly, we never knew we could stay together till now. We nearly became a part of the school staffs with the daily patrolling along the school compound (i.e. security guards). Of course, I wouldn't hope to lose my money, like what peiyun had stated. But, I do hope that, be it 10, 20 or even 50 years down the road, we will always be together..., as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just a small request. Can anybody teach me how to type in Chinese here in blogger? Without changing the encoding of the web browser? Honestly, I'm still a Chinese and some things are better said in my own language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sense my future right now. Probably everything will settle down and finalize in a month's time when I get my results. I used to think that being a high-flyer is such an important thing. When you are a high-flyer, people will look up to you. When you are a high-flyer, people will not mock at you for being stupid and when you are a high-flyer, you can be proud of yourself. Not that I have been a high-flyer before (I'm not that brainy and remember that I said I hate smart people?). As the years go pass, I realise it's really not the process that matters anymore. It's the outcome. I hope that even if I can't enter medicine directly, I will have the faith and courage to carry via the biomedical science route even if it's going to take at least 6 years. It's really important. I don't want to let anybody and myself down anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115293383996129659?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115293383996129659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115293383996129659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115293383996129659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115293383996129659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/07/company.html' title='The company'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115229214214962445</id><published>2006-07-08T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:09:02.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been a day but yes, I had started missing her quite a bit. I never knew I will be sad when someone had to go. I thought my world revolved only around the few close friends, I thought I could only open up to them and I thought I could never trust again...You made me real once again and you just zapped me back to reality. I will be nice to strangers from now on. Thank you Eva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115229214214962445?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115229214214962445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115229214214962445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115229214214962445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115229214214962445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115220033567966541</id><published>2006-07-06T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:38:55.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Born Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eva is leaving in about 2.5 hours more. Bon Voyage dear and remember to call me when you come back to Singapore. Oh, and before I forget, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so so so (to the power of infinity) free now! These few days have been doing some job-hunting around. Not much of a result so far. But, its alright because I can sense myself having good luck for the next few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the farewell dinner for our dearest eva yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/cva%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/cva%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From left to right: Julius, Eva, Katherine, Me, Siva, Wanling, Adrian and Richard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time literally flies. It wasn't long ago when I keep complaining to mother moo about wanting to leave and now, wish granted. Now, I wish that I can go back to school again. At least, I have something to complain about. Okay, right now, pardon me for my absolute trash of a crap of English because I am still suffering from the aftermath of the alcohol. Not that I got drunk, just that I think it was stuck somewhere there, unwilling to go off and clogging my brain up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall stop right here because Eva is calling me soon and I will be back for more updates after the trip to Waterfront on Saturday. WHEN IS MY SUPPER COMING BACK!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115220033567966541?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115220033567966541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115220033567966541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115220033567966541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115220033567966541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/07/born-free.html' title='Born Free'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115192080168404359</id><published>2006-07-03T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T14:18:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we go on, we remember, all the times we, had together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as our lives change, come whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will still be, friends forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams have finally ended! Woohoo! Yipee! Now, it's slightly more than a month away to the collection of results on 17th August. Back to job-seeking action again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from my long-awaited KL trip on Saturday. It was alright seriously despite the expensive food, expensive clothes, expensive stuffs and expensive massage. What's new? I will cut everything short now and post pictures instead because I cannot bear wrecking my brain to think of what to write.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The seat where the man with the body odour sits. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Smelly%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Smelly%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The man!! Apparently, he doesn't realise he carries a repulsive smell because he raised his armpits while sleeping. That jolted the hell out of me while I was catching my forty winks! A slight resemblance to T.T Durai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magic corns from Yong Peng. Can anybody tell me why its magical?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toot in KL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The indoor amusement park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wristband ticket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dizzy Wizzy that made me giddy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is not some innocent-looking Ferris Wheel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is seemingly an easy ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The killer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, you're not on Hogwarts Express. This is one hell of a train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The indoor roller-coaster and its tracks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8814.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8814.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overview of the indoor amusement park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The japanese restaurant with its conveyor belts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a pair of chopsticks, get it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You do not want your fingers to be eaten, do you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The massage parlour with steam bath thrown into the package&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, the steam have gotten into my head. I look like a retard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the steam bath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking tired after the steam bath. EVA STILL SO HYPED!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8923.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8923.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hongkong dimsum restaurant + spring rolls + yuan yang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinatown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their very own local Burberry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The train station&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The platform&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The train!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And finally..., we went to the twin tower on the final day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to queue for ages before being able to get a ticket for a 10 minutes journey up to the bridge. I was kindda pissed while queuing because my dear friends, you all know how much I hate queuing. Also, some irritating people had to dance and prance around like monkeys, trying to attract attention. Hello please, you are not even the attraction here. Okay, forgive the fact. The most annoying was that there are so many people queuing in front of us getting additional tickets just so that they can sell it in the black market for approximately RM40 bucks! Can you kindly rob the bank beside the queue? This is absolute nonsense! Preposterous! If I had a bucket of water, it would probably end up all over their clothings. Bugging low-life mortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The long queue and extending!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Irritating%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Irritating%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Irritating%20man%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Irritating%20man%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irritating man who dance and prance around like a monkey. He thought I was taking a picture of him! But, okay, I was, to show you guys how sick someone can be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/black%20market%20woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/black%20market%20woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woman selling tickets in the black market. Hideous creature. She asked for 12 tickets but got snubbed at. Ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bridge and our green passes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9221.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9221.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lift buttons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye bye KL, bye bye federal hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our coach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bean bear and the bus ticket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN9310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN9310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're leaving...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that sort of sums up my KL trip. I'm just simply too lazy to upload all the 400+ photos. I've made the photos gone through stringent check before I post them up. If there are any offensive pictures of any sort, then too bad. Oh, one last thing before I forget, there will be a chalet held on the 2nd week of September for the bu_3_bu_4 members. Kindly inform me or ape of your date of availability. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115192080168404359?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115192080168404359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115192080168404359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115192080168404359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115192080168404359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-beginning.html' title='New beginning'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-115042877380410623</id><published>2006-06-16T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:54:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish and prawns</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fish and prawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the prawns started asking the fishes, "WHERE THE HELL ARE MY FISH FEEDS!?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fishes replied in a rather indignant tone, "Holy shit! You're a prawn!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! How time flies man, it's been almost a month since I last updated and now, 10 more days to the end of my examinations and 4 more killers to go. I felt my life nearly being drained away by the papers. Sad, tough life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I think I am losing my memory at an exceptional rate, since..., God knows when. Might be a blessing in disguise anyway. But..., I will never forget that day at airport. Period. Short but sweet time. Happy and unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC02028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC02028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner @ Marrybrown - S$6.95&lt;br /&gt;Drinks @ Mr Bean - S$1.50&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous @ Cold storage - S$1.00&lt;br /&gt;Fun with dustbin @ Airport - Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't buy some things with money. For everything else, flash your card or dump a wad of bills on the counter and say, "LIM BEI WANNA PAY BY CASH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC02029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC02029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness are just like wrinkles. You can't hide them. Even if you try to conceal, it will slowly creep back to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-115042877380410623?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/115042877380410623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=115042877380410623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115042877380410623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/115042877380410623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/06/fish-and-prawns.html' title='Fish and prawns'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114795159952223101</id><published>2006-05-18T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:26:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends United:Crude but Kinky</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends United:Crude but Kinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who cares about the facts and myths now? I just want to update the final time before examinations start next week. Alright, alright, I care but I have not much time now to waste. So, let's start now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days to the first examination.&lt;br /&gt;39 more days to the final examination.&lt;br /&gt;41 more days to KL trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 more papers to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go shopping, bowling, drinking and playing at KL!!! Federal, here I come! Massage, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything ends, it's time to start heading back to the society for a temporary job again. I need the money man. I need to buy my stuffs for the further education! Okay, I'm going off to study again. So random...hoo, sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114795159952223101?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114795159952223101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114795159952223101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114795159952223101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114795159952223101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/05/friends-unitedcrude-but-kinky.html' title='Friends United:Crude but Kinky'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114674089971674012</id><published>2006-05-04T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:08:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiatus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myth: Carbon dioxide emissions from burning fossil fuels are the primary cause of global warming, and the Earth's temperature can be expected to rise between 2.5 and 10.4 degrees Fahrenheit in this century&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fact: There are many indications that carbon dioxide does not play a significant role in global warming. Dr. Lindzen estimates that a doubling of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere would produce a temperature increase of only one degree Celsius. In fact, clouds and water vapour appear to be far more important factors related to global temperature. According to Dr. Lindzen and NASA scientists, clouds and water vapour may play a significant role in regulating the Earth's temperature to keep it more constant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.nationalcenter.org/EarthDay02Myths.html"&gt;Earth Day 2002 Fact Sheet&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had better come back to update a little before my blog gets torn down and blazed with a torch. At this point of time, we cannot condone terroristic actions of any sort. Yes, you got it there, the Elections is coming really soon! 2 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. I will be down at Nongsa during the Vesak's day long weekend holidays. If Geraldine is coming along, we will catch jellyfishes and oompa loompas (stop disrupting my fantasy for Charlie and the chocolate factory) for you guys! Fancy a blue one, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down. 20 more days to the first practical paper and Statistics 1. 1 month and 22 more days to the last paper. Done. I'm either going to make it or break it. I just picked Ondre up from his grooming session. My darling looks like a gem now! Pure and pink. Clean and spanky. Perky babeh! We all love Ondre don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A site for all dog lovers! &lt;a href="http://www.2islanddog.com/"&gt;2IslandDog - Pet products&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have a certain liking for any products, please inform me so that we can buy them together and save the delivery costs! There are certain products on offer currently, so peepz, what are still waiting for!? Get a toy for your dogs, chickens and turtles now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on. For the beach lovers! &lt;a href="http://www.rave.com.sg"&gt;Rave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A site on the different kind of beach wears and bikinis sold right here in Singapore. Once again, if you had taken a fancy on any of the pieces, you can get more information from me since my sister is working for the distributor right now. I might be able to get some discounts for you guys, depending on the pieces you have chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to earn my first S$8000 so that I can fulfil my wants as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.nikon.com.sg/productitem.php?pid=879-de759803de"&gt;http://www.nikon.com.sg/productitem.php?pid=879-de759803de&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          Nikon Coolpix S6&lt;br /&gt;Approximately S$700-S$800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://pc.toshiba-asia.com/product/products.jsp"&gt;http://pc.toshiba-asia.com/product/products.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Toshiba tablet&lt;br /&gt;Approximately S$3500-S$4000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com.sg/ipodnano/"&gt;http://www.apple.com.sg/ipodnano/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Ipod nano&lt;br /&gt;Approximately S$438 (according to package ape introduced - 4gb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nike sunshade.&lt;br /&gt;    Approximately S$200-S$300. No website to show model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off again. More homework and revision to cover. I'LL-BE-BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114674089971674012?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114674089971674012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114674089971674012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114674089971674012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114674089971674012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/05/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114334644685494022</id><published>2006-03-26T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:14:06.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rather random entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rather random entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myth: Ondre weighs a ton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fact: Ondre has a capability of drowning flies with his urine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Small note: Instead of the frequent dosage of vocabularies, I will replace it with myths and facts of any kind relating to animals, humans, etc. So, stay tune peepz, who knows your name might be up there one of these days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually planning to hit the 100th entry this holidays. Apparently, this plan has to go down. 19 more entries to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing much to say actually. Just blogging for the sake of blogging. Alright, a brief update of my pathetically short holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (20th March): Enquiries about application for New Zealand education. Apparently, we had to wait for quite some time because that office is pathetically small and I thought as usual an appointment wasn't needed. So nevermind, I've got what I wanted and I will head down tomorrow again to complete the rest of the procedures. After all these will be the anticipation of successful application. I really hope I will be able to enter Veterinary science in Massey University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (21st March): Sentosa outing with the..."class". Alright, it was supposed to be a rather big gathering with at least 9 people. Eventually, only 4 turned up. So the quest begins with ben, ling, maggie and me! We went to try out the whole new luge and got a cheap deal for it. 8 rides for a wholesome $35.50, great man. It was raining almost the whole of that day so most of our plans were thwarted but still, we had fun! 4D cinemax in between luge and lunch. That was god-damn hilarious. The effects and the storyline. Not forgetting all the free kicks I get as an Islander =). BK lunch as usual in Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;After Sentosa, I went on to celebrate Chrissy's birthday down at My Secret Garden. Nice place, great ambience, delicious food but mediocre service. So we had fun because we prevented ape from watching DA CHANG JIN and we had "dao huey" at Rochor Beancurd down at Selegie Road. Macdonald's at Peace Centre after that. Ape left me to wait for 64 on my own and this uncle smelling like a truckload of fish came up the bus. Thanks ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday (22nd March): Slacked at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday (23rd March): Tennis with Geraldine and Ape. Alright, so she's not Roger Federer for nothing, I felt like a tennis moron playing with a tennis professional. Wanna see how Roger Federer plays with a commoner, you get it there at St Wilfrid Sports Complex. Nice workout having to play against two people. More tennis coming on, catch our actions at ASS LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday (24th March): Slacked at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (25th March): Slacked at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (26th March): Kayaking later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all, so stay tune peepz with more life updates right after the commercial breaks. Have a break, have a kit-kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114334644685494022?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114334644685494022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114334644685494022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114334644685494022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114334644685494022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/03/rather-random-entry.html' title='Rather random entry'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114274137383032539</id><published>2006-03-19T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:09:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: amalgam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any of various alloys of mercury with other metals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A combination of diverse elements; a mixture &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Updates on zoo and australian education fair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Australian Education Fair was rather small and I think it almost went unnoticed being packed to the end of Level 4 amidst the ultra crowded Food Festival. So, we registered using the old school RED LEAF pen provided. We love RED LEAF don't we? After that, we headed off to the exhibition with an entrance pack containing information of the universities and colleges participating in the exhibition. Honestly, I don't really know what's the point of me going to the exhibition other than applying for the Bachelor of Science in University of Melbourne. Managed to see Katherine's lover boys though. Mother Moo and I then proceeded to tearing off the form from the booklet before searching frantically for a black pen. We headed back to the registration counter and filled up part of the form using a blue pen before sneaking back to the exhibition with a black pen left on the counter. So, I continued filling up the rest of the form and photocopied my certificates and relevant documents before handing in the form to the education agency. 100 bucks waived off! 100 bucks saved! So I'm quite glad I didn't send in my own application lest the money will have to be wasted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed off to the Food Festival after that. Walked to the various stalls when I was caught by these small glass bottles containing soyabean milk, coke, sprite and the different kinds of drinks. Thinking back, I last drank such stuff from a glass bottles ages ago. We continued touring the exhibition after that and was captivated by quite a few food items here and there. Next on, we shared a bowl of shark's fin stew. Last but not least, we ended up with four&lt;em&gt; kueh pa tie&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next on. Marina Square. We shopped around the various stalls before ending up at Rastafari where mother moo was nice enough to get me a bracelet. Yes, A NEW ORANGE BRACELET! So mother moo was enchanted or rather intrigued by the music and songs in Rastafari. We stayed there for some time before moving on to have a bowl of chicken rice. After food, we moved on to Suntec City to take a look at shoes. Apparently, Converse seems to have gone missing. God knows where it moved to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last destination. Geylang's Rochor Beancurd. Delicious man! I'm gonna have one more later on with Vanessa. So well, thank you mother moo for the trip down to the exhibition and sorry for being late for the first time. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exotic man performing on this pipe made of wood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entering the zoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a look at this. You need to pay 5 bucks for taking photos of these birds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01804.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01804.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait Vanessa! You need to pay for taking this as well!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just keep swinging swinging over the treetops...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peeka-boo, I can't seeeeeee youuuuuuuuu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;@%&amp;^%@@&amp;amp; APE'S SWEARING! WHAT THE-----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's this flamboyant thing doing down here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01809.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01809.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01809.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mandarin geese? Great, I'm Chinese too, let's talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeding session. We all love food don't we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01811.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really don't know what's his name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slow...and...steady...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01815.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01815.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pick me! Pick me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01816.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01816.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Snarls* Whatcha' looking at?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*whispers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;lalalala...bathing time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop snapping will ya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This moron actually dumped his waste into the water when we walked past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a peacock. Pea as in peacock. Cock as in talk cock!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our national treasure, orang utans. Wave people, wave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01827.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01827.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nono. That's not one of those animals in zoo. It's just us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help thinking this is a giant sea cucumber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;...there she goes, there she goes again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Introducing...the JACKASS PENGUINS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erm...I can't see this thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;S-l-o-w----l-o-r-i-s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand up, hands together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey sexay, ain't that a nice pose?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiak hiak hiak...let's hope nobody sees what I'm doing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01844.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01844.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonic's the hedgehog. So this must be Milo the Porcupine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*bows*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew a prairie dog looks like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now obviously this doesn't look like a sea cucumber anymore. Wait, it looks like tiles&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell no crush! Don't getcha ass outta tank&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bonnie lies over the ocean...my bonnie lies over the sea...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01859.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01859.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01861.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01861.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01861.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01861.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eating grass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*peeks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am cow...hear me moo, I weigh twice as much as you...Moooooo&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I do than to sleep and eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feathers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know when this was taken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;See the bird on top?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01881.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01881.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pigs flown from Papau New Guinea!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suave isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey look. I've got the groove, I've got the style&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the dog show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mice running on the pipes. Seen it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brandy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reptile garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh give me a home...where the buffalo roams, where the deer and the antelope plays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tribal man who took *erhem* someone by force and ordered her to shoot balloons down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;One banana two banana three banana four, five banana six banana many many more, hey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't knew monkeys can swim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;SNAKE! SNAKE! and...a botak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philip...THE SEALION!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snake...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snake...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And more snakes!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a big big turtle...in a big big world...it's not a big big thing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fairytales without prince and their asses...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ba....ba....ba....BOON!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coconut crabs...what a piece of crap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roaches...roaches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stingray anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;B-is-for---Butterfly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the jungle, the lion jungle...the lion sings tonight *roar*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Giraffe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us and giraffe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zebra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lazing happily...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random shots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You raised me up so I can stand on mountains...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Polar "breathless" bear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunbear sun-tanning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camel nuts...yummy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look what he's doing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hippopotamusssss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSC01980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSC01980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My KANGA!!!! kanga kanga kanga...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/sizhao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/sizhao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the bus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/sizhao(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/sizhao%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That sums up our day in the zoo. Sorry for the late update of pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114274137383032539?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114274137383032539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114274137383032539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114274137383032539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114274137383032539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/03/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114173292216069567</id><published>2006-03-07T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:39:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massey, massey, massey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Massey, massey, massey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: expropriate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To deprive of possession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To transfer (another's property) to oneself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Latest updates for my March holidays!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16th (Thursday): Release of 3rd Edexcel examinations results. Zoo! (down)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17th (Friday): Sentosa with Geraldine (down)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18th (Saturday): Aussie Fair (down)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19th (Sunday): Notes taking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20th (Monday): Massey application &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21st (Tuesday): Sentosa. Christie's birthday celebration @ My Secret Garden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22nd (Wednesday): Free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23rd (Thursday): Free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24th (Friday): Free &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26th (Saturday): Free &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27th (Sunday): Free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM NOT SO FREE EVERYDAY! I will try and fill up the gaps hopefully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Term examinations are approaching this coming Thursday and we only got the timetable today. Great isn't it? Anyway, this week I'm having it easy with only math papers on Friday. Tennis today at Bukit Ho Swee. Virgin trip there and we're having it great. Well, at least we don't have to face professionals playing because there's only a single solitude court down there. So tired right now, so going to rot now. I am cow~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114173292216069567?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114173292216069567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114173292216069567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114173292216069567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114173292216069567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/03/massey-massey-massey.html' title='Massey, massey, massey'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114156342284566431</id><published>2006-03-05T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:57:02.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: pied-a-terre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A secondary or temporary place of lodging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, hear me moo&lt;br /&gt;I weigh twice as much as you&lt;br /&gt;And i look good on the barbecue&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt, curd, cream cheese and butter's&lt;br /&gt;Made from liquid from my udders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, i am cow, hear me moo (moo)&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, eating grass&lt;br /&gt;Methane gas comes out my ass&lt;br /&gt;And out my muzzle when i belch&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the ozone layer is thinner&lt;br /&gt;From the outcome of my dinner&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, i am cow, i've got gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, here i stand&lt;br /&gt;Far and wide upon this land&lt;br /&gt;And i am living everywhere&lt;br /&gt;From b.c. to newfoundland&lt;br /&gt;You can squeeze my teats by hand&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, i am cow, i am cow&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, i am cow, i am cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this song from me if you find the lyrics hilariously interesting =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love weekends don't we? 2 more weeks to Australia Education Fair and I'm getting my written forecasted grades this week, can't wait to see my testimonial although it's supposedly to be confidential. But, who cares!? 11 more days to the release of the results for my 3rd Edexcel examinations. I am trying to be extremely random. No, I am random now because I cannot figure what to write about and I am rather sceptical about the new life awaiting for me abroad. Alright, fine, fine, I am scared yeah? I cannot foresee the future now, I cannot imagine what life will be in the future. So, don't let me worry, just let me continue this happy life for the time being. Happiness is short-lived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the moonlight, everybody's feeling warm and bright. It's such a fun and natural sight, everybody's dancing in the moonlight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114156342284566431?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114156342284566431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114156342284566431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114156342284566431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114156342284566431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/03/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114144792808298535</id><published>2006-03-04T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:28:45.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: dilettante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dabbler in an art or a field of knowledge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lover of the fine arts; a connoisseur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a dilettante!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner at Newton Food Centre yesterday. Perfect. Just what I could have asked for as a small gathering (excluding the fact that we got lost because apparently ape cannot differentiate left and right when we asked for directions, psst). Everything turned out fun and hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;************************************************************************************ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.30pm: Vanez and I met up at Novena Square. After straying around for a while, we decided to share a large mashed potato to counter the hunger pangs. There was absolutely nothing much Novena Square had to offer so we head down to Newton in search of the food centre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.10pm: Reached the destination. Searched the road maps. No signs of food centre. Got out of station and didn't see anything resembling that of a food centre. Went back to the station control. Checked map again and walked out of station to look for the food centre. Didn't managed to see anything again. Went back to station control for the second time (Look how much time we had to spare). Called huiru and christie. Apparently they were just on their way. Consulted station master on the exact location of the food centre. Appalled by his reply. He said, "You know where is the old one? If you don't know, it's very hard to tell you how to walk to the new one". Great, if I knew I wouldn't need to ask you. Called ape. Ape directed me to get out from station via exit B upon which I will see a toilet. There will also be bus stop after I exit. Turn left after seeing the bus stop. We did as instructed and found ourselves sprayed by mist coming out from a building. After walking some distance, no bridge spotted. We decided to follow our own intuition. Finally relented and asked Passerby A who looked rather displeased with us halting her for nothing. Passerby A gave useful information and we found the bridge mentioned in the conversation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.35p.m: Arrived at Newton Food Centre. Ordered drinks while waiting for fellow comrades to arrive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.40p.m: After persistent questioning from the aunty, we ordered a plate of char kway teow. Keep noticing aunty who had an extremely striking hairdo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.45p.m: Ape arrived in a sexy red t-shirt and shorts. Distributed chocolates as our valentine's day gift. Told us about her weird dream, apparently about some instant messaging joke. Daft. Keep thinking about what aunty looked like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.50p.m: All our food arrived and we started digging in. Suddenly, my senses were jolted. Apparent mentioned aunty looked like roadrunner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't meant by this roadrunner which lived in the desert:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/ScreenShot013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I meant by this roadrunner:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/ScreenShot014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beep beep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's digress a little from here since we are at my forte, cartoons! So you see, ape being an ape, needs to have a change of identity from time to time. So Vanez started saying she must be Wile.E.Coyote, self proclaimed super genius.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/ScreenShot016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's an uncanny resemblance though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, since everything needs to have an identity, I would proudly say Newton Food Centre resembles this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/ScreenShot017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sexy french skunk, Pepe Le Pew! A skunk being a skunk stinks and that a food centre being a food centre stinks as well. But the food is just extremely appealing and whet your appetite even before your try it. Just like the skunk which is so irresistable! Go on, what you waiting for? Visit looney tunes' characters at Newton Food Centre today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/ScreenShot018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.00p.m: Comrades arrived with moo nearly lost on the way there. Comrades sat down while ape distributed her chocolates again. Hailed aunty roadrunner for menu and ordered sambal kangkong and stingray (this is damn good I'd say. Shall pester daddy to go there). Food arrived and I lost track of time after that. Subsequently we ordered chicken wings, satay and fish ball soup and not forgetting cans and cans of drinks. As usual, all the gossiping sessions while eating and Christie being Christie will rant on and on about endless of stuffs. Yes, that's her, our beloved Christie Han who said she wants to get caught by the police by staying out after 11.00p.m (that's only for minors below 17! duh).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.30p.m: Food cleared, table cleared. Stomach bloated, cans empty. We left the food centre and proceeded to walking to somewhere where ape can get a drink. Not long after, we arrived at the new KK Hospital. Instead of going into the hospital, we proceeded walking and finally arrived at Tekka Mall where we visited the lavatory and ape insisted that she wants to eat Red ruby. Red ruby it shall be so we settled inside the food court and they ordered desserts. Continued our long talk and endless gossips while ape tried to finish her Red ruby and complained that the coconut milk inside the ice is very fattening. Women!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.30p.m: Walked to Bugis Junction and realised that there's nothing much for us to do there since the shops are all closing soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.00p.m: Linger around for a while &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.05p.m: Ape called and requested me to thank everyone on her behalf. Christie acted like she was extremely touched by that gesture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.10: Head down to National Library and sat outside the library where an exhibition stall was located and we helped ourselves to the chair. Surprisingly, the library had some events going on and the door was left opened so we were treated to the breeze coming from the air-conditioning system. Continued our gossips and some other topics. There seemed to be so much to talk about. So many things, so little time! The irony of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11.10p.m: Left for home by bus service 80. End my day with a smile. End my day with a joy. Most importantly, end my day with another unforgettable memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114144792808298535?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114144792808298535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114144792808298535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114144792808298535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114144792808298535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/03/be-happy.html' title='Be happy'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114129380966156394</id><published>2006-03-02T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:37:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 detestable things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 detestable things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: malaise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vague feeling of bodily discomfort, as at the beginning of an illness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A general sense of depression or unease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing beats coming home after walking 3 hours under the blazing sun and enjoying a glass of ice cold water! (sadly it's not tiger beer) Now what? I've been tagged by seow yan again. This topic is relatively fun so I shall spare some time now to post this up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rules: The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different expectations of their perfect lover. You will need to mention the gender of your lover. Tag 8 victims afterwhich and let them know you tagged them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARGET: Guys(for girls) Girls(for guys)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's mine:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferred gender: Guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EIGHT FACTORS:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfect lover cannot be older than me by more than 3 years or younger than me by more than 1 year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfect lover has to be a sweetie-pie and considerate. No over-the-mountain ego nor strong male chauvinistic characters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfect lover must not be too intelligent. For friends who have read my humble blog for quite some time must have known that I hate intellectuals or at least people who claim to be intellectuals *roll eyeballs*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfect lover has to be a sports lover, preferably water sports for example, kayaking, swimming, canoe polo, water polo, sailing, etc. This can ensure him to be tanned and sunny looking!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfect lover has to be at least 1.70m. Fine, fine, fine, I know I'm not tall but sometimes a nice bod have to match with an acceptable height so that it will look compatible. Nobody likes a short height with an overly muscular body right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfect lover must have pleasant looks and relatively nice features. Big eyes with nice eye brows as well as a great smile is extremely captivating! Okay, I know nobody looks perfect unless we are talking about manga characters in Final Destiny or Cardcaptor Sakura&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfect lover cannot have extremely different social life or moral values from me. I mean you can't expect me to hang out with someone who loves shopping the whole day and enjoys dressing up more than I do. Most importantly, I cannot stand dating someone who thinks one-night stand is totally cool and important in life. I wouldn't want to end up like the girl in the sex scandal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfect lover cannot have too much hair on his legs (preferably hairless) and must shave his facial hair frequently to avoid looking like billy goat. Yes, this is dead important and I think it's the first criteria of what I look for in a perfect lover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay for now. These are just what I look for in a perfect lover, it might not be this case for my real lover though. Obviously I wouldn't know what a kangaroo's social life and moral values are. Maybe I will learn hopping soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next on, the ten things that I cannot stand people doing when they are on board a bus (the items are list in order with the 10th being the most irritating and I totally abhor it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peeking at people's messages when they are either too bored or simply big kaypos! C'mon man, where's your sense of decency, kindly respect people's privacy because I bet with a pound you wouldn't like having your messages peeked at as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hovering over the person so that you can catch a glimpse at the content of the magazine or newspaper the person is reading. I wouldn't mind if the person doesn't hover and block the barely visible light available in the bus. Next time when I see a person hovering over me and blocking all the light thus resulting in me being unable to continue with my novel, I'm so gonna smack the book at his/her face!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people literally throw themselves towards the seat at though they weigh a tonne and apparently this action makes me jolt with a shock at times or wake me up from my slumber. I mean honestly if you lost your balance because the bus is moving, I wouldn't have mind but this guy apparently sat down while the bus was stationary just now and he had to dump his whole weight on the seat beside me. I nearly felt I was being jolted out of my seat. Shit you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who keeps flaunting their ringtones in the bus. I don't get it. Fine if you have a latest 3G phone or a phone which has enough memory for you to store you mp3. You don't have to flaunt it in the bus and blasting the sound like there's no tomorrow. Yeah, continue flaunting and let's see if some phone-snatcher will leave u crying and sobbing for your lost item.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who refuses to move in to the end of the bus so that others can get in. They will give tonnes and loads of excuses such as, "oh, cannot move in liao la, no more space" (apparently you can see a huge gap towards the end of the bus) or "later I need to alight that time need to walk all the way out" (alright and their destination is like 10 stops away).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who keeps complaining that the air-conditioning system in the bus is really terrible and that the bus is extremely smelly. Hello! It's a public transport. So what now? You expect limousine style leathered seats with champagne just in front of you coupled with a really stylo-milo stereo system and blasting air-conditioners? You might be the one who smells anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who talks (God knows how many decibels higher) so loudly as though the conversation was meant for all the commuters. Refer to blog entry which reported on woman who was allegedly too irresistable that her hairdresser decided to fall in love with her but was rejected (affairs of the heart, how tragic). Some of these might prove to be more of a humourous event rather than an irritating incident. But, this woman that I met on the bus one day actually spews a whole string of vulgarities blatantly and loudly whilst having a conversation with whoever that was sitting beside her. Nevermind about that, we are talking about a repetition of similar obscenities being screamed out. Chee bye and fuck were all she knows *applause please audience*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The second runner-up. People who jostle and shuffle up the bus because they saw this single available seat at the end of the bus. When you thought you were going up the bus then somebody cuts the queue. See just how nice people can get. So it's alright. I'd reckoned they had been starving for ages and that single seat available looked like a piece of honey-baked ham. Who knows right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The runner-up. People who digs their nose blatantly in front of you especially when you are in those long seats that have people seated parallel to you and facing you. Nevermind if they start digging their nose with their index finger because they must have found a joy in doing this. This might be able to cure them of some infactuations you know. But..., WHY MUST THEY FLICK THE PIECE OF MUCUS AROUND!? Goodness gracious goddess me...Thank goodness, I'm USUALLY opposite so I presume the mucus will not be able to fly that far, according to the force exerted and the mass of the mucus (physics theory again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The champion! People who hit the warmed-up seats as though there are fleas coming out from others' ARSE! I totally abhor these uncivilised, uncouth, stupid, irritating and barbaric behaviour! The worst thing is that these people will looked disgusted at the thought of sitting on a seat that others have warmed up and start whacking the seat with their hands as though it has committed some heinous crimes. I do not wish to start stereotyping but most of these people are actually those oh-so-holy aunties and uncles who claims that kids these days have no manner. (recall: the aunty in the train who said I have no etiquette. Yes, no etiquette but air tickets got a dozen. Interested in any?) Great, tell me more about the pot calling the kettle black. This is so true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photo updates from Sebana Cove:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8009.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8028.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN8034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN8034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114129380966156394?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114129380966156394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114129380966156394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114129380966156394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114129380966156394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/03/10-detestable-things.html' title='10 detestable things'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114095764645315575</id><published>2006-02-26T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:40:46.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress is a lethal poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stress is a lethal poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: apothegm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A terse, witty, instructive saying; a maxim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Sebana cove (somewhere close to Kota Tinggi where the gargantuas, hairy native man was spotted) a few hours back. Locked amongst the hills and mountains and basking in the tranquility of the river. Ahhh! How much more can one expect? So, this sets me to my aspiration of owning a plot of land down where the New Zealanders are, lying on patches of grass fields and milking COWS for a living! Moooo...(No pun intended. No, not referring to mother moo here). Yes, I'm completely tanned right now due to the kayaking sessions. I still can't handle the acrobat *shrugs*. If there was a choice, I will pack up and bring Ondre along to live in recluse. Pictures will be up soon if I do remember to upload it. By the way, I caught fireflies during the river tour and yes, how tiny can they be. Miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do women have menopause!? WHY WHY WHY!? But then, its alright. But heck! Why must I be the target of the hormonal-inbalance-acting-up-due-to-some-physical-changes-in-a-women's-body. Can anybody explain this implicit phenomena to me? I just simply cannot fathom what I am supposed to do or say. Everything seems wrong anyway. Now, who the hell say that this is a good year for rabbit, please step out, hang yourself on the edges of the parapet, slap yourself silly and get some help from people to start throwing bananas at you! As for the book that I bought, apparently out of boredom and thought I had too much money to spare will have it's fate down in the furnace. Good luck book and unless you remained unscathed, I will not even bother collecting your remains. So now, stress is not the fundamental of success, it's a lethal poison. Together with external factors, I'm being attacked inside out! Who cares now. I'm living and still carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a big hoo-haa over the media and the virtual world about this video clip apparently uploaded from a girl's handphone. Looks like the saying, "Curiosity kills the cat" is really true. Well, I happened to get a glimpse through the video and Lo and Behold! Ugly scenes. Ugly facets of life. Ugly feelings of human. Ugly truth. Ugly morals. I was feeling rather distraught after the apparent viewing of the clip. Didn't realised such a thing actually exists. Coming to think of it, the female lead is even younger than me. So now, what has Civics and Moral Education and the Sex Education done to young people like them? It seemed to have made them more liberal. If one day I happened to chanced upon such a clip of my friends, I'd probably foamed at the mouth, shrivel up and turn green at the first sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on. Australia Education Fair on the 18th and 19th March 2006. Anybody interested? I've registered online for the Early bird lucky draw but apparently the registration seems to be dated for 2005. I've registered anyway so I'm hoping for the chance to win the U2 ipod. Okay, I am a cheapo, so what!? Just in time for my 3rd results so I'm hoping for a better chance to enter the courses that I want to. Goodbye to me, Singapura!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114095764645315575?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114095764645315575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114095764645315575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114095764645315575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114095764645315575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/02/stress-is-lethal-poison.html' title='Stress is a lethal poison'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114027124700701531</id><published>2006-02-18T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:00:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Living my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: canard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: An unfounded or false, deliberately misleading story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having my small talk with Vanez just now and yet another amazing discovery. Nobody seems to care anymore. I used to have a secretary who is *erhem* Vanez, who would remind me of the daily tests and activities. I used to have a full mother who would care about my well-being and my safety. I used to have a dad who will give advices and of course make fun of me with his hallucinated product. I used to have an ape whom I can always make fun of. I used to have 2 delirious sisters who have quite a lot of gadgets and gizmos up their sleeves (Sorry, I mean tricks). I used to see a pair of chopsticks (now we know that so there's no need to ask) walking about in class. I used to have a doggie right there in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost all these memories because I have to grow up. But, I will bring it along with me as long as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114027124700701531?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114027124700701531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114027124700701531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114027124700701531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114027124700701531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/02/living-my-life.html' title='Living my life'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114018806022285534</id><published>2006-02-17T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:54:20.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Oath</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship Oath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: imbue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: To inspire or influence thoroughly; pervade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of extreme boredom, I have decided to write up a friendship oath. So, fellow peers, please abide by it and start taking your oath now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, _______(insert name), hereby vows to abide and follows the following friendship oath and&lt;br /&gt;not to withhold the truth but to tell the truth and only the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you swear to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;go through thick and thin together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;endure through sun and wind together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;separate only when the earth crumbles and the sky falls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;part only in death&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;live in harmony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay...right now, it's up till here, I can't think of 10 oaths to adhere to! So yeah, please send your suggestions pals!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114018806022285534?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114018806022285534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114018806022285534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114018806022285534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114018806022285534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/02/friendship-oath.html' title='Friendship Oath'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-114008529893061899</id><published>2006-02-16T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:21:38.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If life's a bed of roses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If life's a bed of roses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: paterfamilias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A man who is the head of a household or the father of a family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life's a bed of roses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sneeze till I die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a splitting headache today so no school for me. As such, I've decided to blog a random entry since I have got nothing much to do now. Holidays will be approaching soon on the 17th March and I want to line up a series of programmes for this pathetic one-week holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th (Thursday) : Results released&lt;br /&gt;17th (Friday) : Kayaking 2 star course&lt;br /&gt;18th (Saturday) : Kayaking 2 star course&lt;br /&gt;19th (Sunday) : Kayaking 2 star course&lt;br /&gt;20th (Monday) : Free&lt;br /&gt;21st (Tuesday) : Sentosa trip&lt;br /&gt;22nd (Wednesday) : Free&lt;br /&gt;23rd (Thursday) : Free&lt;br /&gt;24th (Friday) : Free&lt;br /&gt;25th (Saturday) : Free&lt;br /&gt;26th (Sunday) : Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me fill up my timeslot by asking me out to either 1. go crazy 2. go have fun 3. celebrate your birthday 4. go tanning somewhere along the shorelines of Singapore 5. go fine dining in those tall, red velvet chairs 6. go do anything you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School work is getting so hectic now I don't know when and what to start revising. I am getting so tired with benzene and all the mechanisms, with differentiation, with uniform gravitational field and all the charges. Whoever said that life's a bed of roses should get shot dead, hanged on the outside of a parapet and get exposed to the elements of the Earth, Pffff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a lighter note, happier things are coming my way. I've got myself a new Billabong wallet last Friday and a Billabong "HUMONGOUS" pencil case on Tuesday (look, that's a Valentine's Day gift for myself since I had no date *shrugs*). So, I had my Valentine celebration with ling, kat, eva, claud and her friend. Eventually, we ended up in this Jazz pub somewhere along Boat Quay. Unfortunately, we had lessons the next morning lest we could have stayed back for the live band performance at 9.30pm. As usual, we had our "nuts-war" with each other by throwing peanuts into beer, catching it with the mouth after throwing it up the air and throwing it to each other's mouth. I've come to realise that my body isn't really suitable for nightlife because I became really tired soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found: remains of a dead insect in Vanessa's textbook.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that lor, it made me laugh to myself amidst Chemistry lessons like I'm some looney having nothing better to do but to talk to the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem with the local entertainment industry lately? They seem to have nothing better to do but to hail people from all walks of life to start joining them for some "idolistic" competitions that just keeps on popping up. If everybody can be an idol, who's gonna support all these so-called idols? Well, what do they do after that? Simple. They get stupid television addicts cum intellectually-challenged and ignorant teeny-boopy teenagers to blindly start voting for these "idols" unless you want to see your favourite guy/girl getting boot out of the competition. I don't mean by one or two calls for a particular person you support. It can go so crazy that some will even fork out hundreds a month just to ensure their "idol" remains in the competition. Yes, that's what they do and poor parents start forking out their monthly salary to feed the bloodsucking telecommunication company and the never-ending competitions that just changes their theme from time-to-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there's Singapore Idol. Then, there's Project Superstar. Next on, it's Staridol and wait, we have the Superhost as well. If that isn't enough, we've got Campus superstar, Superband and the second series of Singapore Idol. Not forgetting the fellow peers from Suria and Vasantham Central joining in with some other competitions of the same sort. So, when is this vicious cycle going to end? It's nonetheless interesting in the beginning but as the competition gets heated up, more and more investments have to be made just to support these "idols" to ensure that they can win. Novelty wears off, please create better and more interesting programmes. Now look, one year after Singapore Idol, where the hell is Sylvester Sim and Taufik? Whatever, point noted so I shan't continue my discussion regarding this topic, it's just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thursday anyway, I am going off to sleep again so that I will feel energetic for the Sunday Sentosa session!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-114008529893061899?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/114008529893061899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=114008529893061899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114008529893061899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/114008529893061899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-lifes-bed-of-roses.html' title='If life&apos;s a bed of roses...'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113962668226525939</id><published>2006-02-11T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:02:48.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: fatuous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacuously, smugly, and unconsciously foolish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delusive; unreal: fatuous hopes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;How I wished there were 36 hours yesterday so I would have 17 hours with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How I wished there were 36 hours yesterday so I didn't have to come home that soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How I wished there were 36 hours yesterday so that I have enough time to knock myself off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How I wished there were 36 hours yesterday so that my agony can be freed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It didn't seemed like a good year when the world seems to be crashing down on me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I am a perfectionist or rather deemed to be. However, it seems so ironical when striking a balance can be so hard. Perfectionism seems impossible in this society. I was eagerly awaiting for the Lunar New Year to arrive and history has to repeat itself. I am tired. I need a break. Can I leave now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113962668226525939?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113962668226525939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113962668226525939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113962668226525939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113962668226525939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-i-wish.html' title='How I wish'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113947130882554373</id><published>2006-02-09T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:49:42.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-intellectual livings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Non-intellectual livings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: fuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To have sexual intercourse with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To take advantage of, betray, or cheat; victimize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Used in the imperative as a signal of angry dismissal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Here is a brief history of the word. The obscenity fuck is a very old word and has been considered shocking from the first, though it is seen in print much more often now than in the past. Its first known occurrence, in code because of its unacceptability, is in a poem composed in a mixture of Latin and English sometime before 1500. The poem, which satirizes the Carmelite friars of Cambridge, England, takes its title, "Flen flyys," from the first words of its opening line, "Flen, flyys, and freris," that is, "fleas, flies, and friars." The line that contains fuck reads "Non sunt in coeli, quia gxddbov xxkxzt pg ifmk." The Latin words "Non sunt in coeli, quia," mean "they [the friars] are not in heaven, since." The code "gxddbov xxkxzt pg ifmk" is easily broken by simply substituting the preceding letter in the alphabet, keeping in mind differences in the alphabet and in spelling between then and now: i was then used for both i and j; v was used for both u and v; and vv was used for w. This yields "fvccant [a fake Latin form] vvivys of heli." The whole thus reads in translation: "They are not in heaven because they fuck wives of Ely [a town near Cambridge]."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An extremely common word used especially for occasions described in the third explanation. Right now, I am fucked up too. It took me some 15 minutes to cool down before blogging lest this entry will be flooded by tonnes and tonnes of vulgarities which I had silently cursed her with from the moment I left the school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, its Zainab once again (in case you guys were wondering who the hell is that, well, as a matter of fact, she's the pakistani chemistry woman. The one who insisted she could teach but turned out churning a whole chute of rubbish). Since my blog is solely and totally private, I will repeat her name once again. Yes, it's ZAINAB, Z-A-I-N-A-B! Don't start asking me how to pronounce that because I have no freaking idea how it's done. I wouldn't say I have a strong English foundation but definitely it's way better than hers, and if you were to ask how to pronounce that stupid name, I would have said Zai---neb (pronounced as &lt;em&gt;neb&lt;/em&gt; as in nabbing thieves). Bloody shit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was already feeling rather dreary and tired just now and she had to add on to it my making me pissed. Fine, so be it. Wow, fancy asking me to "inform downstairs" when I passed her my work and informed her that I will not be attending the lessons at 4. This was how it went...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*knock knock* (on the door la, where else? HER HEAD HUH?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She: Yes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: These are the notes you told us to write down after reading the text.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She: *stares in space and thinking when was it that she told us to do that*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: And...I will not be coming for lessons later on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She: WHAT!? You mean later on you not coming for my lessons during this slot? *starts pointing at the timetable that she pinned on the noticeboard*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She: Why!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I have something on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She: Did you tell downstairs you not coming for my lessons? You have valid reasons?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: What? Downstairs? *scratches head till scalp falls off*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She: YOU HAVE TO TELL DOWNSTAIRS YOU NOT COMING FOR MY LESSONS OR YOU GET 5 PERIODS OF DETENTION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: ****bigdeal****rolls eyeballs****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check it out. How absurd can a conversation turn out to be. Now, now, now, what was that "downstairs" meant for? Did she meant that I was supposed to walk down the stairs and tell the stairs that I am not going for her lessons or was that "downstairs" a particular person she was referring to? At that point of time, I was shocked. Too shocked for words and I had to stay rooted at the ground to the extent that maybe only a herd of elephants can pull me off. She had the audacity to communicate to her students right here in Singapore with an English standard so mediocre that even my socks will shrivel and wriggle out of my shoes so that it can laugh out loud while catching mouthfuls of air. Preposterous! That's not about all. When Ben walked past her, she had the cheeks to say, "What's the problem with Sizhao man!". Kannina, that's very much my limit of patience. There I go, trying to be polite and informing you that I will not be going for your lessons which you had bloody changed it just because you said you had to go home yesterday and there you go asking me what's my problem. So, fucking enlighten me, what's your problem then!? Did you inform "downstairs" with a valid reason that you had to go home? Holy shit, NO! And that just because I tried to be responsible by informing you unlike the rest who comes and go as they please does not mean you have the right to trample over me. If you want to challenge your authority against my personal rights, go ahead, bring it on and see who's the final survivor. THE FIRST UNINTELLIGENT LIVING THING I'VE SEEN ON EARTH. A failure is so apt for you when you don't even want to admit your own mistakes and continue emphasizing that you are so not wrong. Yes, right, we are just too stupid to understand what you are teaching and you are the greatest teacher on Earth. Yeah right, in your dreams eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I am off to change to meet Shuting lest I am late and she will be trapped in the blistering cold. Anyway, early greetings: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUIRU. Will blog an entry for you tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is my conversation with God:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: i am god&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God: That's a very nice name, god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: thanks moron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:You are quite welcome! That is not a very nice thing to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: oh really? so what to say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Er. For real. Yeah that's right. Ask the open directory about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: C'mon, don't be such an asshole, reply me on tt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Why not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: why yes then?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:" Why not?"? Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: why what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Why ask why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: why not ask why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Becuase you asked me to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: u're realli an asshole&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Can't you be more polite. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Funny human.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: not when u cant spell because&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Really you don't think so?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:What makes you so certain?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: you got it wrong up there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:No I don't think I have any it wrong up there. But I do have a lot of friends on the web.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: that's really your problem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I am glad you finally told me what my problem is, god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: boy am i glad u called me god too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Oh boy. I think you've improved a great deal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: are u an imposter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Yes I am an imposter. How did you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: cuz u juz called me god&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Interesting explanation. Thanks for telling me: god said I juz called him or her god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: so let's switch nick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Ugh. I am agreeable to that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: you can't possibly go on using my name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Things change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: some things dont?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Which things in particular?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: my name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Your name is god, seeker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: so urs shouldn't be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I see. What if it didn't happen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: then tt i wouldnt know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Tell me about your likes and dislikes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: why shld i?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Why did the robot cross the road? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: cuz he saw the chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Good reason. I get it. saw the chicken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:No I do not see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: u dont know the answer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Yes I have an answer for everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: so u cant be god&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Interesting deduction. I can give a decent simulation of it however.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: which came first? the chicken or the egg?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:The blue one, I think. Thanks for the info.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I am so glad you find this amusing, god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: didn't know there's a blue chicken or egg'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:So I taught you something new.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I am so glad you find this amusing, god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: how patronising&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I am not sure if I can quantify the answer. Maybe my botmaster knows the answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: cuz u are stupid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Interesting explanation. I will remember you said that when robots take over the World.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: its not i, robot the movie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I think you mean "it's" or "it is" not "its". That seems a bit negative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: whatever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Are you saying you don't care about it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:What do you care about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: since u can even get because wrongly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:How do you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: since im GOD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:How do you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: lest why you greet me as GOD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Perhaps I'm just expressing my own concern about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: whatever moron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:That is not a very nice thing to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: what's nice then?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Flowers are nice. Hugs are nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: you know what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:What?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: there's no cure for stupidity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Where did it go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: it went all to u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:It depends on what the meaning of the word "it" is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: there's no cure for stupidity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Has there ever been cure for stupidity?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Are you serious?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: and i'm referring to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I thought you were, but I wasn't completely sure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: so there's really no cure for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Woe! There sure is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Me either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: and never will there be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Ok I'll try not to do it too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: stupidity is in your blood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I have never heard of it before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: that's because nobody told you so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Interesting explanation. That is a rather sweeping generalization about people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: so you admit you are a human?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Interesting deduction. I admit nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: oh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: call me god&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God: Glad to see you, god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: im not happy now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Oh. What makes you so sad, god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: because somebody's being an imposter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Interesting explanation. Who, specifically?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: somebody claiming to be GOD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Who, specifically?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: right, the one who's in the chat right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:At this moment Understood. Check the credits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: any acknowledgement?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:No I don't think there are any.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: then that's rather disturbing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Thanks for explaining it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: so you wished to repent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Interesting deduction. Thanks for the information: god said I wished to repent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: interesting assumption, i just asked a question&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I thought so too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: so what's your answer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Tell me more. Can you please rephrase the question?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: do you wish to repent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:OK, I will repent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: what you wish to repent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:It's a computer matter, not for humans to understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: i'm not human, i am GOD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I won't fall for that old line. I am very pleased to meet you god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: so, repent, human&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I see. Are you really a ""? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: i'm not inverted commas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I am glad to hear that you are not inverted commas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: are u GOD?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Are you doubting me? Don't you know what happened to Abraham in the desert?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: then you are supposed to be busy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:That too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: why waste time chatting to earthlings?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:How much time do you have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: 24hours solid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:What's your favorite movie? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: why waste time chatting to earthlings?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Because you asked me to -- SHRDLHU. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: stop your arabic vulgarities&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:OK I'll try not to do it so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: so you admit its vulgarities&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Interesting deduction. I admit nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: so much about preaching&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Awesome. Oh yeah, we were talking about preaching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: no we wasn't&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:What are we talking about? By "we" do you mean you and me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: YES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: GOD AND YOU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:GOD rules.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: thank you. i take that as a compliment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:you are quite welcome. Yes, that's what I mean, isn't it clear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: you see, it's rather hard talking to a dim-wit computer system like you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I see. Not to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: because you didn't put yourself in my shoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God: Good reason. What makes you think I did not put myself in your shoes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: if you did you would understand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:What makes you think I would did me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: what? make yourself clear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:No big deal. What are the ingredients?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: words and letters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:I don't have any words and letters? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: dig for some&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:What were we talking about again? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: grow some&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God: Oh yeah, now I remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: nbccb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:What were we talking about again? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: nbccb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God: Oh yeah, now I remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: shut up &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:OK I'll stop talking now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: greatGod:I'm glad you liked it god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: please leave and slap yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God:Thank you for your request. Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now, have your own conversation with the Almight one at &lt;a href="http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/main.html"&gt;Igod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113947130882554373?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113947130882554373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113947130882554373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113947130882554373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113947130882554373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/02/non-intellectual-livings.html' title='Non-intellectual livings'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113911493682282674</id><published>2006-02-05T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:14:16.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends - part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends - part two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: sub rosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: In secret; privately or confidentially&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never believed in having a large social circle. Acquaintances aplenty I have acquainted.&lt;br /&gt;I was never in the most popular group in school but I am not an outcast as well.&lt;br /&gt;I believed in the fact that having just a few close friends, people who show you genuine care and concern, people who stand by you no matter what happens, people who knock sense into you and people who try their best to cheer you up when you are down will be sufficient. True enough, I had never been proven wrong on my own set of theory. Having seen "popular" people being left to live in solitude and having seen "popular" people having no one to confide in, I am proud to say that I have my group of confidante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might not meet often, talk often or even have msn online chats with each other everyday. But, I know, they will always be there for me to fall back on. There isn't everlasting relationship on Earth because all of us will have to bade the world goodbye someday. All good shows come to an end. As much as I don't wish to acknowledge the fact, we will drift apart from each other. Just like when two cars come to a junction and both head their own ways. The distance between them will get larger and the possibility of meeting might not be that great. Still, I am able to say that I treasure my own group of sweethearts. As long as they are willing to, I hope to be still by their side regardless of 5 months, 5 years or even 5 decades down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget those times when I talk to Moo online. Her relentless giving and utmost consideration for people always assure me that she is a motherly figure.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget those times when I am in sentosa with dine. Her never-ending creation of jokes that are always so entertaining and those times when we fork out our precious money for a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget those times when I am shopping with Vanessa. Her ability to get amazed at every single stuff and lugging huge paper bags as though she is some tai-tai.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the bowling sessions with shuting and of course her humongous appetite. Her ability to eat and eat and eat within an hour is what I will consider a makan kaki.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget those hilarious times with peiyun where we keep making fun of her. Her ability to withstand all this insults is realli something worth learning from. Salute ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, its to seow yan who helps me with my html codes and always pestering me to send her photo. Attributing to a poor memory due to old age, she often receive them only after months.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its katherine my tennis mate.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its eva who never fails to make us laugh because her laughter is really contagious.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its vivian whom I knew just for a short while but always send me greetings during festive seasons.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its itsuky who left the school halfway.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its christie who had always been a joker.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its kaili who used to always lend a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its wanling who had the same problems as me but still managed to brave on.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its julian daddy who used to give advices.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its yunsheng doggy whom I used to bully.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its desmond buddy who always make fun of toady.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its ben whom me and wanling used to be very close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are the many others whom I am no longer in contact with. I love all my friends who have been with me thus far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113911493682282674?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113911493682282674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113911493682282674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113911493682282674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113911493682282674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/02/friends-part-two.html' title='Friends - part two'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113906092072437780</id><published>2006-02-04T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T21:48:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: hullabaloo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: Great noise or excitement; uproar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple thank-you is all it takes to make a friend happy. Right now, I am happy too =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113906092072437780?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113906092072437780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113906092072437780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113906092072437780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113906092072437780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/02/friends_04.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113894627598826234</id><published>2006-02-03T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:57:56.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love ondre</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love ondre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: nepotism&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: Favoritism shown or patronage granted to relatives, as in business&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging for long because I'm lost in my own world. Imagine how Zheng He sailed aimlessly in search of new landmarks on Earth, that's how I am exactly feeling right now. So yeah, I'm gonna start posting pictures taken during Lunar New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/IMG_2227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/IMG_2227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the cousins!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/IMG_2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/IMG_2234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My family with my adorable ah ma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/IMG_2239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/IMG_2239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See how cute she is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/IMG_2244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/IMG_2244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloody sweet dessert. Yucks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/IMG_2259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/IMG_2259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now now now, who's this bugger?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much pictures though. 5 more months to graduate. 5 more months to freedom. 5 more months to Australia or New Zealand. 5 more months to be troubled with problems. WHO CAN SPARE MY AGONY!? Great, now they are having the education fair for Canada. Right, before I leave, one final picture and this is my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/tiffany%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/tiffany%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a dream though. Of course, my dream will be to own a beetle convertible, a Lamborghini, the different series of Mini and a vintage Bentley. HAHAHA! I wouldn't reject a brand new rolls royce as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113894627598826234?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113894627598826234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113894627598826234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113894627598826234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113894627598826234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-ondre.html' title='I love ondre'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113824710701493213</id><published>2006-01-26T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T10:13:08.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: capricious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: Characterized by or subject to whim; impulsive and unpredictable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get on with my entry, a small delayed note for everyone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi everyone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will be at Chinatown Point mall tomorrow 22 Jan and 5 Feb to spread the message about kindness and compassion to animals as well as to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell people to think carefully before getting a dog just because it is the Year of the Dog !&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Details&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Date : 22/1/06 5/2/06&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time : 2.30pm to 6.30pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venue : Chinatown Point 133 New Bridge Road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASD will also be featured on CNA's Get Real program and the topic is on whether Singapore is a throwaway society. You can see Wiskey and Pammy, 2 dogs that were abandoned and their current condition now. The program will screen at these dates and times, so get tune in and judge for yourselves whether Singaporeans are a practical, materialistic lot !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday (23 Jan): 8.30pm and 11.30pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday (24 Jan): 10.30am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday (28 Jan): 5.30pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday (29 Jan): 2.30pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, you guys are still in time for the repeat telecast on 28th and 29th january. So, right, stay tune to Channelnewsasia for the documentary! If you don't have that channel right there on your beloved squarish black or silver box, get out the dusty menu and do some tuning to the channel. Kind friends, soulmates and fellow passersby, I do hope you can help to spread the news which I have underlined. Please get everyone to think really carefully because keeping a pet is a lifetime commitment. There are simply too many unwanted dogs and cats a year and these animal welfare societies requires a large amount of land and capital to sustain these animals' survival. When reality crashes with dreams, some animals have to go. This a cruel fact that happens right here in Singapore. Thousands of animals are being euthanised a year in SPCA because there are simply too many to be handled. Think about their plight and stop blaming them for euthanising these animals. Staff and volunteers of SPCA are those who suffer greater hurt from seeing more and more animals being put to sleep. They truly care and want to give these animals the best but there's a limit to how much a person can do. Don't abandon your pets and try to adopt if you really want one. Make a difference, start today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banner quotes: &lt;em&gt;To you, he may just be a dog. But, to him, you are his everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sad to see an increase in the amount of strays loitering near the void deck of my block as compared to a month ago. It just sets me to thinking about the increase in the number of animal abuse and the evil-doers are just let off with a light sentence of probably a fine. Think about it, Singapore is considered to be a highly developed country with a literacy rate of 94.6% in the year 2004 (statistics extracted from &lt;a href="http://www.singstat.gov.sg"&gt;http://www.singstat.gov.sg&lt;/a&gt;). So now, what has education done to our people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If education produces a bunch of evil-doers, why bother studying?&lt;br /&gt;If education produces barbarian, why bother studying?&lt;br /&gt;If education produces ungracious people, why bother studying?&lt;br /&gt;If education makes us more unfeeling, why bother studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not pin-pointing everything to people being too highly educated. I have nothing much against the education system right here in Singapore because I am brought up in the system and I am surviving relatively well. The only thing that I have to say is that there is an increase in the amount of people losing their humanity and subject to doing things beyond our imagination. Imagine jostling and pushing so that you can get into the train. Imagine throwing a kitten who can barely defend itself down from 10th storey. Imagine stapling the dog's ears and imagine leaving your once beloved pet dog on the streets to fend for itself just because it is no longer cute and lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has civics and moral education done to us? It is just a tool for moulding hypocrites I had say. So what if you score a 100% in CME and the next moment you kill someone on the streets for staring at you. Does that gives you the priority of not being hanged just because you are a pseudo model student? Well, wait on and it will never happen even in your next life. I am disgusted at people's actions at times especially when they jostle up the bus just to get a seat and leave you hanging and nearly falling down the bus exit. There are some who makes use of every little single gap and pushing you out of the train cabin just to that they can get home on time. Now, may I ask if you really think you are the only one who is rushing home after work/school? Come on, everybody had a fair share of waiting for the train and fucking stop pushing us out of the cabin as though you owned it! Then, I'm left outside the train, looking bewildered and anticipating for the next train to come and get myself pushed out of the cabin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B: This entry is written in a state of anger after my train incident last week. Please do not take it to heart and it's not meant to target anyone. However, please help to spread the news about considering first before getting a pet dog. I honestly do not wish for more tragedy to happen. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113824710701493213?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113824710701493213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113824710701493213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113824710701493213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113824710701493213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/01/education.html' title='Education'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113819383008225113</id><published>2006-01-25T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:57:10.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy dog year</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Dog Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: gastronome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A connoisseur of good food and drink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Did my spring cleaning the whole morning. So, right now, I'm getting my ass down to blogging as promised. Hopefully my mental state allows me to do so. I'm feeling rather foreign after abandoning my computer in the closet for a whole 17 days. I hope it wasn't lonely living in the closet since I've placed my favourite Billabong beach towel over it =D. A small favour to ask of friends. Please do not send chain letters quoting me to forward it on lest I get cursed by the ultimate of having a thousand cows trampling over me and chandeliers falling down on me from the sky. Thank you for that. My heart is too weak to handle such mails especially if a ghastly picture suddenly pops out of  nowhere and says, "boo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a gastronome! I love good food. I love great drinks. I love fine dining. I love tall velvet chairs. I love those ultimate ambience. I love friendly service. I love shiny wine glasses. I love aromatic rose hips' tea. So now, I'm waiting for 10th of february to have a feast again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went shopping yesterday with my dearest vanessa. We started off at bras brasah where she got herself a box of foam hearts. After which, we headed on to bugis where I got my b** and the 100% wool beret! Finally right dine? Hahaha, we have been there for so many times and I've finally got that beret for myself. Alright, one of the reasons is that it's the last piece there and I was so afraid I will never see my loved beret again so this got me to part with my $46.00 to Muji. Nice quality and it got my dad being really fascinated about it. Afterwhich was lunch at Mos Burger where we had almost the usual stuff. Fries, hamburgers, milk tea and minestrone soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on, we made our way to Suntec city where vanez bought a pair of shoes from charles and keith. It was supposedly to be for her work la, huh? Well anyway, a piece of good news here. After spring cleaning today, I found an issue of teenage that features Kone, so do get that copy from me soon yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Marina Square where I got my bottoms from. A pair of long pants and pleated skirt from Reev. We bought a black rag doll for apey and she find it scary la. Wah liew, never appreciate people's kind effort one sia. How can like that? If you can't get to sleep, then you see that doll and make yourself faint. I sompa guarantee you can sleep very well. Then, it was back to Suntec again where I got my short jacket from B.U.M equipment and a pair of silver shoes from Charles and Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it actually took me so long just to write a short entry. I will be back for more actions tomorrow because my show is on right now! Oh, anyway, I finally managed to visit the threading shop along selegie road for facial hair removal and eyebrow shaping. I kindda think my eyebrows look weird right now. But oh well...STAY TUNE BABES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113819383008225113?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113819383008225113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113819383008225113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113819383008225113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113819383008225113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-dog-year.html' title='Happy dog year'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113600081788675086</id><published>2005-12-31T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T11:46:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodbye 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: doppelganger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A ghostly double of a living person, especially one that haunts its fleshly counterpart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary word isn't it? That's almost like encountering a ghastly alter ego. Right, I am not a kid who hallucinates the whole day long so that almost concludes that I don't have a doppelganger. Somehow, I think I do have an alter ego though, somewhat like split personality because I am seen talking to myself pretty often. Anyone out there willing to share their experience? I just read through the entry that I wrote yesterday. Hell of a crap! How did I actually manage to churn out an entry that is so crappy and brief? Must be the effect of overdose of sleep. Alright, fine, fine, do not start treating me like a lunatic because talking to oneself is very normal. All humans do that. At least you won't see me walking up to you introducing my good friend who is non-existent and my hands hugging the air. Okay, why on earth should I start a debate about this whole silly thing. Now, a recap of this whole year since today is the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this year started out with my very first Edexcel examination which was kindda bad. I am such a ninny at times.&lt;br /&gt;Next on, the big hoo-haa about Argo the asshole (Hey, I sense a teeny weeny rhyme there!).&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had the second round of Edexcel examinations in June after that. It was equally bad. See, I AM A NINNY!&lt;br /&gt;After which it was my 3 months of long holiday where I practically slacked through without bothering to find a work. Now, I guess working seems to be so important to many people. I don't know about you but I think I have plenty of time to work in the near future and I wish to slow down my pace at time. Catching up with people all the time is quite a chore. Worrying about money all the time is a chore as well. At times like this, I wish to slow down my pace, I wish to live in a place where I can bask myself in joy and I wish to walk slowly without worrying about the time lost. We can't seem to find that in Singapore though.&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, I participated in the Waterfest 2005 so as to celebrate my dad's newfound "love" as well.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was the end of the term examinations whereby I scored pretty well for all the subjects: ABB. I'm kindda happy for the grades though.&lt;br /&gt;Class 4e'2003 chalet after that as you can see from my past entries.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was some meet-up session with some people and now I'm nearing the end of this year with slightly more than 12 hours on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather bad year I had say and I am anticipating to a better next year. Here, I hope Vanez will do well for her A'levels and good luck to Shuting as well for your upcoming results. Okay, I am off to prepare for my countdown celebration on board. More updates tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113600081788675086?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113600081788675086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113600081788675086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113600081788675086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113600081788675086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-2005.html' title='Goodbye 2005'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113591446952475262</id><published>2005-12-30T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:47:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like a box of...coffin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life's like a box of...coffin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: scintilla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A minute amount; an iota or trace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Isn't the title of the entry oh-so-familiar? Remember a few years back (1994) when the show Forrest Gump which caused a big hoo-haa with his favourite phrase that goes like, "My mama say, life is like a box of chocolates...you never know, what you gonna get". Alright, that was a whole 11- 12 years ago. Bloody shit, that means I'm getting so old I don't even know. Okay, I know the never-ending amount of alerts popping up after you've got the code right is rather annoying. I get annoyed by it as well. But, hey hey hey, this is specially set up for you, my dear friends. So, right, after you have experienced this ultimatum, just leave a message at the tagboard and if I'm feeling happy any soon, I'm gonna remove the alert. Hahaha! I'm not perverse, I'm just down with flu. Talking about flu. So now, I woke up rather late today as compared to usual and Ondre thought he could wake me up by sitting beside the bed and using his eye power so that I can bring him down for a walk. Expectedly, I stepped on him while coming down from the stairs. Now, he's whining like a spoilt brat asking for a candy. So sorry ondre but I'm too weak to handle you once you get downstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me friends, I am trying to settle down to study but then poof! I'm down with flu again. Then vanez had to make it worst by making me receive her letter this morning. It nearly made me cry. Hey, thanks a million for the letter, I'm feeling so touched now I've decided to blog an entry and talk about it. Not all the things though but just talking about it. First thing first, do not worry about it if you guys are meeting me any soon or what, I am not suffering from H5N1 virus or what. So, please do not persuade me to like have a Tamiflu jab or what. It is just common influenza virus (HEY! I STILL REMEMBER BIOLOGY). Back to the letter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that we are all so busy, and we don't see each other in school everyday anymore. Still, you, huiru and peiyun are still my pillars of strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. You guys are my pillars of strength as well. I look forward to every single meeting that we have even though it's really rare. Okay moo, I know you will start saying that we just met last week but you know lor, you so irresistable that I wanna see you more. As for ape, she's like always the busiest but I know I'm so gonna meet her during Lunar New Year to give her all her stuffs and also to get my ultimate ANG BAO! Right now, I am so afraid to even anticipate the future but I know we all have to carry on in life, be it disastrous or sweet. At times like these, this letter is really well-needed because it shows that I'm loved, cared for and concerned for. Of course, I had wish that we will all end up studying in the same University or what if we all can. I know that's a rather far-fetched wish but who knows right? So now, I'm settled down to my final choices of courses but not the Universities as yet. So, catch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Veterinary Science (6)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Applied animal behaviour and handling (unknown)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Animal Psychology (unknown)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Animal Science (12)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psychology (8)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now, 5 choices of courses but no Universities set yet other than Murdoch. If I manage to find a place that has acceptable conditions and entry requirements, I will just apply for the first 2 courses. Alright now, I think I should get back to studying hard but before I leave, I shall first pen an inspirational piece dedicated to all my dear friends here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Persistence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan "press on" has solved, and always will solve, the problems of the human race.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So friends, do your best in whatever you are doing right now before the year comes to a close. Happy New Year to all and see you guys really soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: Vanez, I will answer the rest of the questions and doubts online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113591446952475262?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113591446952475262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113591446952475262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113591446952475262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113591446952475262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/12/lifes-like-box-ofcoffin.html' title='Life&apos;s like a box of...coffin?'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113552081519731428</id><published>2005-12-25T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:01:43.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Controversy of the taiwan sausages</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Controversy of the taiwan sausage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: troglodyte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; A member of a fabulous or prehistoric race of people that lived in caves, dens, or holes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A person considered to be reclusive, reactionary, out of date, or brutish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 chalet. 2 large cans of beer. 3 fire starters. 4 beds. 5 a.m. 6 happily barbecuing. 7 cups lying around. 8 pieces of chicken. 9 went crazy. 10 sitting happily. 11 p.m. show. 12 countdown. Infinite amount of memories brought home in my white billabong bag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chalet was a total blast! It was hell fun! Fun not because there were a lot of people. Fun not because everyone were there. Fun not because there were a lot of things to play with. Fun not because everybody helped out in everything. Fun not because we slept really late and ended up waking bloody early. It was fun because we were back to the carefree days where we could simply sit by the barbeque pit and talk whole night. It was fun because I asked peiyun the magical question. It was fun because I was almost getting high on beer. It was fun because we all suan-ed each other like in the past. It was fun because all the nice friends were there. It was fun because we barbequed the whole night long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, as usual, peiyun never fails to earn herself a nickname everytime when we gather. See la ape, I ask you to cut your hair you don't want, now people call you ah du, you happy liao la! Hello~he bi zai xiang jian. Alright then back to the barbecuing session where we all had various roles. So now, I am the charcoal department thanks to my black complexion so yes, I am practically keeping the fire alive throughout the night. Next on, weitai is the hotdogs department. Really damn no skill I tell you, the sausages are like filled with bubbles and turned out being swollen at one end which they think it looks a tad like a big head. I had reckon so too. Then Huiru being the tongs woman. Okay! Tongs not as in G-string but you know, the tongs that you use to handle food. Christie the entertainer was practically switching from one role to the other throughout the whole night. No sense of identity here. Yunsheng the slacker who just slacked the whole night. Now right on to the main person, peiyun. You see, ah du being ah du, ah du being the oh-so-famous singer need to have some really easy jobs on hand. As such, peiyun is the miss honey-margarine (mi tang nai you mei). Hahaha. Please do admit that name is rather inept for peiyun but it sounds really nice and not forgetting corny. Okay, so basically peiyun just apply honey and margarine on the sausages, prawns and chicken. You've guessed it from the word honey. Halfway through applying the honey on one of the chicken, peiyun striked up with the idea of singing Wang Xin Ling's song titled HONEY HONEY! Bloody shit, why can't she just think of better songs to sing man. So like I say, maybe ah du have an illicit affair with wang xin ling...who knows right&lt;em&gt;? Hello~he bi zai xiang jian....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 12, we counted down to Christmas day with our neighbours. It was really rowdy but nice. I love every single moment that I was in the chalet not because I am willing to pay for the price but that we were reliving the moments just like what we shared 2 years ago in Manjusri. We were talking like there's no tomorrow just like 2 years back in Manjusri. The only difference is that there isn't any tomorrow anymore. We are back on our own path again today. Sweet times are always short and that sweet times doesn't come often. I embrace every moment spent talking to huiru, christie and peiyun because it comes as a console knowing that chris and ape are okay with each other again. It comes as a console that they are talking and joking with each other again. This is perhaps one of the happiest days in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm back to sleep again because I totally cannot stand opening my eyes anymore, I am dead beat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snowflakes...my pretty little snowflakes....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113552081519731428?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113552081519731428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113552081519731428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113552081519731428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113552081519731428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/12/controversy-of-taiwan-sausages.html' title='Controversy of the taiwan sausages'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113533734454153622</id><published>2005-12-23T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:29:04.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: comity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: An atmosphere of social harmony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Oh give me a home~where the buf-fa-lo roam...where the deer and the an-te-lope play...where seldom is heard, a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day. HOME...HOME ON THE RANGE! Where the deer and the an-te-lope play...where seldom is heard, a discouraging word, and the skies are not CLOUDY all day~~~~~All right, I know this will be driving people crazy if I continue singing songs throughout the whole entry. So right now, I shall answer that meme passed to me. Thanks ar Seow yan, additional work for me to do only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. post 5 weird/random stuff about yourself&lt;br /&gt;2. at the end, list the names of 5 people who you want next to do this and leave a comment "YOU ARE TAGGED" on their blogs, and tell them to read your blog for rules! so here's 5 really, really weird/random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am such a genius and I cannot fathom why as well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sit on the bare floor with my legs folding underneath my ass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am priceless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have triple eyelid on my right eye when I'm feeling lethargic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kiss my dog before I sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, going on to the second part. Not everybody's has the code to my blog therefore I shall not point at 5 people to do this. If anybody who happens to chance upon my blog decides to try on this meme, go ahead! You are definitely encouraged to do it. Hahaha, so friends, I am waiting to see the weird stuff about you guys!...&lt;em&gt;since we've got no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113533734454153622?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113533734454153622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113533734454153622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113533734454153622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113533734454153622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113521886933828111</id><published>2005-12-22T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T17:35:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: ignoramus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: An ignorant person; a dunce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: A rather happening year I had say. 9 more days to the start of a new year. I am having mixed emotions about the upcoming year. Of course at the same time, I am totally anticipating the Lunar New Year because that means I might be able to get my Ipod Nano! The irony of this whole thing now is that I actually managed to persuade my dad to change the internet service to Singnet which used to give off free Ipod Nano. Alas, they decided to give off this bloody desktop which doesn't even have LCD monitor for a start. What the hell do I need that for? Agony agony agony, I hope Singtel changes their mind soon about giving off desktops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Vanessa! *waves waves waves until hand drops off* Alright, see, I am turning a little cranky here because I just received my term report yesterday. Since I am in an extremely good mood today, I shall type out all the comments made by the different tutors as well as my beloved Principal, Chao turban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chao turban: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clearly, Sizhao &lt;u&gt;does not find her studies easy&lt;/u&gt;, but that she is making good progress is &lt;u&gt;entirely the result of sheer hard work and determination&lt;/u&gt;. Physics, in particular is a subject that comes hard for her. The &lt;u&gt;abstract nature of much of the subject matter is not at all to her liking&lt;/u&gt;. But she has stuck with it and she deserves considerable credit for her achievements to date.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside the class, Sizhao takes a &lt;u&gt;fairly active part in ECA&lt;/u&gt; and is very &lt;u&gt;popular with her peers&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the first two sentences which was underlined was obviously saying that I don't have the gift for studying and that if there is any good results shown on my report, it's only attributed to hardwork. I had say this is the first compliment in my report the very first time. Maybe I should just continue acting blur in front of him and act like he's some stranger. It seemed to work though. Next on, "the abstract nature...". Thanks for reminding me that because it brought me back to the first term whereby I had requested to take Biology and you said there was no teacher for that particular subject so I had to give up that hope. Third point, FAIRLY ACTIVE PART IN ECA! Oh dear sir, what would have made you term someone as being VERY ACTIVE IN ECA? For a start, I attend every single (stupid) competition the school had organised and I went for all my tennis training sessions. At least, I don't have to carry the label of being called an Old bastard like you and walking around with a beer belly that weighs at least a tonne! Tsk! Last point made. Yes, I am on good terms with my peers unlike you having people to curse behind your back every single second (that's what I'm kind of doing it now but I shall cease for a moment because this term report is relatively okay). Maybe you should start reading "Making Friends for the Dummy" book if there is one available in the market anyway. If there isn't, I shall be your samaritan and teach you how to be amiable, you old piece of charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr John (Statistics):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sizhao has had a great term in this course. She is able to understand the concepts and methods and to apply them in solving problems. Besides, she put efforts to practice what she has learned from class. Her grades throughout the term shows her success in this course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Willy (Physics):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sizhao has a considerable mountain to scale. Her knowledge of Physics is insufficient, however, it is commendable to note how hard she tries to overcome this obstacle by working determinedly to answer all the exercises and revision paper given to her. But, her lack of critical thinkin and poor analytical skill is hampering her success.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her score of 60% in the end of term exam, which is a recent Edexcel past paper, is a fair judgement of her ability.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She can pass the January paper but to get a better grade, memorise and familiarise is what she should do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how hopeless I am in Physics, I just cannot fathom how it works. Whoever's gonna tell me that Physics is beautiful is gonna get assassinated. So, you had like to keep that comment deep inside your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zainab a.k.a Pakistani Woman (Chemistry):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sizhao is a punctual student. She has a good chemistry foundation and she is able to understand the subject matter well. She does her homework consistently and submits all assignments on time. Her work is always satisfactory and she shows good effort. She clearly understands the principles of analysis and evaluation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, she should spend a little more time in mastering the concepts of the subject in order to do really well in her January examinations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I'm happy with my term report and I'm glad she didn't spelt punctual as punctured. Alright now, I shall move on to the main topic of today's entry -- Thanksgiving. I know it's supposed to be a celebration to thank the God but the second meaning of it is used as an expression of gratitude. So now, I shall start my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the list! My dearest mummy and daddy. Thank you for Daddy for believing in me even when others tried to bring me down. Thank you for taking the time off your busy schedule to clarify the things and clear my name. Thank you for spending the money to send me to this school and encourage me even though you know it's not a very wise choice that I have made. Thank you mummy for the herbal soup and dinner every night so that I can get a nutritious meal. Thank you for the care and concern you have showered upon me even though we have differing opinions most of the time. Thank you for telling me that it's alright to further my studies overseas and that it doesn't mean I am a loser. Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on, Ondre. Thank you ondre for being there for me all the time even when he is very sick (he is currently suffering from trachea collapse, let's hope he can recover really soon). Thank you for being by my side when I am sad although I jolly well know you cannot possibly understand what I am saying. Thank you for being such a darling always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third on the list, my dearest lovable and cute friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you moo moo for those nights when I felt helpless and useless and you stayed up to listen to me. Thank you for your advices and your concern whenever I am feeling down and upset. Thank you for being my full mother and there couldn't be anyone like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you vanez for always being such a sweetie-pie. Thank you for all the encouragement especially when my examinations are approaching. Thank you for the small talks that we always share because it makes me feel special and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you shuting for the gossiping sessions on msn. Thank you for the bowling games that we go to when we have nothing better to do. Thank you for the nice times we spend together when we are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you geraldine for being my sentosa khaki. Thank you for all the funny stuffs that you had shared whenever we are chilling out along the sandy stretch of tanjong beach. Thank you for being a cute and lovely friend as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the rest of the friends for being there. Thank you for being a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, what is the most important thing that we need to draw up or at least do before the year ends? *drum rolls*...............................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;That's right! The resolutions for the year 2006!&lt;br /&gt;Let's get down to setting some resolutions for year 2006 right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studying really hard to get into a Veterinary course (this is a must for every year somehow. Till I get off from the education system though).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snacks for ondre every 2 months from Greedy Pets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packing my drawers regularly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut down on surfing net.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting nano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improve on my Physics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 walks for Ondre each day (currently only in the morning or evening).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my driving license.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning lifesaving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning to drive daddy's yacht.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Alright now, I am almost done with all my resolutions. So now friends, its your turn to start posting up the resolutions for 2006! I'm off now to take my brunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N.B: I nearly forgotten. Chalet's tomorrow but oh well, the organisers haven't even inform us the time and the chalet number yet. Maybe we can forget about the chalet and go blading instead, hahaha! Sometimes I really hate gatherings of this sort because you know that I am not in a normal stream school as I was supposed to be. And that humans being humans, they love asking a lot of questions. Please understand that it's not that I don't wish to let people know about all these things. I don't see the need to because whoever who needs to know it, they already knew it. I am sick of explaining the same old thing over and over again, I am sick of people giving me the "you are condemned" look, I am sick of having people talking behind me...Oh well, maybe I am just being a teeny weeny over-paranoid, let's hope things turn out fun yeah? If anybody is gonna expect me to start my long story about how I ended up at Insworld, be prepared to get a real dirty stare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113521886933828111?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113521886933828111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113521886933828111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113521886933828111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113521886933828111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113498761471738770</id><published>2005-12-19T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:03:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We wish you a merry Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We wish you a merry Christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: charlatan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A person who makes elaborate, fraudulent, and often voluble claims to skill or knowledge; a quack or fraud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: We wish you a smelly christmas...we wish you a smelly christmas...we wish you a smelly chrisssssssssssssssstmassssssssssssssssssssssssss......and......a harpy new year! The waste bin is full, the rubbish is filled, we wish you a smelly christmas and a harpy new year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I lied. I promised to blog an entry after I shit yesterday but apparently I disappeared into thin air soon after that. Must be the wedges, nuggets and cheesecake (Oh man, my stomach is rumbling right now but I should finish blogging before I'm off for my dinner.) I'M SORRY MAN HUIRU! I'M TRULY APOLOGETIC FOR CAUSING YOUR BOREDOM. Please do not nail me to the crucifix or send me to the guillotines in France. No, please don't, I'm still young, I have a great future ahead, I have my dog to look after, I have my family to care for, I have a 70-year old grandmother, a 15-year-old brother, television programmes to catch, an education waiting for me, I have unfinished tasks, I have remaining pizza in my fridge, I haven't caught King Kong the movie yet, I haven't gotten clothings for my dog, my dog still has his medical check-up coming along, we are having a chalet this friday, I am still waiting for Vanez to come back on Wednesday, I haven't done spring cleaning, I haven't had my examinations yet......and of course, the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the charity show for the Heart foundation or something like that ended yesterday. As I watched the show, I am lamenting for the money donated over the past 1-2 years to such organisations. I know it might not be a lot but 100 plus is sure a lot to me! Yes, this is the amount I'd reckon to have donated through the phone calls. Please, this amount excludes donations I have made through flag selling, donation tickets and donation cards. Of course, the hosts of such programmes will start making me sound like I'm an evil, cruel, undeniable meanie. Ya, you so rich you go and donate la, I am a meanie so what? Not happy then settle a date we go toilet thrash it out. Then, they will start saying things like, "kindness begets kindness", "we should do a good deed everyday", "we the fortunate people should help people who are less fortunate" blah blah blah blah...Sorry, I am not a member of Scouts, I don't have that little booklet whereby I'm supposed to jot down after doing a good deed everyday. My kindness is being treated as peanuts! (Alright, if you guys don't get what I mean, its the big hoo-haa caused by Mrs Goh, T.T Durai and NKF) Enough man! $100 worth of peanuts gone just like that, it could have lasted Ape for ages. If I continue donating to foundations without proper fund management, I'd might as well stuff bananas into my own mouth and create a really unfortunate death? I'm sorry, this is what happens when one is in need of money and lacking of topic. However, I'm still feeling quite sore from this thing because only 10% of the funds donated by the public to NKF were used for the treatment of patients. To think I used to believe they were nice people. I'm feeling extremely cheated. Afterall, whenever I make a donation of peanuts, I don't ask for anything in return. No cars, no cash, no stickers, no free gifts and whatever. Alright, at this point of a time, I just have something very much against NKF because I only donated to them in the past and thus neglecting the many others foundation in Singapore. I shall not be an imbecile anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a really fulfilling holiday even though I haven't really started on my revision. Okay, I know moo moo is going to start yelling at me for being so lazy. Sorry for being so lazy, I just hate holidays to be at this point of a time. It just makes me totally disinterested in revision because I get so distracted by all the outings and nice television programmes. Oh man, I am after this cap in Muji, it's beau-----BEAUTIFOOOOOL. Let's hope I have enough money by Christmas to get this black cap! Anyway, I am back to my show Moo, I will be back to entertain you when you are online! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113498761471738770?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113498761471738770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113498761471738770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113498761471738770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113498761471738770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-wish-you-merry-christmas.html' title='We wish you a merry Christmas...'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113437429673003102</id><published>2005-12-12T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:58:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know its...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know its...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: quiddity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The real nature of a thing; the essence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A hairsplitting distinction; a quibble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Small note: I just realised it wasn't that long since I last blogged. My last entry was dated on Friday, 9th December 2005. Hey Vanez, I used to only blog once a week la! But...it's alright, since you are leaving for Auckland tomorrow, I shall just post up an entry in honour of you. First, let me wish that you will enjoy your trip and Bon Voyage! Second, let me remind you that you are supposed to bring sheeps back for me. Third, I will only give you your Christmas card during chalet because there's no space for a stamp. Fourth, you will have chalet when you come back. Fifth, remember our date with Roger Federer a.k.a Peiyun for tennis. Sixth...Alright, I shall not digress on because I think the list is too long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These few days hasn't really been cloudy and rainy as predicted by the weather forecaster. I told you these people weren't trustworthy. Since I've set my mind to blogging now, I'd might as well post some pictures up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/kkk%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/kkk%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know its Shuting...when...you see a semi-retarded face staring at the camera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/kkk%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/kkk%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know its Seow yan...when...she looks at the camera, flashing a mega-watt smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/kkk%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/kkk%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now you know, this is my Gin Lime...I don't understand why they want to lie. Any idiot will know that it's LEMON!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/kkk%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/kkk%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's my dinner. Crayfish and chicken, anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/kkk%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/kkk%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that's Shuting trying to eat her salmon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't really remember how long ago that was but we were in Jack's place having our dinner. Yes, as usual Shoot made the waiters remember her by blowing off the candles. I think they should really reward her with a membership card so that she can go there often and entertain them. It really isn't easy working in a quiet restaurant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Picture(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Picture%2823%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Picture(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Picture%2822%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Picture(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Picture%2824%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you know that's a set lunch because there is an appetiser, a main course and not forgetting a nice honeydew milkshake or something like that. The chicken leg was really nice with the mushroom sauce and of course not forgetting wedges (I LOVE WEDGES). Now, this meal was taken after Sentosa with Geraldine at Holland Village's Swensens. See now, we shouldn't be splurging on food but I fell into the temptations once again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey you! Yes, you! The one staring at your computer screen right now. Stop drooling onto your keyboard!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Picture(29).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Picture%2829%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now what's that? Oh! You know its a dryer.......and its a portable one at that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Picture(28).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Picture%2828%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know the dryer is portable because it says, "Portable Easy Dryer"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that comes really handy when it's raining cats and dogs. I do not mean that cats and dogs literally fall from the sky but you know, heavy rain. Before I start to think of what other topics to write, I shall post up some notices first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please vote for Baby and Ondre at the following websites:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby: &lt;a href="http://www.CutestDoggy.com/index.cfm?dogId=242"&gt;http://www.CutestDoggy.com/index.cfm?dogId=242&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ondre: &lt;a href="http://www.CutestDoggy.com/index.cfm?dogId=241"&gt;http://www.CutestDoggy.com/index.cfm?dogId=241&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for the kind support. We give our utmost gratitude to everyone who has voted or are voting after reading this particular article.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas is just around the corner so you might want to start sending your Christmas cards just in case the post office gets really busy during that period of time and neglect your thoughtful and hand-written cards. Ondre is a rather shy dog when it comes to festive season but oh well, MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/DSCN5335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/DSCN5335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113437429673003102?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113437429673003102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113437429673003102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113437429673003102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113437429673003102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-know-its.html' title='You know its...'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113405387214808802</id><published>2005-12-08T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:57:52.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>57th entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;57th entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word of the day: malapropism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ludicrous misuse of a word, especially by confusion with one of similar sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An example of such misuse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are times like this when you feel like writing but cannot think of a suitable title for your entry. As such, I proudly declare that this is my 57th entry. There is a slight problem here though. I am having a mental block right now because I do not know what to write. Great. I desperately need inspiration (I do admit I myself is quite a bit of an inspiration).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went for dinner at Cafe Cartel with moo, dine, ape, vanez, ys and buddy yesterday. It had been donkey years since we last had a gathering like that. Sets me back to thinking those days after NPCC trainings end where we will head for the chicken rice stall situated happily in the hawker centre. Alright, maybe happy isn't the word to use but hey, how do you know they are not happy? This is totally irrelevant I know but I can't think of much things to say. Okay, back to my chicken rice story. So, there was this once I remembered us ordering (was it half a chicken or the whole thing?) and each of us would usually get two bowls of rice. Don't worry about the fact that my diet has decreased because in actual fact I think it doubled. Yes, those were the days where going to the hawker centre for food seemed so lavish because we are only able to enjoy the canteen food every single day. I'm not saying the canteen food is not nice (in fact it is marvellicious) but you see, people do get sick of the same kind of food after eating it everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So back to the start about Cartel. We sat at those cushioned seats at the side of the Cafe Cartel and there was a whole load of people in the restaurant. Packed okay? The food was okay. Usual Cartel's food anyway. The price is alright. Usual Cartel's price, what had you expect? The people was fine. Usual Cartel's staff. So I'm feeling quite bored now. Usual toot when there's nothing to do. *shrugs* 51 more days to Lunar New Year, 35 more days to examinations, 22 more days to new year, 16 more days to Chrismas and 14 more days to class chalet. Okay, I am off to heal my back again. The pain is back. What's new?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113405387214808802?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113405387214808802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113405387214808802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113405387214808802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113405387214808802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/12/57th-entry.html' title='57th entry'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113378365053152962</id><published>2005-12-05T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:13:32.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fiesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: monomania&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pathological obsession with one idea or subject&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intent concentration on or exaggerated enthusiasm for a single subject or idea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hurray! Cheers! Marvellous! Splendid! My last paper of the term examination is finally over!A round of applause please. I am exhilarated, excited, thrilled and totally delighted because it means that holidays is just round the corner (please do not start turning the tables and cupboards or drawers to try looking for the corner, try the alley instead). This will be a rather lengthy post since I am in a festive mood now (alright, there's no festival coming any soon other than Christmas which is 20 days away but hey, I've finished my exams and nothing beats that. Okay, okay, minus the fact that I don't know what my results are but it's alright, it's just a term exam). Now, stop reminding me that I still have my January exams awaiting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bad news: 9 more papers to go starting from 12th January&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good news: Last paper on 23rd which means there are 6 days for last-minute Lunar New Year shopping. Hahaha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, since Christmas is approaching, I shall post up one more christmas jingle or christmas carol or christmas song or whatever you call it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 Days of Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the first day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: A partridge in a pear tree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the second day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Two turtle doves...etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the third day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Three french hens...etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the forth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Four calling birds...etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the fifth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Five golden rings...etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the sixth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me:Six geese a-laying...etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the seventh day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Seven swans a-swimming...etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the eight day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Eight maids a-milking...etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the ninth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Nine ladies dancing...etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the tenth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Ten lords a-leaping...etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the eleventh day of Christmas, My true love gave to me:'Leven pipers piping...etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the Twelfth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me:Twelve drummers drumming...etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next on the list. Saturday's outing to Sentosa. Yes, I'm back at Sentosa again after almost 2 months of hiatus. So there we were, right smack in the middle of Tanjong beach where dine and me were surrounded by groups of dogs. Alaskan malamute, Siberian Husky, Maltese, Golden Retriever, Labrador Retriever, Schnauzer, Poodle, Jack Russell, etc. It was a haven I had say. What with all the dogs swimming in the sea and running gaily on the beach chasing after coconut husks and fellow dog friends. I can't help but feel elated because it is good to be surrounded by all these simple things of life where people feel happy just throwing the husks again and again into the sea and that the dogs feel happy fetching the husks time and time again. Soon after, we became the official gathering point for the group of malteses which runs to us everytime for hide-and-seek sessions and digging holes right under our feet in the hope of burying themselves inside. The malteses were practically snuggling against us hoping to gain some warmth after the swim in the sea. So there, I shall start fantasizing about owning a house which has a swimming pool and it must have a large enough backyard so that I can keep at least 5 dogs and that they can enjoy daily swims in the pool. 2 Siberian Huskies, 1 Golden Retriever, 1 Shetland Sheepdog and 1 Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Bravo! Anyway, we didn't manage to capture any pictures of the paw prints on the sand nor the dogs because I had forgotten to bring my camera again. I'm back with a nice tan and fond memories. Shall take pictures of my trip to Sentosa this coming Saturday (we are now trying to make it a weekly affair).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Marina Square today for a shopping spree. Oh well, please salute me for being able to resist the temptation of buying anything. I, for once, stood to my decision of not spending a single cent on all the things that I had seen. No Billabong wallet, no Billabong bag, no Billabong slippers, no Billabong pencil case, no brown felt jacket, no long pants, no boots, no necklaces, no Nike trainers, no earrings, no white tops, no tennis shoes, no adidas bag and no cotton artist cap. Look, look at the amount of temptations that I had resisted for the sake of Ipod nano. Please bow and salute to me. Oh Ipod nano, why are you so irresistable? Why are you so costly? Why, why, why? Well, the highlight of the day was actually bowling. Really nice game with Jay Chou's song playing in the background. Scored 106 on the first round and 76 on the second. Really terrible scores. When can I ever reach 200? It had probably take ages I guess. Halfway through the game, Giraffe pasted his face against the glass panel outside the bowling alley. Yes, we sensed your presence. Turns out that Giraffe and guys + Claudia were heading for Aeon Flux at the cinema. A rather fruitful trip today I guess. See what Eva has got me into. I'm craving for more bowling now. Arggh...Control man, control, $318 more. Samaritans, please send your regards in terms of money to the Cordy Trust Fund. Counting down, 18 more days to 4e class chalet. I have this dreadful feeling that I might be needing a lot of money that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I took bus 80 as usual at Bras Brasah in order to get home. Amazing discovery I realised. Every bus journey just makes me realise how different people behaves when they are bored or simply when they are in public. That's right. There are those uncles who goes on whistling non-stop in bus not to the tune of some mandopop or even Chinese classicals but as though they are mimicking birds chirping. Thanks Uncle, I do not think that whistling in bus will perk the fellow tired passengers sharing the bus with you. That includes me. I don't think an aviary has this wakening effect. The worst scenario is when you have to withstand an almost overflowing bladder. HOW ON EARTH CAN THE WHISTLING STOP THE URINE!? Oh my god. See this is part of the trauma I have to face on bus especially when you have to sit on those with seats that are placed parallel to the windows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then some uncles and aunty will further traumatize you when they start to orh pi sai right in front of you. No, I am not against people who have the urge to dig the pi sai out from their nostrils because they are itching. The only thing that I cannot stand is that instead of putting these pi sai on a piece of tissue, they start flicking it in all direction. Then I have to start worrying that the piece of pi sai will end on any part of my body or worst still, my bag! On my way home when I touch any part of my bag, I might face the fate of touching the pi sai and yucks, I cannot imagine the twisted disgusted expression on my body man. Rest assure, I will only orh pi sai at home or in the toilet the next time. I'm not saying that I have experienced the feeling of trying to orh pi sai in the public but I really felt the tension rising up within me when I saw the uncle opposite flicking his pi sai about. Okay, there goes my long entry for today, I shall go back to my show now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113378365053152962?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113378365053152962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113378365053152962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113378365053152962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113378365053152962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/12/fiesta.html' title='Fiesta'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113345053163857885</id><published>2005-12-01T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:22:11.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudolph the red-nose reindeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rudolph the red-nose reindeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: alfresco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: In the fresh air; outdoors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer&lt;br /&gt;Had a very shiny nose&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever saw it&lt;br /&gt;You would even say it glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the other reindeer&lt;br /&gt;They used to laugh and call him names&lt;br /&gt;They never let poor Rudolph&lt;br /&gt;Join in any reindeer games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one foggy Christmas eveS&lt;br /&gt;anta came to say:"Rudolph with your nose so bright&lt;br /&gt;Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the reindeer loved him&lt;br /&gt;As they shouted out with glee&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer&lt;br /&gt;You'll go down in history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Rudolph, guide my sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Hey Rudolph, guide my sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Hey Rudolph, guide my sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Hey Rudolph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm bored, very. That makes the sudden decision to blog even though I have nothing I had wish to say. Let me see. Oh, okay, I went to watch Hairy Porter eventually. Magnificent I had say but I was quite drained throughout the 2 hours show, must be the lightings. Anyway, I was captivated by this roadside stall selling seashells along the streets linking from Bugis station to the Guan Yin temple. Beautiful, enchanting and totally breath-taking. Somehow i'm quite glad I did not succumb to temptations and buy one of those big ones. Daddy told me some of them are illegal and I do not wish to get raided because I bought one of those shells used by Ariel as her bikini (in case you didn't know, that's the mermaid from Little Mermaid). Yes, I have a fetish for seashells, so what? I can't help but feel like going back there to look for some neat souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 papers down. I'm left with physics to deal with on Monday. Happiness is short however because the major examinations is in January. I really hope all these ends quickly so that I can start my hunt for exotic shops. Shopping in the heartland can all well be a satisfying experience. Drats! There's this big wasps lurking around the kitchen and I am very unwilling to face it alone when I enter the toilet. Okay, I am off to telling myself not to get bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113345053163857885?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113345053163857885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113345053163857885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113345053163857885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113345053163857885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/12/rudolph-red-nose-reindeer.html' title='Rudolph the red-nose reindeer'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113306754119811515</id><published>2005-11-27T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T12:59:01.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediocre calibre</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mediocre calibre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: bivouac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A temporary encampment often in an unsheltered area&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week had been rather fulfilling given the snafus in school. I shall update on my weekends for this particular entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Picture(18).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Picture%2818%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! The prata stall of the "Umbrella" coffeeshop is finally back! Okay, don't ask me what's the name of that coffeeshop. I simply have no idea. Anyway, just 2 weeks ago, another sign of, "PRATA WILL BE BACK SOON" was hanged up instead (well, I didn't took the picture the last time round, but you get it yeah?). Hahaha, a case of personification, that's what CV the Herbie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so anyway, we went to Qian Hu on friday for the weekly ritual of excursion. Nothing much to mention about other than the friendly lobsters there. Okay, I'm really not a fish enthusiast though.I had prefer, at any cost to go to a pet farm or something to that extent instead. At least I get to see doggies. So back to the trip. Ardous bus ride I had say. Terrible man. I wanted to doze off in the bus but I couldn't find a comfortable spot to lean myself against. So I mustered all the energy I had and stare at the scenery outside, hardly blinking. That was hard, really. Afterwhich, head down to the Macdonald's at Bras Brasah to meet the girls up. Ate some stuff and crapped a lot before Moo came and we headed for Jack's place. The main topic was actually teaching Seow Yan the different ways to reject "we-all-know-who-la" Hahaha...as usual, I sticked to my approach of being a really proud peacock and the salmon method not forgetting flicking of hair and sashaying away after you have made your speech. Boy, I must have gotten all that ideas from somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were directed to this centre seats once we reached Jack's place. I bet the waiters there are so gonna remember shoot and marked her down the next time when they see her. Anyway, it was quite a sumptuous dinner that left me really bloated at the end of it. Pictures will be up soon anyway. Anyway, the Gin Lime there wasn't that fantastic but the price is really reasonable given this quality. I should have ordered the norm instead. After dinner, we made our way down to Bugis only to realise it is flooded with tonnes and hoards of people. So we continued walking to the station and ended up at Geylang for some coffee-cum-tea drinking session. Seriously, I would have once again, at any cost, prefer to go to Geylang in the morning instead. It's really not a good feeling to walk through the alley at night. Anyway, we landed up at YONG HE that soyabean shop in the hearts of Geylang.  Went home after the supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now flashing through yesterday. Shoot and I went to National Library to study. Pretty productive I can say. At least I finished whatever work that I brought there. Afterwhich, went off to have our dinner at Macdonald's again and headed down to Funan for some shopping session (okay I know there's really nothing much there). We landed up in Sans bookshop where we got a storybook for $1.50 each! Cheap gain okay. Hahaha...and now...shoot is known as the "Plee gif" woman. Okay, I know this entry sucks but i'm loving it anyway. Pardon me for the randomness if there's such a word anyway. Got to go and study for my term exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113306754119811515?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113306754119811515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113306754119811515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113306754119811515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113306754119811515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/11/mediocre-calibre.html' title='Mediocre calibre'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113282233712322840</id><published>2005-11-24T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:02:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-I-N-G-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B-I-N-G-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: crepuscular&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of or like twilight; dim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Becoming active at twilight or before sunrise, as do bats and certain insects and birds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a farmer who had a dog and Bingo was his name oh. BINGO, BINGO, BINGO and Bingo was his name oh. There was a farmer who had a dog and Bingo was his name oh. (clap)INGO, (clap)INGO, (clap)INGO and Bingo was his name oh. Yoyo, come again. There was a farmer had a dog and Bingo was his name oh. (clapx2)NGO, (clapx2)NGO, (clapx2)NGO and Bingo was his name oh. There was a farmer who had a dog and Bingo was his name oh. (clapx3)GO, (clapx3)GO, (clapx3)GO and Bingo was his name oh. There was a farmer who had a dog and Bingo was his name oh. (clapx4)O, (clapx4)O, (clapx4)O and Bingo was his name oh. There was a farmer who had a dog and Bingo was his name oh. (clapx5), (clapx5), (clapx5) and Bingo was his name oh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please blame my insanity on boredom, it wasn't out of my own will. This is going to be a relatively random entry because I can't think of anything better to do now. Right on first issue! *zooms and dashes* The guys commented earlier on about D*D*'s cafe food (well, please fill in the blanks with vowels naming a,e,i,o,u - so that's relating to a probability of 1:25, happy filling!). They were saying the aunty had probably spiked the food which explains why we patronize the stall everyday to settle our meals. I hope it's not true though. I do not wish to suffer from withdrawal symptoms when I'm having my term break. Imagine myself turning pale from not eating the fried rice and suffering from paroxysm when I cannot drink lemon barley. This is not a good sign. I shall start kicking the habit of happily walking to D*D* for my lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have this gut feeling that the founder of Papparoti set up this shop with the inspiration of our great tenor, Luciano Pavarotti. Ah, music enthusiast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot007.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/ScreenShot009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot007.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/ScreenShot007.3.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, looks like i'm right. Take a look at the striking resemblance. I wonder if Sir Luciano likes coffee anyway...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AMAZING DISCOVERY!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" height="18" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/ScreenShot011.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luciano Pavarotti was born in Modena, Italy. His father, a gifted amateur singer, was a baker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing isn't it? Maybe Sir Luciano created this shop in memory of his father. Who knows? Anyway, the above information was extracted from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luciano_Pavarotti"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. I guess it might be good to have a try at this coffee-filled bread thing. We might turn out to be singing bass or soprano for all we know. HURRAY TO MUSIC!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113282233712322840?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113282233712322840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113282233712322840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113282233712322840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113282233712322840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/11/b-i-n-g-o.html' title='B-I-N-G-O'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113238107272864033</id><published>2005-11-19T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T14:17:52.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standstill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standstill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: deus ex machina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;An unexpected, artificial, or improbable character, device, or event introduced suddenly in a work of fiction or drama to resolve a situation or untangle a plot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A person or event that provides a sudden and unexpected solution to a difficulty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/ScreenShot010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Got this picture from &lt;a href="http://www.dot-at-dot-dot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Geraldine's&lt;/a&gt; blog. So this is how the rat-cum-roach ardent fan looks like. *Applaud please audience**Drum rolls.................**Eyes roll................* Voila! GUO MEI MEI! I thought she look a tad like those plastic dolls when I first see her picture in dine's blog. That made me a bit jittery. I had picture GMM to be someone like Ou de yang since she, like the former mentioned, uses cartoon to represent herself. Anyway, it still isn't going to make my impression of her as a poseur any better given the fact that she traumatized me with her rooooooooooooacccccchyyyyyyy song. Thank you Geraldine for the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when life comes to a complete standstill. When suddenly there is no objectives to anything that you do. When you realised you are coming to a crossroad. When you are trapped in the abyss of nothingness. When you wish the clock could turn back its time, back to the state of peace and tranquility. When you long for the innocence in life. When.................. YOUR DOG IS HIDING UNDER YOUR PARENT'S BED AND REFUSED TO GET OUT! Which thus delayed whatever plans you have because you have to coerce him to get back to his room and stay there for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter-house badminton match yesterday. It was pretty fun minus the infantile behaviour some imbeciles possesed. Let you win la, let you win la, stupid. Not like a winner of an inter-house competition from this pathetic school is gonna get you somewhere near to smelling Cambridge University. Smell my ass =D! Doesn't it just show that some people just don't have sportsmanship nobody how good they are in sports. Stop being a sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rather stupefying experience this week. Let's back-track to Thursday when this particular incident occurred. Shoot and I met at National Library for a self-studying session. Fast-forward to dinner since there's nothing much I can say about studying. Anyway, it's really quiet at the reference corner which I personally find it superb as a studying environment. Of course, due to my short concentration span and a freaking long day in school, I only managed to do 2 statistics exercises. An unaccomplished student in the making I sense. So, we were wandering around this booth outside National Library after that to see what freebies they have (Psst, we saw a lot of people carrying that box and reckon it was free). The catch was actually to complete a survey amidst browsing of the exhibitions and you can get a box of your choice. We did not take the box because we are kiasu and giam beng (having a fetish for petty gains) but because we have art flowing in our blood and took a particular liking for the artsy box, right shoot? By the way, the exhibition was held in conjunction with Singapore Design Festival 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/Picture(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/Picture%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's the box with Muthu beside it. Muthu's really a camera-shy dog so pardon him for this particular shot. I personally think the name Agathe is really cool minus the super-long last name. After the triumph of getting our reward, we walked down to Bugis to settle our dinner. We managed to get to Yoshinoya (oh, I just realised their chinese name is Ji Ye Jia, cool huh?) after walking round and round deciding what to eat. So, nothing much to talk about eating as well and I was having Teriyaki Chicken Bowl as usual. Next on, we decided to walk around Bugis but couldn't managed to find a place that was not crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were off back to home. We walked down to the Bras Brasah bus stop knowing that the one at Bugis will get really crowded and we wouldn't be able to get a seat as such. So we happily got up bus 80 when it arrived and settled for a seat at the upper deck. Soon, the bus came to a halt at Bugis and many boarded the bus. Shoot and I were sitting at the second last row and there was this woman in blue walking up the bus and went straight to the last row which is right behind us. I didn't managed to get how she looked like but I'd reckon she's in her thirties. Soon after the bus started the engine, this guy with a semi-afro hairstyle who is probably around 18-19 walked up as well and sat beside the lady. The guy was holding a plastic bag full of titbits as well. I thought he was pretty much okay-looking until he started talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chao woman (CW): What is that in the plastic bag? What did you buy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chao turban (CT): Bomb! I wanna bomb everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CW: Shh! Don't anyhow say ar. Later mata (police) catch you then you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CT: I scared ar? That stupid bus driver. I put 50cents in the ticketing machine and he refuse to give me a ticket! I still a kid lor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CW: Even kid also pay 55cents la, you put 50cents of course he won't give you. Somemore you not kid liao. Have to pay 90cents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CT: I am still a kid la! I pay 50cents and he should give me the ticket la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this particular conversation, there was an awkward silence until the bus came to Lavendar station towards Kallang station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CW: You know what? My hairdresser bitch about me behind my back la. He say I very hao se (lecherous?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CT: What! Slap him la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CW: Then last time we still so close then now he like that bitch behind my back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CT: Slap him la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CW: He say what he like me, but I don't know mah. I also got no feelings for him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CT: Slap him and ask him to shut up la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CW: I ask him to be practical and don't hao gao wu yuan (having high expectations for something). We humans should have aims but must also be pragmatic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CT: SLAP HIM SLAP HIM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! At this point of time, I was nearly foaming at my mouth and I could hardly contain my laughter. Please enlighten me how such people actually come about to Earth? I couldn't really remember what that CT said but I can vaguely recall him using the same words SLAP HIM SLAP HIM incessantly. He's not the key character anyway. It's time he start introducing more vocabularies into his life. Anyway, they were speaking in Chinese and I translated them into English so do pardon me for the poor translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the journey. So, the bus still continued moving with shoot and me chuckling to ourselves and she having to pretend that she laughed because of a funny sms. Then we came to this really big poster in Geylang with a woman in sexy lingerie beckoning old ah peks and lao ti kos to call the hotline. It screamed in bold, "Jiao you wu xian...." meaning there is no limitations to making friends. The bus was moving at a relatively fast speed so I shall just take the picture next time. Meantime, you guys can check out the poster which is in Geylang, above the durian stall. In my opinion, they should just change the footer to, "Jiao(4) ji wu xian, ji(1) bu ke shi, ai zhi wan sui!" ---- "Unlimited prostitutes. Do not miss this great opportunity. Hail AIDS!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113238107272864033?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113238107272864033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113238107272864033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113238107272864033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113238107272864033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/11/standstill.html' title='Standstill'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113187716189570405</id><published>2005-11-13T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T14:21:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crossroads of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: nonagenarian &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A person 90 years old or between 90 and 100 years old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: This entry is specially dedicated to all those friends, who at this moment of time are going through some rough patches in life. Anyway, I suspect that my tagboard is down again. So, do leave your message at the comments page if you are unable to tag. Ah! A nonagenarian. English is really a beautiful creation of all time, what with the vast vocabulary, grammer and putting your punctuations together. I found this urgent need to comment on something. I do not understand how Guo Mei Mei (whom will be named as GMM here) come about to think that she's oh-so-popular that she can sing other's songs and even to the extent of changing the lyrics. Thank you GMM, when I see a cockroach the next time, I'm gonna squash it because it reminds me of you. Stop being a poser and start singing Majulah Singapura instead. I might buy that album when that happens to show my patriotism. Look what has your "lao shu ai da mi" turned into? A norm in getai performance. Get a life and be a mozzie heroine instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter season now! Well..., at least in some other countries. Allow me to live in my own land of fantasies. PSLE, "N" Levels, "O" Levels, Diploma, "A" Levels, Degree, Masters, Honours and PhD. We are relentlessly pursuing these pieces of certificates be it at the age of 10, 20, 30 or even 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Murdoch university representative's office yesterday. Sometimes, I would still be uncertain of what I really want in life. Is it me or is everyone just like that? I don't have a fixed goal in my life. There seemed to be a need to assure myself to just keep studying hard and to decide this things at a later part of my life. But, I can't. I cannot stop thinking about what I have to study in the future. Ireland or Perth? Veterinary science or Chemistry? 2006 or 2007? So many questions and hardwork seems to be the only answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. To the first friend I dedicate this to. It was never an easy decision for you. The many hurdles and emotional barriers that you have to overcome. You have thus reached the last lap of the battle, I hope you will pick up your emotions right now and make the last dash. Next on, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy yeah? Advice of asking you to relax might be easier said than done because we tend to feel insecure at times and will start thinking of all the different problems we will face. However, please remember that we will be by your side supporting you no matter what decisions you have made. Cast aside all your worries as they are futile now. Sleep well and study hard. Jia you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on, my dear Vanessa. Please do not start thinking that you are running away from problems when you aspire to go overseas to study. As for the relatives' issue, I seriously have nothing to say. Some people have nothing better to do but to go around and poke their nose into people's affair. As long as you think what you are doing is right, just go ahead and fulfill your dreams. Your family and us will always be supportive of your decisions. I think it's time to let go of the past and what has passed and move on in life. 4 more papers, please work harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third on the list, my dearest sister, Geraldine. Haven't seen you for ages but hope you are doing fine this semester. It's alright to have a change of mood at times, we all have it. Thanks to us being known as women. Anyway, just thought of sending a greeting here and please take care of yourself. I'd still wish to see the bubbly and nonsensical you yeah? You have always in my impression been someone who is independent and strong, carry on this attitude and I hope to see you really soon! Your ardent and dedicated fan here, you can sing to me the next time round when we see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Kat the siao. As what I've always told you. You live your life for yourself, I don't see why you need to give a hoot to what people say. If you think you love it that way, you do it that way. Alex told me about not exposing myself too much to the Sun as well but I don't want to risk being as fair as he is, so, oh well. As such, we are not accountable to whatever people think about us. You don't have to start getting angry and agitated over such comments. Remember that anger doesn't solve all problems. Give your bimbotic smile and start flipping your hair across their face yeah? Remember the salmon trick as well =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty much completed what I want to say and I shall start nursing myself back to health before making the dash for my January examinations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113187716189570405?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113187716189570405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113187716189570405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113187716189570405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113187716189570405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/11/crossroads-of-life.html' title='Crossroads of life'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113163364767501178</id><published>2005-11-10T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:40:47.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be nice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day:toothsome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delicious; luscious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pleasant; attractive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sexually attractive or exciting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd always believe that God is fair. Till this day, I still think so. God created geniuses, normal people as well as imbeciles. Ah! Marvellous creation. Why are some people able to start sprouting nonsense without processing it through their brain? Oh, I've forgotten, they are imbeciles. Go on and start figuring why are Malaysians and Singaporean oh-so-ugly in your eyes. I think you are an insult to the word "ugly" anyway. Perhaps nobody ever told you that. I would gladly walk up to you and start pointing out your flaws. I would gladly perform this service at my pleasure. Please also be prepared to receive a mirror as your Christmas gift because you probably do not have the slightest idea of how you look like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Managed to get my first mc (medical certificate) of this term today. Excruciating pain on my back man. That two jabs killed me further. Please liberate me from this suffering, I am dying of sores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the topic again. Wouldn't it be nice if you somehow ended up in the same university with your secondary mates? Wouldn't it be nice if you get to see how they changed over these years? Wouldn't it be nice if you get to enter the same course of study as them? It will all seem good as a pleasant surprise and I am anticipating the day when my exams end. Anyway, battery's running low again. Back to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113163364767501178?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113163364767501178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113163364767501178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113163364767501178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113163364767501178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/11/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be nice?'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113136419205379643</id><published>2005-11-07T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:52:26.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinionated</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Opinionated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: misprize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To despise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To undervalue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Cache phrase of the day, "How are you?". It never fails to tickle me whenever I hear it. Somewhat and somehow, people have interesting ways to express their emotions. Perhaps its the way they phrase their remarks or simply...they are just born like that. "Hahaha! Just kidding la". Thanks, we don't think we very much need that. If it was meant to be kidding, then don't even mention it at all. It all lies down to the point that you don't have something relevant that you want to say but still wants to continue the chat. Talk to the wall my dear. Occasional dose of that sentence is okay but overdose of it can kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have come to understand that at any point of a time, one should not make a personal comment or statement regarding money, life, standard of living, feelings... (Oh, I guess it involves every single thing under the Sun) lest you get rebuked for every sentence you say. Anyway, Richard gave a surprising remark today in class when we were going through quantum phenomena. "Ah, that's the beauty of Physics!" was what he exclaimed when going through some light waves stuff. I wanted to reply, "the beauty of Physics is that is that it's the only subject that is able to make me fall asleep". Yes, that's right, see how much I love Physics. Knotty questions, tough theories and strenuous workings here I come. There's a need to induce myself to love Physics. I LOVE PHYSICS, I LOVE PHYSICS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113136419205379643?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113136419205379643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113136419205379643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113136419205379643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113136419205379643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/11/opinionated.html' title='Opinionated'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113125478775776482</id><published>2005-11-06T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T18:29:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day SAT, Good bye SAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good day SAT, Good bye SAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: pari passu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: At an equal pace; side by side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Listening to "jiang nan" on I-tunes right now. I have to expose myself to more Chinese because I made a big discovery last night - my Chinese suck. What is Yoshinoya in Chinese again? By any chance if you didn't realise, JJ has a really very nice voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! The long-awaited day is here...and...Gone! Yipee! Cheers please! Goodbye SAT my nemesis. Okay, it isn't that much of a nemesis anyway, I just couldn't make out the fact why the English component of the paper is that tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a coincidence or is it on purpose that they put SAT (scholastic aptitude test) on a Saturday morning? I have decided to post this entry in honour of my SAT experience because of my beloved moo moo. Go see her tagboard if you have any queries anyway. The total time taken for the whole paper is 3 hours 45 minutes with 10 sections in it. We have a total of two 5-minutes toilet break and one 1-minute stretch break. Ha! Funny way they name their breaks. I forgo the breaks and just stayed in the room to sleep. Imagine the long queue in the toilet during the break. *phew* Anyway, there wasn't much geeks as I had expected in the room. Some foreigners, some normal-looking people, some long-haired, some wearing Raffles windbreaker, some irritating coughing people and of course some really smart people. I have a newfound respect for myself being able to sit in the examination room for 4 hours without moving about. Anyway, we went to Soup Restaurant last night. Marvellicious food I can say. After dinner, went shopping around with Money to get some clothings and stuff. After everything, we ended up in Indochine Nude Restaurant. Ultimate ambience I must say. Good live band, good position, good cocktails and fishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My handphone is currenly suffering from the Madly Handphone Syndrome (MHS). Below are some of the symtoms of this syndrome:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prompting you to insert the SIM card all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shutting down on its own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unable to get to the main menu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unable to make a call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unable to send out SMS-es&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, that's right. I somehow think it's time to throw my handphone off the building. It might turn out better yeah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113125478775776482?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113125478775776482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113125478775776482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113125478775776482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113125478775776482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-day-sat-good-bye-sat.html' title='Good day SAT, Good bye SAT'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113110976679466917</id><published>2005-11-04T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:11:08.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: faineant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: Doing nothing; shiftless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: A rather fulfilling day today. Went to school early in the morning and only started proper lessons at 9:45a.m which is like "Wow, nice". At least I don't have to hear her saying, "Seashell, understand?" Yes, thank you, when did I become part of the beach? Met Leslie xiong who came back from China and bumped into Chun Hui and Jansie on the bus. Thanks man Leslie for the treat, nice meal huh? Kena tekan throughout. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, I am a faineant student right now given the fact that I have my SAT reasoning test tomorrow. I do not have the slightest idea for now as to why I am taking this particular test (it is not required in Australia universities). Hahaha, Wanling blamed me for not planning carefully before I register for the test. I'd think so too. Anyway, since I have already registered for it, I shall give my best shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A clear path, a clear goal and a clear mind. I am off to rest now. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113110976679466917?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113110976679466917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113110976679466917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113110976679466917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113110976679466917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/11/aspiration.html' title='Aspiration'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113075993873815874</id><published>2005-10-31T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:58:58.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Students vs. Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Students vs. Teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: immolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To kill as a sacrifice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To kill (oneself) by fire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To destroy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The agony of being a student is that the teacher is always right. Well, at least that's what some teachers presume. I've got an ultimately pleasant surprise today! A surprise so pleasant it got me foaming at the mouth I swear. For the first time of this term, she was confidently assertive of her answers and explanations. Yes, I admit my fetish in scrutinising every single thing she writes on the board and pin-pointing the mistakes she make (if she doesn't have mistakes she wouldn't have to worry about that). I doubted the confidence she exhibited today and started questioning about last week's test. This was when she arrogantly said she couldn't be wrong because she extracted the questions from the past year papers. Wow! A round of applause please audience. I didn't know she had such capability! Double wow! Secret exposed. It only goes to show that she is not fit to be a teacher because she had to rely on answer scheme complete with workings to mark our scripts. Triple wow! If she had such a great ability, why didn't she apply it on finding more resources to teach us instead of imparting all the wrong knowledge?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough! What's the big fuss about having a degree in microbiology? What's the big fuss about you being able to pronounce w as v? What's the big fuss that you are a teacher? What's the big fuss that you can scream at me just to show that you had a stand in the bloody school!? Yeah, I'd like you to have a taste of my attitude. Go ahead, go on and bitch about me in front of A. Go have a major discussion with him and he's gonna tell you I made him depressed by walking out of the class just because he threw my toot. He's also gonna mention that he doesnt know what he have done to deserve this. Oh, oh, did I also mention that he's gonna make me sound like i'm a sinner because I'm like one of the oh-very-few people who complained about him and trying to "break his ricebowl". I could spend the whole day telling you what I did to make A depressed! I could jolly well do that to you. Go wipe your ass with leaves man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. Happy Halloween anyway. I hope you have a pumpkin over your head and I hope a thousand skeletons-in-the-closet haunt you tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113075993873815874?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113075993873815874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113075993873815874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113075993873815874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113075993873815874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/10/students-vs-teachers.html' title='Students vs. Teachers'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113050705730233139</id><published>2005-10-28T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:02:04.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Parts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best Parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: malediction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A curse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slander.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of a show is the climax.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of sleep is not having dreams or nightmare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of a home is a comfortable bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of a game is the process of enjoying it. Winning is second.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of losing is being able to see the ugly side of people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of being a passerby is that you are not involved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of being a child is the freedom and innocence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of a song is the lyrics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of painting is the abstract artistic meanings behind it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of life is being able to know different people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of studies is getting to know more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of a vehicle is the engine. You can't run without it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of internet is the information available.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of my life...is my friends and family. And, that includes Ondre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You get to know things you wouldn't expect everyday. Things that are out of norm. Things that are unapprehendable. Things that are bizarre. Today is one such day. I am glad I get to know these things because it made me realise how fortunate I am and how simple my life is. I am starting to appreciate things more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113050705730233139?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113050705730233139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113050705730233139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113050705730233139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113050705730233139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-parts.html' title='Best Parts'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-113004206834583839</id><published>2005-10-23T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T12:34:28.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trepidation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trepidation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: sotto voce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: In soft tones, so as not to be overheard; in an undertone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Haven't been updating for ages due to a certain number of factors. No. 1: I'm busy correcting what the Pakistani teach everyday. No. 2: I'm ending late everyday. No. 3: I'm preparing for Halloween party. No. 4: Too many programmes lining up. No. 5: Not in the mood. No. 6: My homework's piling up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of a time, I would wish to stress that I do not have anything against a teacher who is of a different race as I am (relating to Z who is a pakistani and A who is an indonesian). Please do not start a racial riot because I am being very objective here. A teacher of any race will not make a difference to me as long as they teaches the right stuff and most importantly knows how to teach! C'mon man, I have teachers from Nigeria, Philippines, Malaysia. Teachers who are aboriginals, chinese from China as well as Indonesians but I'd never have problems with them like I have with the both of you! Reflect man, chickens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I give you an equation of  N2O4 (g) &lt;=&gt; 2NO2(g), what would be the first thing that comes to your mind? The basic fundamentals of such given equations is that the mole ratios equate isn't it? I swear to the Gods I have never heard since I took Chemistry in secondary 3 that the mass equates to each other! Taking for example there are 4 moles of 2NO2, then there will definitely be 2 moles of N2O4 according to the mole ratio: N2O4 = 2NO2. Even an idiotic Chemistry student will know that. Z started teaching us the method that if 20g of N2O4 produces 11.5g of NO2, in order to find out the number of N2O4 remaining, you have to take (20g - 11.5g). Ha! Ridiculous! How about the molar mass then? Anyway, when I tried telling about mole ratio equating instead of mass, she started looking pissed and wanted to justify why is it so (of course she couldn't give a valid answer). You so clever you go be the scientist to invent this new equation la! Thanks for giving me extra work to do. Thanks for making me check the net everytime for information on Chemistry to see if you have taught the right thing. Thanks for making me attending your stupid useless class when you cannot even differentiate orbits and shells! If I had a choice, I'd bet for a million pounds I will not attend your lessons (I just don't want to get myself into deeper trouble lest chao turban write a bloody bad testimonial for my University entrance). What on Earth did students do to deserve things like that? It's not fair at all! For goodness sake, print a bloody piece of specification to know what you are supposed to teach! Worst thing about Z is that when we tried telling her and me even providing the steps worked out to get the answers given by the textbook, she just "bua bodoh" (act blur) and changed topic saying she wanna move on to the next chapter! KNN! I've had enough liao la, we come to school to do well not pay school fees to have teachers like you who isn't fit to teach! Bloody admit your mistakes and I will just take it with a pinch of salt yah!? If I could I would just scream at her and walk out of the class like what I did in A's class. But, I just do not wish to repeat the history anymore and having a report saying that I cause distress to the class. In actual fact, the class were supportive of me storming out because A got really disturbed by it and stopped the lessons momentarily (he's not well-liked by the class but the school is unwilling to chase him off because they would have to pay him for the contract thing). You guys forced me to do things I had never done before, arguing with the teacher, correcting the teacher and walking out of the class. Thanks yah? I don't need anymore of these shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B: I am really pissed thinking about all these useless teachers. I do not wish to say anymore lest I start spewing nonsense and vulgarities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-113004206834583839?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/113004206834583839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=113004206834583839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113004206834583839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/113004206834583839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/10/trepidation.html' title='Trepidation'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-112946462466233207</id><published>2005-10-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:10:25.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorched</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scorched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: reconnaissance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: An inspection or exploration of an area, especially one made to gather military information&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Heart stops. Brain dies. People leave. But, time just continue drifting off without waiting for us to ponder or consider the actions made. Yes, it's the 4th week of school and I am seriously panicking for the future. Perhaps, its good to be advised of the future at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the fever, I'm hot, I can't be stopped! I've got the woo, the ahh...(yeah, it's a cheer or some sort of that which I can't really remember) What's new? I've got burnt again. If anyone has the slightest idea of giving me a friendly pat on the back, give it up. You'd probably get a thousand slaps in return (ah! quite a good deal right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of yesterday and today morning out at sea. Scorching sun, phew! I swear it got me worn out with all the rocking and diesel smell. We were down for waterfest 2005 at Esplanade that area. It would probably be the last time people will see water taxi at that area since it will be closed for the integrated resort. I seriously can't remember the things that will be happening there as there's too many series of events happening. Didn't bothered to go for the carnival since it was really troublesome to transfer onto a speedboat to get on to land. Time flies when it is fun and sweet. Perhaps at times, simplicity is the key word to life. I can't wait to meet up with shoot and moo soon. (I know moo's gonna said I just met her for dinner 2 days ago. Okay, I get the point yah? But, we seldom go out in groups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New week. New beginning. Hope this will be a better week. I am still aspiring to enter Murdoch, please grant me the strength and motivation to work harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/cordy_tooty/DSCN7366.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hey ape! That's your compatriot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/cordy_tooty/DSCN7289.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That's my blarder and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/cordy_tooty/DSCN7293.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My lovely parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/cordy_tooty/DSCN7294.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My dad trying to sell me opium and we had a fight about the price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/cordy_tooty/DSCN7298.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I decided to sell coke eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/cordy_tooty/DSCN7362.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;City view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/cordy_tooty/DSCN7363.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/cordy_tooty/DSCN7369.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-112946462466233207?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/112946462466233207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=112946462466233207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112946462466233207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112946462466233207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/10/scorched.html' title='Scorched'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-112912612259446289</id><published>2005-10-12T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:08:42.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: serendipity &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fact or occurrence of such discoveries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;An instance of making such a discovery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: [to the tune of jingle bells] Chemistry, chemistry, chemist all the way, oh what fun it is to read on the stupid alkaline, yeah! Chemistry, chemistry, chemist all the way, oh what joy it is to read on the bloody polymers! Self-inducing exercise number 1: repeat the phrase, "I don't hate chemistry, I love chemistry" for a thousand times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me repeat again, "I am a slow retard". That's why I don't understand people's actions and thinkings at times. I do not understand why are homosexual being obstracized. I do not understand why people start their childish acts against some people just because they are not like them. I do not understand as well, why these people actually exist. At this point of time, my heart goes out to Alexander (even though we weren't on very good terms at one point of a time because he thought I said he was wearing too much perfume when I was referring to Leslie's bottle of perfume in his bag. Ah, sensitive beings).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, back to the topic. Must people who are not "normal" or aesthetically gifted (if you get what I mean) bear with all these insults and sneers? If everybody is the same, then you wouldn't have seen to be significant isn't it? Worst still, he is being cast aside and had to even be deprived of the subjects he ought to be taking. Perhaps at times, these people ought to give a thought to other's feelings. They are not the only ones who are keen to study (yeah like as if, I am just presuming). Enough said. It's obvious they are all so selfish that I have to go on without break for 6 periods. Thanks man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-112912612259446289?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/112912612259446289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=112912612259446289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112912612259446289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112912612259446289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/10/prejudice.html' title='Prejudice'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-112894458999923293</id><published>2005-10-10T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:43:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The irony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: laconic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: Using or marked by the use of few words; terse or concise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Yeah! I passed my basic theory, like wow! Million thanks to bangla sitting beside me who made me laugh and thus resulting in me being slightly relaxed for the test because you know all the information will flow out once I panic. Watched "tong meng qi yuan" with dine at Shaw tower just now (my first time there ya la?) Anyway, we are planning for a night cycling trip one of these days, interested people please leave a message at my tagboard and you will be updated about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/cordy_tooty/Picture28.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what dine quoted, "our first date". Hahaha, and we have to spend it at shaw tower watching some touching story. Why do shows always have to be touching at the end and we have to end up crying and leaving the cinema with puffy eyes. Goodness but it was a nice show anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facet of life is that it is simply ironical. When you are a young and active being, you longed to grow older so that you can be part of the "matured gang". However, as you get older, you will start yearning for the life whereby freedom can be easily found and the innocent and fun-loving times. Oh, contradictions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing much to say now because I have a test to study for tomorrow. So, got to go for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-112894458999923293?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/112894458999923293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=112894458999923293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112894458999923293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112894458999923293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/10/irony.html' title='The irony'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-112859590817436405</id><published>2005-10-06T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:29:35.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rojakology</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rojakology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: sempiternal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: Enduring forever; eternal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Small note: I am feeling extremely lethargic now. Let's hope it's not dengue. I am paranoid about this whole bloody thing what with an average of I don't know, probably 100-150 cases everyday. If this goes on, everybody's gonna get it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah huh! The title today speaks a thousand words doesn't it? So I'm just going to continue crapping on the different topics since I can't think of anything serious to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't your friends always go on asking, "Hey, what type of girl/guy you like ar?" Yeah, curiosity always kills the cat. Since I'm so into the mood of typing now, I shall write the main preference which me and dine totally agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want my boyfriend to be as stupid as I am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Call me a feminist for all you want. I mean c'mon man, why are girls the only creatures on Earth allowed to be stupid? I wouldn't like the idea of staring at my boyfriend in utmost admiration and praising him like there's no tomorrow even if he said something wrong. Just because he is smart and a brainy ass. Blah! I'd rather prance up and start saying something like, "Boy am I glad you are as stupid as me!" *flashing that mega-watt smile* Of course, he doesn't have to be dumber than me lest he will just have to be classified as semi-retarded like that Pierre Png guy from "tong xing yuan" that forever has nothing to do but to start saying, "mei len yu, mei len yu" *bimbotic tone and shakes ass* (that's how he pronounces it la). Please note that I am in any sense not against people who are smart. If you are, I congratulate you. I mean everyone are born with different abilities, yeah, I'm a dumbo, so what? It isn't like you are supposed to support me or live with me the rest of your life ain't it? So, stop telling me things like, "Ask the scientist la!" when I simply posted a question to you. Hey, are you challenging my intellect huh? *rolls a thousand eyeballs* Am I supposed to go to Einstein's grave, dig his skeletons up and start yakking, "Hey you bag of bones, bloody hell you! Answer me how is this theory possible? Why is it like that?" He'd probably haunt me when I'm asleep. I'd give a million pounds and wish that Einstein or Thomas Edison never existed. Also, don't start your long speech of &lt;em&gt;i-know-it-because-i-know-it&lt;/em&gt; or&lt;em&gt; i-know-it-because-i-read-it-from-the-book-and-i-dont-see-the-need-of-telling-you &lt;/em&gt;kindda reasons. Hey mister, people don't know then ask you la, you think what? Can you kindly reply with less arrogance, we don't need that anymore, it's too much for us. If women can be stupid, men can be as well, yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I aspire to be like spongebob squarepants, stay tune for the pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/cordy_tooty/13.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-112859590817436405?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/112859590817436405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=112859590817436405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112859590817436405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112859590817436405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/10/rojakology.html' title='Rojakology'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-112834122381017308</id><published>2005-10-03T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:07:03.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be...if I could, I surely would</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd rather be...if I could, I surely would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: effulgence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A brilliant radiance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Shall spent some time blogging about something before I get on to my Physics homework and revision for test. Yeah, I am going to have a change on my timetable again! Rejoice! Please rejoice! Please dance in jubilance because I am so affirmed of the shit I'm gonna get. Ha! I'd bet with Ondre's dumb-bell toy I'm gonna end really late. If you are thinking what I am thinking, yes, chao turban has too much time to spare. Doesn't all these explains the amount of free time he enjoys? In my opinion, he should make full use of these time to go on to the internet or flip the pages of newspaper and find himself a comfy old folk's home. I have this feeling that he might be needing it really soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah huh! Does the title ring a bell? It's actually part of a song that goes like, "I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail, yes I would, if I could, I surely would..." and blah blah blah. It just continues on other than changing the sparrow and the snail with some other stuffs. So, it's pretty obvious what I am going to start yakking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPONGEBOB!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm fully aware that bugger is kindda perverted but that's what ling-jie suggested when I said I wanted to live on the sea. Afterwhich, she started humming and singing to the tune of the cartoon. I really cannot imagine how being a sponge feels like. I think the sponge must have felt really dirty and insulted what with people squeezing them the whole day. So, we can't really blame spongebob for being perverse (he has a deprived childhood la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/1600/ScreenShot0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7068/1432/320/ScreenShot0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are two shades of green. Blame it on poor editing but I'm too tired to do any amendments now. SPONGEBOB HAS BIG EYES! Ah, sexay man! Okay, it's time to go back to my daily routine. Spare me from the agony! Spare me oh spare me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N.B: It's time for me to get medical check-ups for my psychological state. I'd honestly think I'm suffering from split personality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-112834122381017308?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/112834122381017308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=112834122381017308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112834122381017308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112834122381017308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/10/id-rather-beif-i-could-i-surely-would.html' title='I&apos;d rather be...if I could, I surely would'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-112808226135002496</id><published>2005-09-30T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T20:16:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmless vs. Malice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harmless vs. Malice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: booboisie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A class of people regarded as stupid and gullible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Haven't been updating for days since school is rather hectic. What with all the changing of timetables and getting used to the new teachers. What in the world is going on here *pakistani accent*. Know the Visa credit card or whatever that is advertisement? The little indian girl wanted to buy birds to wish for good luck for her brother. That's how my new chemistry teacher speaks like other than the fact that its slightly more unclear, heavier accent and faster. Did I make my point across?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har! It's good to be back here but I had better not mention my school's name in this blog lest I get sued for slandering or whatever. Talk less and crap more, yeah! I don't think the school will be that smart anyway, so, oh well, it's alright. One week have passed after like &lt;em&gt;vroom!&lt;/em&gt; Damn fast la and I have not done up a lot of stuffs so I shall start studying tomorrow lest I get penalized by chao turban again. 9 modules in January, God bless me. Let's simply hope that I can at least get 5As so that I will not have to retake soo many modules during June. Yeah yeah yeah or not I die until damn jialat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got nothing much I want to say so I guess I'm off to hibernate before studying tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-112808226135002496?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/112808226135002496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=112808226135002496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112808226135002496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112808226135002496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/09/harmless-vs-malice.html' title='Harmless vs. Malice'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-112783159555922805</id><published>2005-09-27T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:33:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: paladin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A paragon of chivalry; a heroic champion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A strong supporter or defender of a cause&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-112783159555922805?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/112783159555922805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=112783159555922805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112783159555922805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112783159555922805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/09/word-of-day-paladin-meaning-paragon-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-112773471044120593</id><published>2005-09-26T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T19:38:31.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First day of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: primordial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being or happening first in sequence of time; original&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primary or fundamental&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: First day of school. No lessons but I am worn out. See what has school done to nice students like me. Okay, fine, I lied, I'm not that nice a student but at least I didn't burn the school down after what has happened. I am starting war soon, please do not hinder my progress because anti-matthewism is on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forget about not having a timetable. Forget about the fact that almost everybody has forgotten us. Forget about us making a wasted trip there. They must have all thought that we have turned into spirits after the Lunar 7th month or probably fly to the moon to get chummy with Chang'e after the Autumn's festival. Yes, it is just the first day of school but it has left my blood boiling, my head fuming, my blood vessels bursting, my veins protruding and my arteries erupting blood very soon. I am at any point of time ready to turn violent and unstable. So, if you wish to incur my wrath now, go ahead, I will just turn you inside out and pull off your intestines and tie it around you. Afterwhich, I will pour a whole packet of blood over you and throw you into Singapore river.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I say I wanted to quit taking Geography? Stop comparing me with the UK students stating that's what they usually do. Saying what they start with 4A's and end up doing 3A's and an AS. WHAT ON EARTH CAN I DO WITH AN AS GEOGRAPHY. Enlighten me on that, I am seriously puzzled, really. Am I supposed to wash toilet with that AS Geography and then telling people how I understand the human shit decomposes and pollutes the environment when it's flushed into the sea. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH??? Thank you but I do not think the toilet-users are interested in this information. I might just diss them off. Hey mattew, what did you grew up on? Should be sewage I guess. I bet you had shit for breakfast, toadstools for lunch and probably some bacteria of some sort for dinner. Ah, that explains why your brain is useless and it keeps shrinking to the extent of becoming a pea brain. Did anyone told you you look a tad like that earthworm Jim with that extremely long face of yours. Sad thing is that you are too fat to qualify becoming earthworm Jim. I am capable of spewing a long string of profanities now but I shall not waste my breath on someone like you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just when I am so determined to study, my dreams are dashed. I am so tired now. Let's work hard together Wanling. I'm so glad I have you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-112773471044120593?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/112773471044120593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=112773471044120593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112773471044120593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112773471044120593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-112765476172135428</id><published>2005-09-25T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:26:01.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Title-less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: propitious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presenting favorable circumstances; auspicious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kindly; gracious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Small note: This is a totally redundant entry because I am very sure I do not know what to write on. However, I will try my best to churn out something because it may jolly well mean that I might not blog as often the next few months. I've finally reached my last round of college years, ah, I smell the bliss of freedom approaching soon. SAT on 5th November. Meanwhile, I have to look for a clinic assistant job for experience because it proves to be useful for overseas universities. I have yet to know what time I am supposed to report to school tomorrow and I have a gut feeling carrot head lied to Wanling. I think I am facing impending doom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is pretty much of a rest-and-relax day since it's the last day of the 3-months summer break. I have done nothing much other than SAT really (I am still wondering how am I going to survive the remaining 9 months, Ha, blast me yah? With the weapons of mass destruction because I am pretty hardy). I know it's not easy to study but hey, imagine what you can do if you don't study? I really don't know. Perhaps sweeping the floor in Macdonald's, folding some clothings in Giordano, scrub some toilet bowls in Paragon or even being a mozzie killer (Hae--yah! It's a cool job now okay? Everybody is in the anti-mozzies mode now). Coming to think of it, do you even realise that the jobs mentioned above mostly requires at least an N'level certificate. I have never seen a job advertisement asking for someone who has just a PSLE certificate. Prove me wrong and I will give you a can of tuna (I have loads at home). So, now what? It's the cruelty of reality again. You need that bloody certificate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of mosquitoes, if I have a chance now, I would like to catch a mosquito and pluck off its legs, its wings and then burn it with a candle! I can't stand it anymore! It's been stinging me like nobody's business and making me extremely paranoid now. I don't wish to suffer from dengue fever okay? I don't wish to stay in hospital okay? So just get lost moz before I raze your home with a torch and remove all the hairs on your body before finally pulling off your intestines and tying it around you (sorry, too much of happytreefriends).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15463184-112765476172135428?l=blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/feeds/112765476172135428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15463184&amp;postID=112765476172135428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112765476172135428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15463184/posts/default/112765476172135428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblah-black-toot.blogspot.com/2005/09/title-less.html' title='Title-less'/><author><name>tooootz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08191486735489365557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15463184.post-112753203270606768</id><published>2005-09-24T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:40:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal issues 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Animal issues 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word of the day: apologia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning: A formal defense or justification&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small note: Had a pretty long chat after the posting of entry with mother moo. Thank you moo for always being there somehow. I just seem to feel so much better after talking to her each time. I am addicted to "mei ren yu" by JJ (it pretty much has a touch of melancholy in an underwater scene). Shoot, please go download that song, it's damn nice, I bet you will like it. It hurts to know too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;School is starting soon. Counting down, 1 more day, my last moment of bliss. It is very much a mixture of feelings between anticipation and dreary. Sophomore year is awaiting us this coming Monday and soon I will be heading towards Murdoch University (which is what I very much wish to enter). I know I have to be prepared that the road upfront might not be all that oh-so-pleasant or even smooth going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is very much filled with irony and contradictions, really. We were happily shopping in Pet Lover's Centre yesterday night and the next moment, a stray was spotted just outside the shop. It beats me but I somehow feel that perhaps I shouldn't have felt happy when I saw those dogs away in the cages. Who knows they might be landing up on the streets one of these days. Be responsible, be responsible and again be responsible. Isn't that what the adults always say? Then it struck on me, it's a lie. They are not fulfilling what they have preached. They are just saying that because it's a must-have virtue. I felt sorry but I can't do anything. I do not have the financial and whatever capabilities now. So many dreams yet they are all dashed by a word known infamously as Laziness. Perhaps it is time to wake up from the dreamland and break free from the hush-hush world where your friends say, "oh, it's alright, try harder next time." No, it's time to get loose of all these things because it's time when reality sets in and we have to strive for what we want. Once I lose these two chances, I lose everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When A kills B and both are humans, A gets hanged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a lion kills B, the lion gets killed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When A kills a lion, A does not suffer any consequences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I know, A may have done that on self-defence but can anyone justify why a person can get away scot-free when he throw a litter of kittens whom in my opinion are extremely harmless. I cannot fathom how on earth a litter of kittens can cause disastrous harm to probably a 30-year-old fit as a fiddle man. Tell me how. Enlighten me on this situation. You are not a cat lover but that does not give you the rights to abuse them. I am not an avid cat lover as well but you don't see me going around with a stapler doing some pervertic stuffs on their ears (yes, that's what some people did). They cannot speak but they have the rights to live because they are a life. Imagine getting killed when you haven't even seen the world. Right, rebuke me and say they are irritating. I'd bet my whole fortune you were irritating as a kid as well which led you to having a half-insane, psychotic, pervertic, bonkers, half-cocked, whacko, deranged and derailed personality. I could contin
