<?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-6644761</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:13:29.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looney</title><subtitle type='html'>loony</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-114257621409842388</id><published>2006-12-10T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:16:54.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haitus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-114257621409842388?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/114257621409842388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/114257621409842388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#114257621409842388' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-114257587787361841</id><published>2005-09-27T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:11:17.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like my new friend. I think i'm falling.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-114257587787361841?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/114257587787361841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/114257587787361841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#114257587787361841' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112765993423179429</id><published>2005-09-25T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:52:14.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been long. I've been too lazy to come online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prelims have ended last week, and the A's are 6 weeks away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, I was on the train and what I saw enraged me. There were two groups of disabled people. One was a group of 4 mutes/deaf, and another, a small group of mentally disabled people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on the train were starring at the mutes as though they were aliens. So what if they communicated with sign language and some strange noise gets "emitted" once in a while? Does it give you the right to stare, and bitch? It's rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse still, this group of ITE students were bitching and laughing at the mentally disabled kids. They were speaking in their mother tongue. I happen to understand their mother tongue and it's extremely disgusting to hear such comments made about the mentally disabled. You people are no better off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the interesting thing is that before one of the mentally disabled kids, before getting off the train, pointed at the group of ITE students and said something which i could not make out. haha.. it was so cute in a way. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is another incident that pissed me off. I was at the Toa Payoh branch of NTUC last week. It was one plus in the afternoon. Strangely, the place was pretty packed. The people there pissed the hell out of me. Groups of old ladies hogged the isle, talking and oblivious of their surroundings. Some smelled like they bred dogs in their hair. Others were office workers, taking their own sweet time to choose stuff, and walking as though their nails would chip off if they walked a little faster. And when they bumped into colleagues, they would stop and talk, just like the old ladies. Educated people mind you. Educated people doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought only 2 items and so went to the express counter. And what do I see? People with baskets at the express counter! ok, i forgive you. maybe the other queues were too long. But the stupid cashiers, all of them, were taking their own sweet time keying in purchases, scanning items, packing slowly. If the place is empty, by all means, go ahead and take your time. But the place was packed, the queues were so long one might think free money was being distributed at the counters! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the service industry in Singapore is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112765993423179429?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112765993423179429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112765993423179429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112765993423179429' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112602917486672398</id><published>2005-09-07T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T01:52:54.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time. How is everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP prelims over but prelims for all other subjects are coming. A levels are coming. Army is coming. Life is ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've somehow lost the will to do anything. I feel like falling into a comatose and die!! Math is not as easy as I found it to be. Long gone are the days I could do questions off hand. My A grade for math has slowly slipped to an E. And the prelim practice papers are not helping one bit. Plus, sources from ACJC and SAJC said that their papers were tough. I'm hopeless. I feel like wallowing into self pity and die!! This afternoon, I broke down while doing math. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a lesson learnt,I must learn not to wallow in self pity. I must be strong and take control. Listen to Il Divo. It calms the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the people who have lost their lives. Many disasters have been happening around the world. Plane crashes, typhoons. What is happening? Probably this is the inner voice of life-the chaos, misery, turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Shawn! Look around you! People are dying, studying. What about you? Do something! You don't want to end up nowhere, crying and frustrated. You don't want no E's and O's on your cert. Hell no! AAA and at least a B3 for GP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever said growing up is a process, I would like to raise my hand as the exception. It doesn't really evolve slowly and unnoticeably. One bright sunny morning, when you're not looking, it hits you square in the face! And *tadaa*. All the evil and unhappiness and the destroyed utopia you thought you lived in. Ahhh, the lovely pains of growing up. Or growing old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112602917486672398?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112602917486672398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112602917486672398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112602917486672398' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112409377584790110</id><published>2005-08-15T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:16:15.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have recovered. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since I came online. Busy studying. Well, not really studying studying, but at least, getting there. The exams are approaching and I'm scared. Less than a month to prelims, and less than 3 months to the A levels. I should not have started studying last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been draining the life out of me. I want to party!! After prelims perhaps? Maybe once. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished clearing my room. Haven't cleared it since last year. Yup. Last year. Mum went out to bind my notes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random happenings since the last time I blogged:&lt;br /&gt;-My phone broke down last week. I almost cried!&lt;br /&gt;-I got picked up. &lt;br /&gt;-Watched fireworks. (if only you were there)&lt;br /&gt;-Watched 3 movies.&lt;br /&gt;-Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sums up my boring update. I'll promise a more exciting update the next time I blog, when the weather is not so hot. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112409377584790110?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112409377584790110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112409377584790110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112409377584790110' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112299478473905489</id><published>2005-08-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:55:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking about death these past few days. No, I'm not going to kill myself or anything. Death in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is natural death painful? &lt;br /&gt;Will it be quick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would come by to see me before I die? &lt;br /&gt;Will I get a chance to see certain people for one last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, would I die knowing that I lived life to the max, achieving what I set out to achieve, making an impact on something I did, and have no unfinished business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I have settled all my personal stuff and I can leave the world happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have high blood pressure. Gasp! BP 167/86. That's very high. The doctor said I'm too young to have high BP, so I'll go back again next week and get it checked again. The first time I saw my blood pressure so high was during the army medical. Today is the second time I see my BP so high. I swear school is the cause of all this. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to drop dead this next instant, I will not die a happy man. I've not lived my life to the max. There are things which I have not done happily. Like my current status in Junior College, but I won't whine about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;There is someone I want to apologies to. I'm sorry. I might have been childish, a jerk, a bastard or an emotionally charged high EQ asshole. Sorry. I may not be as good, I can't write as well, nor match his certain achievements, nor can I replace him. &lt;br /&gt;During the time I was with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, I hope you enjoyed my company, the laughs, me being there, the joy, my comforts, and most importantly, enjoyed the little boy &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; fell in love with. I loved you a lot, and I hope that you loved me too. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; know I did.&lt;br /&gt;I have wept the 7 seas, and they are still filling up with tears. I've written stories, poems, letters, but I don't want to bother &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I still think of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. I know that I shouldn't be like this. I don't want to be like this either. But the pain lingers much as I try to let go of it. It's not the pain of breaking up anymore. I've gotten over that. It's the pain of losing &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, of missing &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Though our journey together as one has ended, I hope that now, we can go back to the very old days of being the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry once again. Don't hold it against me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm posting this. But it's been bugging me recently, even now. I have to let it out of my system. Hope you understand. I hope you don't get angry over this. If you object to this entry, SMS me yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112299478473905489?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112299478473905489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112299478473905489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112299478473905489' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112274365886187598</id><published>2005-07-31T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:15:20.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Retail therapy is good. :) If only I print money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend about how people used to chat over the internet. The "beng" era, where everyone was going "heyz" "nitez" "lehz" and adding 'z' to almost every other word. Goodness. I actually talked like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112274365886187598?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112274365886187598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112274365886187598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112274365886187598' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112265674129858311</id><published>2005-07-30T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:34:10.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from Newton with some friends from next door. Here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b106/looneyloony/PICT0015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b106/looneyloony/th_PICT0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Julia  HuiShan&lt;br /&gt;Joel Slut Whore ShiJue ShiYin JinRong  &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b106/looneyloony/PICT0010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b106/looneyloony/th_PICT0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;the toilet boys &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b106/looneyloony/PICT0007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b106/looneyloony/th_PICT0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;spot LUSTY FACE. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b106/looneyloony/PICT0018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b106/looneyloony/th_PICT0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Joel's butt. He had a classic fall. :) &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEL GOH HAD A CLASSIC FALL!!! I can't upload the clip here, but I'll send you the clip. I guarantee you major laughs. haha.. Thereafter, we proceeded to Bitch's house to play cards. &lt;br /&gt;(I'll send the photos and videos to you all when I see you all online.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112265674129858311?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112265674129858311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112265674129858311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112265674129858311' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112262080831144187</id><published>2005-07-29T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:48:51.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A life of a hardworking JC student:&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays:&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 6am plus minus.&lt;br /&gt;In school from 7am plus to on average 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Study.&lt;br /&gt;Study.&lt;br /&gt;Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such monotony. Luckily my weekends aren't like that (yet?).&lt;br /&gt;I hate JC life. I'm becoming so boring and stressful and I hate it. An outbreak yet again. *roar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZ Lim said I can pass my NAPFA. He WANTS me to pass. Sweet. "Everytime I see you, you will pull, and pull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in PES D. For the next three months, pending medical reports which need to be verified. I had another blood test done today, and that explains my absence from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't forget me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112262080831144187?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112262080831144187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112262080831144187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112262080831144187' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112238078790576104</id><published>2005-07-26T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:26:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The God's are treating me nice today.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling good. Refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;Fernandez was exceptionally nice. She let me take back the compre, and do it over the weekend! Oh my goodness. Hope she remains this nice, or even nicer!! :))&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Econs mock tomorrow. I better start studying. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hope you are feeling better. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112238078790576104?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112238078790576104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112238078790576104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112238078790576104' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112230451582631320</id><published>2005-07-25T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:15:15.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The dam is long dry. But tonight, once again, the river is alive with activity, after a very long break. Discretely direct. I'm not being sensitive. Getting together is not the hardest part I realize. It's the aftermath treatment that hurts more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now say more. If not, whinny and childish will I be branded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peanut came &lt;br /&gt;just when the whole world seemed so blue.&lt;br /&gt;Walnut, groundnut you say?&lt;br /&gt;Aye, I'm none. I'm cashew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the long months of chasing&lt;br /&gt;the little nut.&lt;br /&gt;The nutcracker.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a celebrated time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward the hands of time, &lt;br /&gt;and twenty o five has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;A time of trials&lt;br /&gt;and tribulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things fly by &lt;br /&gt;like a metronome set at 160.&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to complain&lt;br /&gt;nor whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose is just to free my heart&lt;br /&gt;of the pain and sorrow kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;The words pierce through&lt;br /&gt;so discretely, yet direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for not being better,&lt;br /&gt;for being the bane.&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for not matching up,&lt;br /&gt;and so foolishly wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from my perspective,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sure yours too.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep down,&lt;br /&gt;you know what's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy heart melts when mine eyes meet thee's so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;thy smile makes thou shine.&lt;br /&gt;Lines all so familiar,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it served it's purpose while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spare those hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;of my sorrow and pain.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever else I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;shall remain unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are best left silent. All will understand my pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112230451582631320?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112230451582631320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112230451582631320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112230451582631320' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112214115944939039</id><published>2005-07-24T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T01:52:39.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prata supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPRIT discount.&lt;br /&gt;Chomps supper.&lt;br /&gt;Walk.&lt;br /&gt;Run.&lt;br /&gt;Cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;Snail.&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;My Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112214115944939039?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112214115944939039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112214115944939039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112214115944939039' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112187222290116066</id><published>2005-07-20T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:10:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched A lot Like Love on Monday. Cineleisure was having some 7th anniversary thing or something of that sort. They didn't accept cash payments, so the bitch and I walked round town like 2 S-es (get the pun) and finally managed to get 3 straits times, which theoretically cost us $2.40. But equate it to 6 movie tickets, the 3 copies of The Straits Times cost more than $30. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, I had the fright of my life. Mr IZ Lim was like " NAPFA today". Vikki and I were like.. *gasp* haha.. False alarm. We'll be tested next Monday. Phew. Blisters forming. And my back is aching from doing pull-ups. Hope it won't give way before the test. I don't want a broken back. *Roar* Stupid back problem. I read in TODAY that there is now an operation available. But, it would cost a minimum of $25k. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers have stopped catching me for coming to school late. Have they got sick of seeing my face every morning? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be an Indian boy tomorrow. Not a racist comment. I'm gonna wear this Indian costume for racial harmony celebrations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gonna sleep already. Tired. A very boring entry, on a boring night, because the boy that is blogging is leading a bboring life at the moment. (Trying to study study study) Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights people! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112187222290116066?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112187222290116066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112187222290116066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112187222290116066' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112157241401748970</id><published>2005-07-17T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:55:37.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name your kid Shawn/Shaun/Sean. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baybeats again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life has adversely disrupted my sleeping habits. Back in secondary school, I used to be able to sleep for 13-14 or even 15 hours straight. 1 year 7 months working for the white master, I can't seem to put through more than 8 hours of sleep no matter how tired I am. Weekends are supposed to be rest days, but I hardly get any rest. Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaky how the Shawns connect. We can understand each other without completing sentences, we even think alike. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entry proof is starring at me in the face now. How tragic. Do you remember the last time something called entry proof appeared in front of u? It was the first time something like that appeared. We got all excited over it, and highlighted the exam days. We printed extra copies and strike off papers that were completed. And on the last day of the examinations, we crushed it up and threw it away, with "victory" cries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the O levels. The A levels are different. Take General Paper(GP) for example. GP, quote, is fucked up. They expect 18 year olds to act mature, and present views of 38 year old people unquote. Said by a GP teacher in one of the top 5 colleges. It's nothing like English Language. And the weird thing is that those who pass are those you least expect to pass. I feel ashamed to go back to Secondary school and tell the teachers I'm failing GP. I was one of the 4 pupils in secondary school who had an A1 in English. And look at my current situation. No doubt I'm improving recently, having passed my mid years and all, it's just sad. GP is not a true reflection of one's standard of English. [/edit] So stop generalising good english= should pass GP and vice versa. Teachers included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is practical, no questions about that. But how often will one use such theories in real life? Unless of course you plan to be an engineer. *rolls eyes* Same goes for Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And economics. I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, subjects taught in JC are in a way, useless. No matter how pro JC you are, you must admit that JC is just a stepping stone for entering the University. There are many among us who have no ambition, no future plans. There are a few who have plans, and are just using JC as a safer stepping stone to enter the University. The latter, I admire. The former, I feel sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to spend the rest of your life doing something which you might not like? Think about it. It's just like you entering JC and dreading it for two years. But this time round, you'll be dreading it for 40 years. I hated entering JC. Detest. It is only until recently that some sense was knocked into me, that hey, JC is nothing. Get a good set of results and you will be free to go anywhere, free to choose what you want to take in the University. I'll be awaiting that day. Aim for the Prelims: A A C/D B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos of the past makes me smile, but that's another story for another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112157241401748970?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112157241401748970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112157241401748970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112157241401748970' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112150121003046154</id><published>2005-07-16T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T16:49:04.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baybeats. I'm scared to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, MR SSS went out. &lt;br /&gt;6 pack. &lt;br /&gt;5 of us. &lt;br /&gt;4 got wet first, (before the last one joined in.)&lt;br /&gt;3 S's. &lt;br /&gt;2 girls. &lt;br /&gt;1 night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took in a beautiful sight. MR SSS played with water. MS fell into a trench and got wet. Splash! Splash! Laughter. We settled down and looked up into the clear night sky, with the many twinkling stars. We sat round, enjoying each others company under our thousand-star canopy. Music filled the air. It'll be a night etched in my memory for a long time to come. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing more needed to be elaborated. Some things are best kept secret. Besides, it was an &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; perfect night, a night which words aren't enough to describe. &lt;em&gt;An almost perfect night&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To MR SS(S), thanks. To MR, please delete that awful recording. I can sing better than that la ok? Ask me sing properly next time. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stars, the talk, the long island, the call, the pool. All came racing back. National day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soccer today. I feel fat and lazy. My arm's still a little strained from yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warm afternoon is getting into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where are you huh!! Video ezy how? PIGGGG!!! :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slut and Bitch!! Let's do something together!! It's our last year, let's leave with a bang. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates to come! :) Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112150121003046154?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112150121003046154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112150121003046154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112150121003046154' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112117991523526196</id><published>2005-07-12T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:51:55.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could be the happiest boy alive today! Woo Hoo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's pretty grey. It's back to study mode again. About 8 weeks left to the prelims. Ah well. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video ezy on Saturday ah&lt;/strong&gt;? Don't forget! I'll put it big big so u can remember! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm majorly sunburnt, or so, says everyone. Oh well, vitamin D is good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a blogging mood now, so yup, a longer and better post next time round! nites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112117991523526196?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112117991523526196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112117991523526196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112117991523526196' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112098840954622570</id><published>2005-07-10T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:40:09.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;how is it possible for two people who were once so close to suddenly become like strangers is such a short space of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the language of this entry ok? I'm in a pretty fuck-y mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mid year results have come back and it's pretty fucked. Oh well, since when was JC related things good? JC spells hell. So to those dying to come to JC, here's an advise. FUCK OFF. You won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is so fucked. One day it's so hot, the next day it's raining like hell. And the radio is playing fuck songs. There's nothing to watch on TV. I have no DVD's or VCDs to watch too. haha.. &lt;strong&gt;I need to go to video ezy soon. *&lt;em&gt;hint hint to someone&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I'm getting tanner every week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to appreciate Chinese songs. Music certainly calms the soul. Bang the keys, blow a tune, or listen to GOOD music will do wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those people who have made my life more enjoyable. I don't want to mention names, but you all know who you are. Thanks for making me enjoy life, and for erm, showing me the love? haha.. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's bugging me to let her use the com so I'll update again soon! Till then, may all your wishes come true! Enjoy and take care! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112098840954622570?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112098840954622570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112098840954622570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112098840954622570' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112043945979121877</id><published>2005-07-04T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:26:38.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone's drunk. Well, almost everyone. Sobre liyun, sobre me. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early in the moorning on a holiday. Happy holidays everyone!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some soul searching last night. Theraputic. The sky was partly cloudy, the air was fresh, scattered stars twinkle, and a lone snail was making its long journey back to the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts flashed by, and my mind was in a whirl. The good i've done, the sins i've made, the people i've upset, the people whose life i made an impact on, things i did in secondary school, my friends, and i still remember &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to keep doodling on the past. Yet, much as i try not to think, the past seems like the most "&lt;em&gt;secure&lt;/em&gt;" thing in life. I've moved on(or have i?). What is counted moving on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Life is peachy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112043945979121877?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112043945979121877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112043945979121877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112043945979121877' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-112033184851530421</id><published>2005-07-03T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T03:17:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was near the Chinatown branch of Hotel 81 and it was most hilarious looking at the people going inside that place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-112033184851530421?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112033184851530421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/112033184851530421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112033184851530421' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111980347898997181</id><published>2005-06-27T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T00:33:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;SHAUN ANG  IS THE BITCH....&lt;br /&gt;SHAUN WONG IS THE SLUT ....&lt;br /&gt;SHAWN SEOW IS THE WHORE....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!!! We'll rule the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the real world now. Term 3 is 13 minutes away. War is going to break out from Tuesday to Thursday. The only weapons I have are my pencil case, paper, and my brain. You can call it the psychological warfare. To outwit your opponent, you need a dense brain and hands with stamina. But to those who have a less dense matter in the skull( I suspect majority of us), to win this war, one needs to learn smoking, and possess some wit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get serious. My performance over the past one and a half years is deproving. I need performance enhancing steroids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to talk to the pillows now. Smell you all around soon! :) And once again, lucks for the exams! We all need it! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111980347898997181?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111980347898997181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111980347898997181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111980347898997181' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111971751616359974</id><published>2005-06-26T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:38:36.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people, thanks for the tags. Appreciate it lots. I'm feeling much better. haha.. Thanks again! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many:&lt;/strong&gt; get a blog so I can tag you!! haha!! Control the diet, especially macs! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long week. Sorry for not updating. Com's giving problems, phone giving problems too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened this week, except trying to study hard for the mid years. I watched In America. Pretty good show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the club the past few days to study. There were HCJC, VJC, SAJC and AJC people studying there. But no CJC. So, I was the lone one in the room, surrounded by big brains. I felt small. haha.. But who says CJC is lousy? We're coming up and soon, CJC will be a household name, for all the good reasons that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people are gaining weight. Walk down orchard road and woo hooo, pig trotters can be seen! This boils down to the food we eat, and the time we eat too!  Crowds gather at food outlets even past midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was approached to do a survey recently and there was a question that asked what would I want to see more in orchard. And guess what I said? Food outlets. Yap. Spot on. haha.. Itchy mouth. Belay. Oh, and did I mention, I saw Fernandez in town. She didn't see me. Oh, and I was talent spotted too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized recently too, that there are many nice strangers around. Cabbies for one, are very special people, in that they can make or break your day. I got a free ride last week and my fare got discounted a few days later. Nice eh? haha.. And speaking of cabbies, almost 90% of them think I'm in some secondary school. How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is too dense now, cramped with things I squeezed into the tiny brain the past 3, 4 or 5 days. I can't think of anything I want to say, so yup, let me tell you about my boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr: study&lt;br /&gt;Mon: study&lt;br /&gt;Tue-Thur: exams plus study&lt;br /&gt;Friday onwards: activities pending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's about it. I'll blog again soon when my mind has been relieved of some weight, which might mean in a few hours, or maybe tomorrow, or maybe after exams! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for the mid years! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111971751616359974?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111971751616359974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111971751616359974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111971751616359974' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111912079077845291</id><published>2005-06-19T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T04:36:49.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me tell you the story about my house. Some of you will understand the story, while to others, it's just a simple story with a lousy plot. But I don't care. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few months to build this house. There were initial teething problems, but the house stood firm. As time went on, the owner(s) became better off and upgraded the house, from a single story, to a 2 story house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brick house withstood the wear and tear of time and natural elements. It generated lots of hype. People would look at the house tell the owner(s), "wow, this would last forever." And so, this house weathered storms. Several attempts to capture the owner(s) failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some two years later, the foundations shook. The owner tried to mend it. It worked for a while. Till one April day, the house collapsed. The owner(s) were devastated. But there was nothing that can be done about it. So, the owners went to find their separate lodging, with the promise that they might reunite and build that house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months passed, with one owner visiting the collapsed site along the course of the two months and trying to rebuild it for himself. But everytime a few pieces were constructed, the wind or some passersby would knock it down. Not the kind to give up so easily, the owner persevered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, one week ago, the owner managed to get the basic structure up again. How delighted the owner was. The owner showed off his masterpiece to friends. Celebrations were starting, unfortunately too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours ago, the house collapsed. It all happened in a split second. Here is where things will get ambiguous:&lt;br /&gt;one went up,&lt;br /&gt;the other went down.&lt;br /&gt;A second glance,&lt;br /&gt;a third glance,&lt;br /&gt;a stare,&lt;br /&gt;and everything shatters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the owner broke down. Tears stream down, glistering under the moonlight. All the hard work gone to waste in an instant. Now, it's up to the owner to pick up the pieces and rebuild the house, fast! A storm is coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner hopes and prays, that some miracle would save him. He's alone in the dark, scary world. Help must come soon, before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched super size me yesterday. I don't want to eat fast food anymore. Trust me. Whatever you're eating is going to kill you. Stop at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have lots to say, but it's been a tiring day. I'll update soon. Tata people. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and the story above, feel it) if you understand the story, please drop a tag okay? Even if I don't know you. It's a sad sad situation out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111912079077845291?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111912079077845291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111912079077845291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111912079077845291' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111877334838225922</id><published>2005-06-15T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T02:40:47.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;many:&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. of course happy to see you tag la!! haha.. stopper, well, i'm still looking for one in case the tap leaks again. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why the sarong party girl's blog is generating so much hype. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you wondered why "naked women" = OKAY but "naked men" = YUCK. Stereotyping! When one thinks about pornography, the first images are of women. Why not men? There are gay porn sites you know. Maybe I'm straight that's why I think of women. Oh well. And for the record, I DO NOT surf porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When girls see each other, they get hugs and all. And it's so easy for them to get hugs from each other. And even hold each other's hand. What about guys? If you see two guys embracing, "eeeeeeeee!!! So gay!!!" would be a typical response. Guys need hugs too, though some are too embarrassed to admit it. Men. They think they rule the world. Guys are mean!!! haha.. But I'm not mean. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm a guy and should be protecting the guys, sometimes, I find it very hard to do so. Pride is one example. Being a guy, I know what pride means. Lose your pride, and your world crumbles. Hur. Maybe that's too deep. Take something less profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a gentleman. There are so many guys out there who want to be man, but don't know how to be a real man. Simple things like holding the door or standing up when a lady leaves the table[applicable during formal occasions].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding the door- I find it extremely rude when someone doesn't hold the door for the person behind. Can you imagining the poor chap walking into a closing door? So maybe I'm a guy and you find it unnecessary to hold the door for me. That is not the way mister. And if I hold the door for you, please say thank you okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, ok, back to my sucky life. I shall go shopping with mummy soon to get my face mask, pimple cream, and at least one top. Mummy the bank! Yay! Oh that reminds me, I need to get body scrub and facial scrub. My skin is in crap condition now. Yeah yeah, vain me. But I like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall watch super size me tomorrow. Mummy helped me borrow the DVD. Maybe that will spur me not to eat Macs. I've never like Macs since I was young. I remember throwing up everytime after a meal at the big M. Only recently have I started going to Macs. I shall boycott it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nothing much to say right now. My brain's dead. It's 2.18 in the morning now goodness sake! Spare me! I'll have another entry when I'm fresher! Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;puffy no more! lean mean machine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111877334838225922?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111877334838225922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111877334838225922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111877334838225922' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111868702626633847</id><published>2005-06-14T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T02:23:46.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people, thanks for the tags!! :) I'll reply you all next time round. I'm not  feeling very good and will KO after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to listen to Chinese music, speak Chinese, write Chinese, which is so unlike me. I have no idea what's happening. It's like the China boy in me is coming out after a long rest. David Tao's playing now - ai wo hai shi ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched 50 first dates on VCD. Sweet. Don't want to relate the story here so go watch it if you want to. I want to watch this Indian production- Fire. It's not a recent movie but heard it's good. Also heard that Mr and Mrs Smith is a good show. Oh well. Haven't been to the cinema in months. Date anyone? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty moody these past few days. So to anyone I've offended, deepest apologies. I switch from happy, to sad, to angry to I have no idea what. Everything can happen in like 5 minutes? Hai. Maybe I need a psychiatrist. Hugs anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like writing something, yet I stop myself. Thought police in action. Oh well, into the diary it goes. I have so many random things in my head, swimming round and round. It pops up out of the blue, then as quickly as it appeared, it goes away. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blog hopping and realized that there are many sad people out there. Sad eh? We live in a sad world. Yes, no doubt there are happy things people blog about, but within a few days, something sad would happen and spoil the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo hai zai ting tao ze de "ai wo hai shi ta". Pooo. A better update the next time round. :) Zao an!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tap keeps leaking. Its needs a stopper. Where and how to get? I'm a fucking loser :( &lt;/em&gt; [some people will understand eh? haha!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Only laboured breathing&lt;br /&gt;in the dead of night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111868702626633847?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111868702626633847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111868702626633847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111868702626633847' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111851462744961344</id><published>2005-06-12T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:30:27.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;shattered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds hang overhead.&lt;br /&gt;Lightning flashes.&lt;br /&gt;The rain comes down hard.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me talking about moths? Well, go check out Weekend TODAY. there is an article about the giant moths. I shall not summarise what it said. It's up to you to go find out for yourself. &lt;em&gt;find out for yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puns puns puns. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111851462744961344?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111851462744961344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111851462744961344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111851462744961344' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111834961930994637</id><published>2005-06-10T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T02:11:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The walls crumble upon the&lt;br /&gt;sudden&lt;br /&gt;wave. In a flash&lt;br /&gt;everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why is it happening?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't there enough time to prepare?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't there ample time?&lt;br /&gt;Weren't there people who came?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvious cracks were appearing,&lt;br /&gt;yet nothing was done.&lt;br /&gt;Blame can be put on everyone,&lt;br /&gt;in truth hath only thyself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is hard to take,&lt;br /&gt;but a man lies within&lt;br /&gt;to conquer&lt;br /&gt;to prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will it take&lt;br /&gt;for the dust to finally settle?&lt;br /&gt;The wind stirs the calm&lt;br /&gt;time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help help&lt;br /&gt;come save thee!&lt;br /&gt;Angels, monsters, monkeys, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why&lt;br /&gt;was the splendour of it all&lt;br /&gt;washed away by this&lt;br /&gt;sudden wave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this, but a dream?&lt;br /&gt;A fragment &lt;br /&gt;of my imagination?&lt;br /&gt;This is reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111834961930994637?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111834961930994637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111834961930994637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111834961930994637' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111834094139684538</id><published>2005-06-10T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T04:42:12.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've sinned again!!! Within the time frame of a mere 6 hours, I gobbled down 2 dumplings, savoured 5 mini muffins, munched on 2 peanut filled Japanese pancakes, cleared a plate of noodles from NOOCH, slurped down a bowl of beef noodles, and sank my teeth into a piece of bak kwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the weight gain at a rate of blah blah blah grams/hour from the previous post, my dear o mummy commented that I seem to look "puffier". That was the exact word she used! P-U-F-F-Y! My world just collapsed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weighing scale is henceforth my worst enemy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I've been grumbling about wanting to gain a few extra pounds, but not to the extent of being puffy! I felt so insulted! Can you believe this? What's happening to Shawn! Roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just realised a few hours ago that she has to undergo an operation tomorrow.. haha.. How blur can she get? It's a minor surgery. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I got myself a new top from Takashimaya. A good bargain I must say. And I'm eyeing a few more tops from ZARA and Topman. I just love the great Singapore sale. The bargains are good on this sunny island. With discounts everywhere, why bother going all the way to Hong Kong or Malaysia to buy? It might be cheaper there, and the latest apparels might be released there first. But after subtracting away transport costs and time factor, I think it's not worth the trouble going all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that shopping only exploits women huh? There's a big hole in bank account already. Maybe it's just me who loves shopping. Retail therapy. Good for the mind, body and soul. But the after effects are WOOOOO HOOOOO!! It's funny that most new releases of clothes are for women. Why are the men neglected?! You think we won't shop eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the same clothes being displayed even after a few weeks! The same cannot be said for women's fashion. My goodness, the display changes every few days! It's so sad. As a result, men all look the same! It's pathetic to see some guy walking past you in the same top. I hate it when that happens. The probability of that happening for men is like 50 times more than for women? Whines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111834094139684538?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111834094139684538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111834094139684538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111834094139684538' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111824995974939625</id><published>2005-06-09T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T01:15:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the second week into the holidays. And I'm pretty holiday-ish. I studied much more last year than what I have this time round. This is not me. I am not like this. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty much better now. A little woozy, but fine. Ah, I enjoyed myself through sickness so what the hell la. Ha. I've got my new spectacles. People have commented about it. Or is it commented on it? hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gaining weight at a rate of 7236046519g/hour. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A progressive wave allows energy to be transferred from one point to another some distance away without any particle of medium traveling between the two points. Bah. How random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just turn me off. I don't know whether it's the hair, face or whatever. One look and that's it. I'm not going to act all nice and be a fake Shawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've said this countless times. When i dislike you, i really dislike you, so get the hint before i become mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people lack courtesy too. A smile or thanks goes a long way and can brighten the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and is it the moth mating season ? And have the moths eaten steroids or something? They are freaking huge! Everywhere I go, I see moths. One was camping on my window just now, probably shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how life is. When you are in the present, you go "oh shit, life sucks" or "hell yeah! I love it". Yet, reflecting back, you realize that life is like a well scripted movie, with plenty of twists! Ah, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roller coaster . Up . Left . Plunge . Stop . Some come out . Some go in. Go . Loop . Straight. Loop . Up . Down . Stop . Never ending .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111824995974939625?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111824995974939625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111824995974939625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111824995974939625' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111773393641967040</id><published>2005-06-03T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T01:38:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it's happy yet sad..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can share this sentiment with me? I'm sure at some point in life you've felt this. A sense of acomplishment and triumpth, yet failure. It's hard to describe this feeling in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy or sad, upset or glad?&lt;br /&gt;The volotile nature of this&lt;br /&gt;can only be sumed up by this i guess:&lt;br /&gt;Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, now it's my turn to get sick. Have been sick the couple of days. Getting worse.. Having fever now. Sian. Hope it's not dengue. My fever is going up and down. My throat is like a rusty gear, my nose is like a choked pipe. Bleah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off to bed now.. Meeting a friend at 1 to study. Good night, good night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111773393641967040?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111773393641967040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111773393641967040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111773393641967040' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111771293531346954</id><published>2005-06-02T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:48:55.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The previous post made no sense. ha. i have no idea what i wasw talking about too... haha! oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good friend is sick. i'll be praying for him. wish you a speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are passing very quickly. I've yet to start proper revision. But that doesn't mean i haven't started. It's just very slow progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say now. A quick update before dinner. Shall be back soon. In the meantime, be happy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to be happy&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should be happy&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111771293531346954?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111771293531346954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111771293531346954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111771293531346954' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111735120286189893</id><published>2005-05-29T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T15:20:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's finally over, and the holidays are here. Though not much of a holiday i guess. But at least i can catch up on lost sleep and lost going out time. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw quite a few stars in town recently, some filming and some shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nuances of language. When having a conversation through SMS or MSN, have you realised how two people sound so irreconciliably angry? haha.. I mean, think about it. there is no need for CAPS. in one conversation, !!!! at the end of a sentence can show excitement and shock. In another conversation, it's all heated and could spell disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny to see how superficial some people are. It's pretty sad to know that such people exist in this world. I hate people who are superficial. I'm not. If i hate you, i really hate you. I won't pretend to like you. Hur. It's bad to be like this, i know. But i can't help it. It's my personality. But hey, do i care? In this world, everyone lives for himself/herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the rainy sunday afternoon is making me sleepy and lazy. Buuuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111735120286189893?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111735120286189893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111735120286189893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111735120286189893' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111651612203158820</id><published>2005-05-19T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:22:02.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe i should sign up with CASE to "blow the whistle on errant retailers". I love shopping anyway. Why not go round from shop to shop and kill those people who want to poison us with expired food? It'll only cost me some time, and my poor feet. But i can save lots of blur/lazy people, and i can lose my fats! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i FINALLY passed GP in a very long time, since last year! YEP. an ex-A1 student has been failing GP. Maybe i got my touch back? haha. and SHEEEE gave me good comments too! maybe she's not so bad afterall eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's sports carnival tomorrow. Should be playing floorball. GRRRR.. i want to win! And i'm a bitch. Have jersey number 38. yup. ha! oh sigh, time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been much better this week. Thanks to all the people who showed some love. haha.. to my classmates, CJ friends from other classes, thank you lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day, and enjoy the long holiday! Love ya loads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111651612203158820?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111651612203158820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111651612203158820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111651612203158820' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111614914341864823</id><published>2005-05-15T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T17:40:17.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friends, show me some love! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who wished me happy birthday, thank you. And to those who gove me presents, thank you. I sure received less this year, but the presents mean a lot to me. Thank you once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests are coming up, and night study is starting tomorrow. Should start studying for mid years already. I must not fail. I am not an under achiever. I can do it. HAHA. i want at least 2 As for the mid year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no mood to update now. Weather is not helping too. Grrr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monotonous life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love looking into those eyes looking into mine too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me some love people! whether i know you or not, tag me tag me tag me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111614914341864823?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111614914341864823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111614914341864823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111614914341864823' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111614655707992428</id><published>2005-05-15T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:42:37.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Lonely" Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely I'm so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody,&lt;br /&gt;For my owwnnn&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody, &lt;br /&gt;For my owwnnn&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo this one here goes out to all my playas out there ya kno got to have one good girl whose always been there like ya&lt;br /&gt;Kno took all the bullshit then one day she cant take it no more and decides to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night and I noticed my girl wasn't by my side, coulda sworn I was dreamin, for her I was&lt;br /&gt;Feenin, so I hadda take a little ride, back tracking ova these few years, tryna figure out wat I do to make it go bad, cuz&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my girl left me, my whole life came crashin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely),&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant belive I hadda girl like you and I just let you walk right outta my life, after all I put u thru u still stuck&lt;br /&gt;Around and stayed by my side, what really hurt me is I broke ur heart, baby you were a good girl and I had no right, I&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna make things right, cuz without u in my life girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody to call my own)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been all about the world ain't neva met a girl that can take the things that you been through&lt;br /&gt;Never thought the day would come where you would get up and run and I would be out chasing u&lt;br /&gt;Cuz aint nowhere in the globe id rather be, aint noone in the globe id rather see then the girl of my dreams that made me&lt;br /&gt;Be so happy but now so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) girrll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that id be alone, I didnt hope you'd be gone this long, I jus want u to call my phone, so stop playing girl and&lt;br /&gt;Come on home (come on home), baby girl I didn't mean to shout, I want me and you to work it out, I never wished Id ever&lt;br /&gt;Hurt my baby, and its drivin me crazy cuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) girll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, so lonely&lt;br /&gt;So lonely, (so lonely),&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lonely, so lonely&lt;br /&gt;So lonely, so lonely, (so lonely), Mr. Lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111614655707992428?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111614655707992428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111614655707992428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111614655707992428' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111548923578261950</id><published>2005-05-08T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T02:07:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my birthday is coming in a few days time.  wonder who'll rmb. ah well. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to take my NAPFA test on monday i think. with my huge tummy, how to pass? argh. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life hasn't been the best of late. must be the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard being a friend, and a friend, and a friend.&lt;br /&gt;you won't know what i mean even if you think you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is in such a mess. i can't think properly. i can't write proberly. heck, i can't even put up a proper entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when the world seems like a happier place, things go blue. i guess it's the balance of nature huh. the ying and the yang, the good and the bad, the happy and the sad. you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone can cope with it. it's just that some cope better than others. one needs to learn i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111548923578261950?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111548923578261950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111548923578261950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111548923578261950' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111435175648688175</id><published>2005-04-24T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:12:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's been one week...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people. I haven't been online for a while.. com's dying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty down. ah well.. won't divulge anything. only a few know, and i want it to remain like that. if you want to know, ask me, and maybe i'll tell you. just maybe. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 4X100m heats tomorrow. hope we can get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 'the greren-eyed monster, which doth mock / The meat it feeds on' (Othello, III.3.168-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Whip me, ye devils' (Othello, V.2.275) I deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111435175648688175?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111435175648688175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111435175648688175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111435175648688175' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111288089496672968</id><published>2005-04-07T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:43:43.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bitches and Bastards: Don't ever become teachers. Trust me. And if all your students are like me, you're finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my years of education, the most bitchy and "bastardized" teachers are found here where i'm studying. Tertiary teachers. Some of you have made me lose all respect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111288089496672968?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111288089496672968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111288089496672968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111288089496672968' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111236757873217974</id><published>2005-04-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T22:59:38.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys and flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men have all the luck in the world. Money, and girls. GirlS with the capital S. I guess it's part of the nature of men to flirt. But it gets irritating when a man, who is already attached, flirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, hate this. I don't understand why they are so desperate. If you want to have fun with many different girls, don't get into a steady relationship for goodness sake. Be single all your life and flirt till it withers. Are you not satisfied with the special one in your life? You don't care about the girls feelings. You're taking her for granted, and even hurting her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate boys who are "overly friendly" with girls who are already attached. You jolly well know the girl already has a boyfriend and you still want to get close to her. Yea, say you are friendly. But don't deny the fact that you are just flirtatious  by nature. You're pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you looking for trouble if the girls boyfriend sees it the wrong way? Controlling your raging hormones is not very hard you know. We are all 17-18 year olds, past our peak stage of puberty. Need help? Seek a doctor. Go make use of your right hand or something. And what's worse, some don't even have the looks to start off with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's tiring. Getting old I guess. Haha.. Dad's new car came a few days back. Army medical letter and edusave account statement came in through the mail. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111236757873217974?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111236757873217974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111236757873217974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111236757873217974' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111202010107160894</id><published>2005-03-28T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:41:55.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JC has severely limited my random thoughts. I don't seem to have the ability to think randomly anymore. This is bad. I'm becoming one of the "complete packages" MOE has set out to achieve in all its students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another session of physio today. One and a half hours. More body rubbing. Hur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers in school are getting irritating. Jamie Yeo's irritating me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to be a doctor, to save lives and help others. When my streaming results came out in secondary 2, I qualified for triple science easily. However, my humanities teacher called me up and said "I think you will be better off in an arts class. Think about it." I should have taken her advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose prestige. Besides, how many can make it TO triple science right? Plus, [Every little boy aspires to be a doctor.] I was stupid. I made the wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169 days to prelims? and 235 days to the A's? something like that? haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111202010107160894?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111202010107160894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111202010107160894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111202010107160894' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111168237306932076</id><published>2005-03-25T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T00:39:33.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT MY HAIR BACK....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY HAIRSTYLE NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT LONGER FRINGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A FRINGE THAST IS NOT SO STRAIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT HAIR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHINE* *WEEP* *WAIL*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111168237306932076?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111168237306932076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111168237306932076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111168237306932076' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111141868741410528</id><published>2005-03-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T01:14:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a nice siesta today. What a nice way to spend the end of the first day at school huh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test grade gotten back today was Fantastic, if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want hairrrr!!!!!!! arghh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. I have to run now. Take care people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111141868741410528?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111141868741410528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111141868741410528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111141868741410528' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111141686442744092</id><published>2005-03-21T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:55:01.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;J.E.TAI :&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. it never did go up in the first place.. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JY :&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. kinky? hell yeah! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ming :&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. i'm too lazy to do stretches la.. so sianZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leang :&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. yea, life was great then.. life sucks now huh..haha.. thanks man, i'll be fine :) enjoy JC2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111141686442744092?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111141686442744092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111141686442744092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111141686442744092' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111081684056117137</id><published>2005-03-15T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:15:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Physiotherapy. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels strange to let a female stranger, whom you just met for fifteen minutes, touch your body. haha.. That woman happened to be my physiotherapist. A young lady, late twenties to early thirties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one other than my parents and girlfriend touches my body. And hur hur. This young lady suddenly has her hands on my back, and went down all the way to the pelvis.haha.. but then, she was helping me get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this didn't help. The moves she made me do were like sex positions. Raise butt, pelvic raise.. blah blah.. haha.. Sounded like some sex therapy session the way she kept saying  "not any funny position ok" and she kept giving the cheeky grin.. hur..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111081684056117137?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111081684056117137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111081684056117137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111081684056117137' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111021126996117234</id><published>2005-03-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:01:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was it me, or did i hear brother paul call my name for an edusave award. could there be another "cong ming"? weird. shall check it out with my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need exercise. i'm getting fat. i'm losing stamina, losing strength.. hur hur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when struck by true love for the first time, one throws away his carefully ordered world upside down, proving how hearts, like records, can be broken, and how the greatest wonders of the world cannot be quantified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111021126996117234?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111021126996117234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111021126996117234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111021126996117234' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111011773207948045</id><published>2005-03-06T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:05:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>idontlikethatstoopidfellowandyouknowitdidntyousayyouwouldnotdoitoratleasttellmewhenyoudoitbutyoudidntandihadtofindoutformyselfcanihavenotdoneitalreadyincaseyoudidntknowbutnowyoudoandyoudidnotevenbothertosaysorryorattheveryleastsoundthatwaythatissomeancaniamnotthereandyoudothiskindofthingyousaidyoumissmeandhowsweetyoujusthadtodoit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111011773207948045?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111011773207948045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111011773207948045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111011773207948045' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-111011743119112583</id><published>2005-03-06T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:57:11.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you not be so mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-111011743119112583?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111011743119112583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/111011743119112583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111011743119112583' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110969052573629803</id><published>2005-03-01T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:22:05.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE ECONOMICS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY WHY DID I TAKE THIS SUBJECT? AIYOH! WHY DID I CHOOSE PHYSICS OVER BIOLOGY? IF I HAD TAKEN THE OTHER COMBINATION, I WOULDN'T BE TAKING ECONOMICS NOW! OMG OMG OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE PREPARED MYSELF MENTALLY FOR THE F. F WILL HOLD A NEW MEANING FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F= FAILED FANTASTICALLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110969052573629803?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110969052573629803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110969052573629803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969052573629803' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110925884606365479</id><published>2005-02-24T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:27:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is interesting to note how worried the teachers are for our common test, and we, "as A level students", don't seem to give ten hoots about it.. haha.. ah well, at least i won't be the only one who will fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be rest assured, i will try my utmost best. I'm starting to study. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple word can bring back fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And regarding my back, thanks for all of your concern. but according to the doc, "there is no medical cure for it. no surgery. no injections. medicine will ease the pain." Collected the scan report yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the page long report looked fine, till i came to the last sentense of the last bullet.&lt;br /&gt;" There is, however, hypertrophy of the L4/5 facet joint"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: &lt;br /&gt;degeneration seen of the L4/5 facet joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110925884606365479?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110925884606365479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110925884606365479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110925884606365479' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110900025561548455</id><published>2005-02-21T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:37:35.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when people tell me "oh, i haven't studied" or "oh, i never study" and they end up getting high marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's there to be shy about if you studied? Are you low on confidence or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, do not fit into such a profile. When i say i didn't study, i really mean i did not study. So if i somehow score better than you, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i take an MC, i rest. I do not take MC and study at home. That is not my style. So if you think that i'm busy mugging my arse off[because of my frequent MCs], get a life okay? I am really sick and i'm resting in bed, in front of the com, or sitting in front of the google box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110900025561548455?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110900025561548455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110900025561548455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110900025561548455' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110891625604103765</id><published>2005-02-20T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:38:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How long will people remain friends? Will we even remember each other a few years down the road? And will we even bother to meet up sometime? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems really pointless to have this 'maintaining friendships' idea. After all, everybody's gonna go anyway, so what's the point of sustaining good relations with everybody? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't even deserve to be a friend isn't it. I'm sure you've had "friends" like that. Are they worthy of being called your friend? Yet most of the time, you still acknowledge them as "my friend". Pathetic eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week of school starts. Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110891625604103765?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110891625604103765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110891625604103765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110891625604103765' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110874429970875643</id><published>2005-02-19T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T00:31:39.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A time not long ago,&lt;br /&gt;innocent and child like we were.&lt;br /&gt;Free spirtted were we,&lt;br /&gt;in our little stress free world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, the harsh world came,&lt;br /&gt;and gone were those days.&lt;br /&gt;Those who promise us paradise on earth &lt;br /&gt;never produced anything but hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we struggle for our lives,&lt;br /&gt;to keep up with work, love and even sex.&lt;br /&gt;Together we suffer, together we live&lt;br /&gt;until the day we pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As white becomes familiar and black&lt;br /&gt;is but a thing of the past,&lt;br /&gt;look back at life.&lt;br /&gt;Have you made an impact?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110874429970875643?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110874429970875643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110874429970875643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110874429970875643' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110873955063224365</id><published>2005-02-18T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T23:12:30.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We need creativity in order to break free from the temporary structures that have been set up by a particular sequence of experience. &lt;br /&gt;-Edward de Bono &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, many are unable to do this. The monotony of life has taken it's toll. I wanna spice up my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110873955063224365?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110873955063224365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110873955063224365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110873955063224365' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110873907892227965</id><published>2005-02-18T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T23:04:38.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our way is not soft grass, it's a mountain path with lots of rocks. But it goes upwards, forward, toward the sun. &lt;br /&gt;-Ruth Westheimer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110873907892227965?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110873907892227965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110873907892227965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110873907892227965' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110857063155459805</id><published>2005-02-16T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T00:31:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate school. School is such a bother. I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the teachers. They keep wanting us to do well in their subjects ONLY. They don't care about our welfare. Are they so afraid to get scolding from the principal that they keep wanting us to do well in their subject only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GP:&lt;/strong&gt; I hate that woman. She's so moody. And she pisses me off most of the time. And her lessons are so bloody boring. We can't open our mouths, we can't do this, we can't do that, we MUST only listen to her. What kind of GP lesson is that? She has something against our class. Ever since last year, she wanted to walk out on us. How glad we were. And now she's back. Fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love English. But ever since she started teaching me, my love for the subject is gone. It's gone. Fuck, I failed my promo's GP paper okay? I have NEVER EVER FAILED A FUCKING ENGLISH PAPER. I'M ENGLISH EDUCATED FOR GOODNESS SAKE! I'M FUCKING UPSET ABOUT THAT INCIDENT OK? I'VE GOT A FUCKING A1 FOR MY O LEVELS AND I'VE ALWAYS BEEN AN A STUDENT IN ENGLISH EXCEPT IN SECONDARY 3 WHERE I GOT A B3. I CANNOT FAIL ENGLISH. I'M STILL SORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math:&lt;/strong&gt; I hate him too. He's bloody moody as well. What's up with him? One minute he says that he won't chase us for our tutorials as long as we hand in. Next minute he gets upset that no one passes up the tutorials. He thinks we only study Math. Math runs our lives. We eat math, sleep math, dream math.. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in primary school, my math sucked. In secondary school, somehow, my math became better, and I enjoyed E math. I got through all my E math exams without practicing and am still able to get my A1.&lt;br /&gt;When A math came along, I didn't understand a single thing. I was so upset that I cried for a week, wanting to drop the subject. I pushed on, somehow, always hovering around 50% or less. I got my first A in A math during my O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Econs:&lt;/strong&gt; The teacher is fine. I guess he figured we aren't "economically" inclined and has somewhat given up. For one, I hate the subject. I cannot memorize for nuts(the reason why I took geography in sch school). And this stupid mugging subject. I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate econs!!!! Studying chapter by chapter, the points can get through my thick skull. But when all the related topics are finally put together, I confuse everything. Fuck! How am I going to pass econs if I can't remember anything? And the subject is fucking boring. I hate subjects that require heavy mugggggging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics:&lt;/strong&gt; I guess this subject is okay. I'm pretty neutral about it. The teacher is nice. Most of the time, I have no idea what the topic is about. But at least, the questions are "do-able". Lots of formulae given. I like. At this moment, I guess this can be counted as my most favourite subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking stressed okay. And every time I'm stressed I will cry. Call me whatever you want, but this is who and what I am. This is how I vent my frustrations and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school ok. I don't know why I get so emotional when talking about school. I just hate what I'm doing. I really do. The mere sight of CJC turns me off. Not that the people are mean or anything. I just hate what I'm doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school is a waste of my time. Really. For most of us in JC, school is a bloody waste of time. What do we do during lectures? What do we do during tutorials? The only time we are fully awake is during our breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's fucking ridiculous to start lessons so bloody early in the morning can? Screw assembly and civics.  Screw the lousy food. Screw the bastards and bitchy teachers we have. To hell with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't school be fun? I want lessons to be fun, and still graps what the lesson is about. Singapore will never catch on the "teach less learn more" thingy which we are supposed to be doing now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only fun thing to look forward to in school is the people around me. It helps get my mind off the hatred i have for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be doing better if I went to another JC, or if I had gone the poly route? I will never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110857063155459805?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110857063155459805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110857063155459805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110857063155459805' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110848209096865143</id><published>2005-02-15T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T01:01:11.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first time i actually did some work since the promotional exams last year. Sweet. I had Marcus for company. Thanks man! And i just remembered that i'm goingv to get screwed by &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow morning! I hate &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wordless parts of a song are the most beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm highly competitive. I'm bitchy. Don't touch me. I want to be an intellectual arse! ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110848209096865143?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110848209096865143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110848209096865143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110848209096865143' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110839814691041304</id><published>2005-02-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:43:02.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's day was well spent with my little baby. A quiet, more serene and romantic atmosphere. spent less than 2 hours outside. the rest of the time was spent talking and enjoying each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you baby for spending your day with me. i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Valentine Traditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of years ago in England, many children dressed up as adults on Valentine's Day.  They went singing from home to home.  One verse they sang was: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning to you, valentine;&lt;br /&gt;Curl your locks as I do mine---&lt;br /&gt;Two before and three behind.&lt;br /&gt;Good morning to you, valentine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Wales wooden love spoons were carved and given as gifts on February 14th.  Hearts, keys and keyholes were favourite decorations on the spoons.  The decoration meant, "You unlock my heart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Middle Ages, young men and women drew names from a bowl to see who their valentines would be.  They would wear these names on their sleeves for one week.  To wear your heart on your sleeve now means that it is easy for other people to know how you are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people used to believe that if a woman saw a robin flying overhead on Valentine's Day, it meant she would marry a sailor.  If she saw a sparrow, she would marry a poor man and be very happy.  If she saw a goldfinch, she would marry a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of five or six names of boys or girls you might marry, As you twist the stem of an apple, recite the names until the stem comes off.  You will marry the person whose name you were saying when the stem fell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cut an apple in half and count how many seeds are inside, you will also know how many children you will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a dandelion that has gone to seed.  Take a deep breath and blow the seeds into the wind.  Count the seeds that remain on the stem.  That is the number of children you will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love seat is a wide chair.  It was first made to seat one woman and her wide dress.  Later, the love seat or courting seat had two sections, often in an S-shape.  In this way, a couple could sit together -- but not too closely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from http://www.pictureframes.co.uk/pages/saint_valentine.htm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The History of Saint Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day started in the time of the Roman Empire.  In ancient Rome, February 14th was a holiday to honour Juno.  Juno was the Queen of the Roman Gods and Goddesses.  The Romans also knew her as the Goddess of women and marriage.  The following day, February 15th, began the Feast of Lupercalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lives of young boys and girls were strictly separate.  However, one of the customs of the young people was name drawing.  On the eve of the festival of Lupercalia the names of Roman girls were written on slips of paper and placed into jars.  Each young man would draw a girl's name from the jar and would then be partners for the duration of the festival with the girl whom he chose.  Sometimes the pairing of the children lasted an entire year, and often, they would fall in love and would later marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the rule of Emperor Claudius II Rome was involved in many bloody and unpopular campaigns.  Claudius the Cruel was having a difficult time getting soldiers to join his military leagues.  He believed that the reason was that roman men did not want to leave their loves or families.  As a result, Claudius cancelled all marriages and engagements in Rome.  The good Saint Valentine was a priest at Rome in the days of Claudius II.  He and Saint Marius aided the Christian martyrs and secretly married couples, and for this kind deed Saint Valentine was apprehended and dragged before the Prefect of Rome, who condemned him to be beaten to death with clubs and to have his head cut off.  He suffered martyrdom on the 14th day of February, about the year 270.  At that time it was the custom in Rome, a very ancient custom, indeed, to celebrate in the month of February the Lupercalia, feasts in honour of a heathen god.  On these occasions, amidst a variety of pagan ceremonies, the names of young women were placed in a box, from which they were drawn by the men as chance directed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastors of the early Christian Church in Rome endeavoured to do away with the pagan element in these feasts by substituting the names of saints for those of maidens.  And as the Lupercalia began about the middle of February, the pastors appear to have chosen Saint Valentine's Day for the celebration of this new feaSt. So it seems that the custom of young men choosing maidens for valentines, or saints as patrons for the coming year, arose in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from http://www.pictureframes.co.uk/pages/saint_valentine.htm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110839814691041304?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110839814691041304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110839814691041304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110839814691041304' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110830955815871639</id><published>2005-02-13T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:45:58.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a twin can be pretty amusing you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hate security guards. They piss me off. They are dumb, old, and stupid. I remember saying this before, and i shall say it now.. I HATE STUPID PEOPLE. And when i say stupid people, i really mean stupid people!! So stupid that they can't even copy correctly. [baby, like someone you know? haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Valentine's day tomorrow. Cupid's kinda lost this year. Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110830955815871639?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110830955815871639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110830955815871639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110830955815871639' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110823550706399139</id><published>2005-02-13T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T03:11:47.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow i feel life is screwed up. And i can't be bothered to waste energy to drag myself outta this cesspit. I just wanna sit here and stone. I'm so sorry for being such a bitch when im tired, pissed or irritated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the mind works. Ten seconds ago, i remembered what i wanted to talk about, but now, i can't seem to remember what i wanted to say. Am I losing my memory? I'm only 17.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110823550706399139?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110823550706399139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110823550706399139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110823550706399139' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110802400872535963</id><published>2005-02-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T16:31:26.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby is sick. and i'm at home. sulks. mummy doesn't let me leave the house till everyone is here. sigh. why can't relatives come at one shot? whine whine whine whine whine! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go school tomorrow? it's so sick can? firstly, it's CNY. secondly,i have to stay back after school to do GP. damn it. i hate herrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110802400872535963?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110802400872535963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110802400872535963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110802400872535963' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110796442094846508</id><published>2005-02-09T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:53:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks the first day of the lunar new year. Materialistic me is sad, because I only received 7 red packets today. Sigh. Why? Well, my relatives are either dead, holidaying overseas, or working overseas. Yep. Have any of your collection dwindled this year too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the usual chatter and blah blah. And at every house I visited, I sat down, stoned, and filled my tummy with cookies, peanuts and drinks. I'm gonna have a zit plantation on my face real soon I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, tomorrow marks yet another day where people come, talk, eat, joke and most importantly, give me money! heh :P  gosh, I feel so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110796442094846508?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110796442094846508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110796442094846508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110796442094846508' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110788010477994940</id><published>2005-02-09T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:28:24.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year to one and all! Do you feel in the mood to celebrate this festive occasion this year? Somehow, the only thing I look forward to is to collect money and eat like a pig. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of babies around now. hmmm.. Is it the mating season or something? Ha! And I guess there will be more babies in November, since this Chinese new year break will be a good time to make babies. Singaporeans have no time to make love. How sad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If drama is a painting of life, then music would be the color of the painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a merry new year everyone! gong xi fa cai, nian nian you yu blah blah. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110788010477994940?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110788010477994940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110788010477994940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110788010477994940' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110779336290929075</id><published>2005-02-08T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:22:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my hair cut today. It's friggin expansive I tell you. But at least, the stylist did a good job. Well done. *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you &lt;br /&gt;I hate you &lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh! I've lost my love for &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; because of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; used to be my favourite, and I did very well in it. But now, everything has changed. Because of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. I hate &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;!!! I don't want my future ruined because of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about that. I just have to let out some steam. Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, don't you love CNY cookies? It's so yummylicious! *slurp* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110779336290929075?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110779336290929075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110779336290929075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110779336290929075' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110762005261277822</id><published>2005-02-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T00:14:12.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY is coming! yay! That means red packets, food, drinks and HOLIDAYS!! Gosh, the only thing I look forward to are the highlighted days in my diary because that signals no school! wheeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny we don't get bored celebrating CNY. We have been doing it for the past 17 years. We visit the same old people, eat the same old cookies, do the same old thing before CNY(reunion dinner, spring cleaning, shopping....). Nothing changes. Well, almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I notice changing is my red packet collection. It seems to be downward sloping in nature. Pretty sad eh? Shouldn't we get more now, at this stage of our lives when we need lots and lots of money? *whinessssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, there is holidays! yay! Who doesn't look forward to holidays? I'll like to know.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110762005261277822?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110762005261277822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110762005261277822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110762005261277822' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110718148153033945</id><published>2005-01-31T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:24:41.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoy people watching. Not too long ago, I was alone at Mac Donald's and I observed the people who walked into the restaurant. Now, before I continue, please do not get offended by what I say. Afterall, I do eat at this place too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that the young children who eat at this place all look somewhat dumb? They don't have bright eyes, they behave unruly etc... I'm not saying that all children who walk into the place are like that, but generally, they seem to have a lower intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to put this next point in a nice way, but to put it somewhat bluntly, don't you think that this fast food chain caters to people with a not so high status? That is all I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hove you seen how chubby children are these days? I'm sure half of the lot are loyal supporters of dear O Ronald. People know how unhealthy the food is, yet they still sacrifice their lives for a cheap 15 minute thrill of fries or a burger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a fan of the big M. I only went there for their happy meal toys, and usually, I would take 3 bites of the burger and throw the rest away. I guess it was due to the fact that since young, I knew that the beef and chicken patties were of very inferior quality? But then , that is an open secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everything is due to the good marketing strategies and somehow excellent service that the company has, and we poor victims fall for it. Dumb? You bet. I am one who doesn't fall easily to advertisements or the different tactics companies use. ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, dear Ronald does save the day when you have only  your EZ link card with you, or when you are in a foreign land wondering what to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110718148153033945?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110718148153033945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110718148153033945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110718148153033945' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110702043439677449</id><published>2005-01-30T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:40:34.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to all you people who think that i pon school for fun, you are seriously mistaken. iwas in terrible pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i injured my back and i was running back and fourth tts to get my back checked.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, the check uup found that my discs are well, spoilt. and i'm excused from PE and all for 2 months. haha.. yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110702043439677449?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110702043439677449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110702043439677449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110702043439677449' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110666830292062986</id><published>2005-01-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:51:42.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand the school's detention system, parent's letter fuss, or the late coming system. Why must one go for detention for coming to school late? Why must one go for detention if you give a parent's letter explaining absence from school? Why must they even bother suspending perpetual late comers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to school late. I see no point making students stay back for 2 hours just because they are late, even if they are late for one minute. At least the kid makes it a point to come to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if a student checks in a few hours late with a parent's letter, the student still has to do detention? I mean, isn't a parent's letter strong enough? If some kid's mother or father signs the letter, i think that the letter is made valid. Fuck. If you are afraid of forgery, go ahead and call up the parent!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What use is there to go for detention when you are late? Seriously, it serves no purpose. Anyone chooses to defer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent's letter. Now, it is a must to give an MC if you are absent for a day. But what if you have diarrhoea and have left over medication from last time? Must you waste like twenty bucks to get the same medicine and get an MC? Fuck man! Mummy or daddy writing a letter to certify that you are unwell for school, is that wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my school, it is wrong. If there is a parent's letter, it is just as good as absent without reason and you get detention. Yea, what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead and punish those who are absent with no reason la. Spare those kids whose parent's allow them to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just hilarious. Late for 4 or 5 times, the school will suspend you. Come on la, the kid still took the trouble to go to school and you suspend the poor fellow who probably missed the bus or woke up late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no rationale in suspension. Really. It is partly the school's fault for the kid being so tired. PE 3 times a week, CCA 2-3 times a week, long hours, crap subjects, crap teachers (some of them). No wonder the kid is drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear o BP wants us to study like I have no fucking idea how many hours a day, sleep before 12 and burn more than half our weekends studying! What the fuck man. We slog it out for a week and we are also expected to slog it out on weekends? Isn't the five day work week supposed to allow more leisure time and catch up on lost sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that detention/suspension is just dumb for late coming. And so is the parent's letter being a non substitute for MC. Crap school, crap rules. Bah. i can't wait to get out of this fucked up place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, no short skirt, no low pants, no dyed hair, no beard/moustache, no multiple ear piercings. Ha! Look at the teachers themselves! Fuck, aren't the teachers supposed to show a good example? And since they are in the school, doesn't the school rules apply to them to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And handphone useage. I guess we must be thankful the school allows us to use the phone now. But at very specific locations ONLY. You should be happy we don't use it when lessons are going on. I don't see any offence using it along corridors or in class when there is a change of period or when there are no on going lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Don't you just hate the school? Find me a reason to love this school!! (other than the windy grandstand)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110666830292062986?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110666830292062986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110666830292062986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666830292062986' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110666385723893932</id><published>2005-01-25T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:37:37.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;J.E.TAI:&lt;/span&gt; haha.. okie, i'll be fitter.. haha.. thanks for the encouragement! haha.. we'll encourage each other so that we won't have to book in earlier! haha.. well , late but at least i came eh? haha.. and your tag-board arh!! haha.. change to haloscan la.. haha.. tag board always screw up.. that's y i changed to haloscan! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110666385723893932?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110666385723893932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110666385723893932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666385723893932' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110657618440982763</id><published>2005-01-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:21:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ming:&lt;/span&gt; well, i guess there is no escape from going to a co-ed environment, and a different set of challenges face us eh? poly boys huh? sigh! haha.. don't give two hoots about them la.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;xing hui:&lt;/span&gt; haha.. i guess i've changed.. i am what i really am now, well almost.. last time i had to abide by the laws because of the tie.. haha.. yup, we'll be MT's little clique.. hur hur.. make use of our remaining time in CJ la, then at least there might be 1-2 things thst would bring back fond memories.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;J.E.TAI:&lt;/span&gt; ya marcus.. we can do anything we want EVEN when the teacher is around.. for my school that is.. haha.. yea, i guess JC can be fun, but in different ways.. :) and great job on the 2.4 manx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;guang:&lt;/span&gt; ^5.. haha.. yea, and especially 4E1, the air-con class! haha.. well, patrine chua was greedy what! haha.. not my fault! heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110657618440982763?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110657618440982763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110657618440982763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110657618440982763' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110641246443171412</id><published>2005-01-23T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:02:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you looked back at your primary school and secondary school days and feel nostalgic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like yesterday, when I stepped into secondary school, all young and innocent and looking like a sotong. And it seemed like I just graduated from secondary school an hour ago. Those memories will never leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent reading took place every morning. The whole school would have to sit and read for half an hour after flag raising. I would be looking around to see whether any of my subject teachers were absent. The sun would shine her glorious rays upon me and I would complain that it's hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was morning run on certain days too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was art and craft lessons, home economics and D&amp;T. There was this funny incident when I dropped my whole pot of cooked spaghetti into the sink during my exam, and I quickly threw the cooked stuff onto the serving plate and giggled as I saw the teacher putting a huge spoonful of it into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this other time when I was pulled out of class by my history teacher. I thought I was doomed. But she was seeking my permission to pull me into the prefectorial selection because somehow she heard that I was head prefect in primary school.[the selection had already close and I wasn't selected 'officially' because I was the class chairman and usually the chairman can't be a prefect]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 3 came and I was selected to go on the exchange programme. I thought I was doomed to stay in Singapore because during the interview, I got quite pissed with the interviewer (a HOD) and raised my voice, cut him off sentences, and even questioned him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had the pleasure of talking back to the DM and got suspended for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once during a biology practical, a classmate got his finger stuck in a drawer opening. Don't ask how, but it sure was hilarious. The school almost sawed off the drawer while trying to free his finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec four came and there was still no mood for study. We played, stayed back, made a class movie, sang in class, threw paper balls around class during lessons[and you think it only happens in cartoons], and scold vulgarities like no ones business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the school didn't have a graduation night. We had this graduation ceremony in school though. And that was one of the few times when we actually sing the school song, myself included. It was a really sad moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the all boys environment. Yes, just shoot me. I mean, when you are in a boys school for ten years, you are dying to be in a co-ed school. But once you are out of there, you so badly want to go back into the boys school environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boys from all boys school make better men. Except for some schools which I refuse to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest mistake was to take triple science for upper secondary. I was given the option of taking either triple science or take combined science and literature. I chose triple science and i've regretted till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are other memorable incidents, but if I list all, you'll get bored so I'll leave it at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I listen to my secondary school song, listen to the songs we used to sing in class, the dances we did, the songs we used in the class movie, and when I watch the class movie, I tear. Even at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I look back next year and feel the same way about my junior college life? I seriously doubt it. But only time will tell eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110641246443171412?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110641246443171412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110641246443171412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110641246443171412' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110632788941285016</id><published>2005-01-22T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:18:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taken from http://www.funderstanding.com/right_left_brain.cfm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most individuals have a distinct preference for one of these styles of thinking. Some, however, are more whole-brained and equally adept at both modes. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In general, schools tend to favor left-brain modes of thinking&lt;/span&gt;, while downplaying the right-brain ones. Left-brain scholastic subjects focus on logical thinking, analysis, and accuracy. Right-brained subjects, on the other hand, focus on aesthetics, feeling, and creativity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Right-Brain vs. Left-Brain Thinking Impacts Learning&lt;br /&gt;Curriculum--In order to be more "whole-brained" in their orientation, schools need to give equal weight to the arts, creativity, and the skills of imagination and synthesis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruction--To foster a more whole-brained scholastic experience, teachers should use instruction techniques that connect with both sides of the brain. They can increase their classroom's right-brain learning activities by incorporating more patterning, metaphors, analogies, role playing, visuals, and movement into their reading, calculation, and analytical activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assessment--For a more accurate whole-brained evaluation of student learning, educators must develop new forms of assessment that honor right-brained talents and skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Left Brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Logical&lt;br /&gt;Sequential&lt;br /&gt;Rational&lt;br /&gt;Analytical&lt;br /&gt;Objective&lt;br /&gt;Looks at parts  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Right Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive&lt;br /&gt;Holistic&lt;br /&gt;Synthesizing&lt;br /&gt;Subjective&lt;br /&gt;Looks at wholes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. our school is screwing our left brain. haha.. but interestingly, i'm not really a victim of our screwed up system. I don't bother to be analytical or objective. Neither am I sequential. heh.. i'm not cut out for JC education eh? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110632788941285016?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110632788941285016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110632788941285016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110632788941285016' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110605977605401412</id><published>2005-01-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:08:21.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a way to start my day. I got up earlier than usual, and left my house at 0703! And guess what? I saw the freaking bus zoom pass me. So I thought, drats, I'll be late AGAIN. And yes, I was late by a minute. Got caught, and had to do detention. Nice. And to top it all, i had to climb the grandstand 25 times for PE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Tan's gonna be my good friend soon. Or maybe i'm his good friend already? I went into his office, he looked at me, and just as I was about to open my mouth, he HAD to say " Shawn Seow!! T19 right? Late again arh?". Sweet. So I stayed back from 4-6. Hao stayed back with me. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I hate it when discipline teachers know me, especially these kind of teachers: Tan Jek Suan, Michael Tan, Bro Paul! Yes! Only 3? ain't that enough??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm in trouble with them la! I mean, I was the HEAD PREFECT in primary school, I was the DEPUTY HEAD PREFECT in secondary school. I was loved by the discipline committee![well, apart form the one time I got suspended from duty in secondary school because I TALKED BACK TO THE DM. SHE DESERVED IT BTW]  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh~ look at me now.. haha.. I'm sure no one in the screwed up institution knew I held such a high post in my previous schools eh? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it why the school cares about us coming late, uniform blah blah. I mean, so what if we are late? I don't think I deserve punishment for coming to school late. afterall, better late than never right? Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uniform. So what if my pants is hanging at my hips?! I mean there are people who wear their pants at their buttocks and they don't get caught? Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, do you really want your school students walking down Orchard Road looking like geeks with pant's high up, skirts long long? i mean, look at VJ or AC girls. Their skirts are like short? and they CAN study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah! Oh anyway, I have an econs test tomorrow. I don't understand a single shit. haha.. So I guess I'll have to rely on my ever so faithful common sense. hee:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110605977605401412?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110605977605401412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110605977605401412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110605977605401412' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110589102000535470</id><published>2005-01-16T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T23:57:41.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First thing's first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST NOT PON SCHOOL SO OFTEN.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST NOT BE LATE FOR SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST DO MY HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST STUDY HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and accomplish these tasks at hand for the coming week, and hopefully, it'll continue for the rest of the year. Well, Friday is a holiday! Yay! But, I haven't done any work over the weekend. I feel guilty. Yet, I have no mood to do anything. hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tuned in to 98.7 recently? They have been playing relatively okay songs on a Saturday night. No more "Club Beats".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end off with this: Be proactive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110589102000535470?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110589102000535470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110589102000535470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110589102000535470' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110580600733247833</id><published>2005-01-16T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T00:20:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you taken a look at the quotes in the Ceee Jayyy diary? Well, if you have flipped through, you would have probably seen quotes from erm, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;less reknowned&lt;/span&gt; philosophers, like YODA or even the movie LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I became a mattress delivery man for an hour on Friday? Yep, I served detention carrying mattresses. How nice. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110580600733247833?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110580600733247833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110580600733247833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110580600733247833' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110562785314517102</id><published>2005-01-13T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:24:15.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When are you ever gonna come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why aren't u bothered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why don't i deserve the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110562785314517102?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110562785314517102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110562785314517102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110562785314517102' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110545482675011640</id><published>2005-01-11T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:10:18.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is pretty sick. Yea, sick. Have you ever put some thought into this: do you actually learn more(if you do that is) in school or at home mugging before the exams? I can quite safely say that I did waste more than half a year last year going through JC1. Most of the time, you would be so shagged you would doze off during lectures. What's more, you get crap food, crap lessons, crap timetable blah blah.. So basically, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;school(particularly where I am currently studying), is crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School "formally" begins the academic year yesterday. And, from what I can see, few are in the mood to study, including yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, what is school? I guess, the system here has transformed school to a place where people get forced education, teaching becomes a chore, learning becomes tedious, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;students are slaves to education&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110545482675011640?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110545482675011640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110545482675011640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110545482675011640' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110511660667106910</id><published>2005-01-08T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T01:00:15.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How's this for the first week of school! I attended only 2 days. Yup. 2. That's pretty slack eh? It can't continue like this.. haha.. I'm in JC2 damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying in Singapore. I can't believe that I'm actually under the control; of the MOE. Having gone through education from a ridiculously young age, we are groomed to become idiots. (Excluding those who choose the poly path that is.) The JC route is crap. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take subjects that we are supposedly going to further in the university. I mean, how many actually continued what they do? How many physicists, economists, mathematicians, historians, geograpphists are there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in JC. Are they really happy? I mean, there are some relatively retarded people who enjoy what they are doing in JC. Go up to them and they will go " yes!!! I absolutely love what I'm doing!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But stop and think. Do the majority of the people in JC like what they are doing? Or are they doing it for the sake of going to JC rather than for the love of the subjects. Personally, I hate what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics. I hate it. It's a brain cell killing subject. My brain juices have run dry trying to remember facts. And all that bullcrap about linking one idea to the next? It doesn't work for me. I'll confuse everything. So what if you know that the petrol industry is an oligopoly? Will we change the way we view things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mathematics. Well, I'm okay playing with numbers. But when you start drawing strange squares and circles, my eyes get crossed. And there is calculus. What on earth is that for? It's not like I'm going to differentiate or integrate things when I work! How often can you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics. It's practically rubbish. So what if you know how things work? So what if you knew that K.E.=0.5MV^2? Are you going to calculate the amount of energy your car is using? Oh please. Maybe it'll be great  to know how much energy is released when an A bomb blows up using E=MC^2. But other than that? Think circular motion or waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more to education than this. Why not educate us on practical issues? Things like piracy, copyright laws blah blah.. I don't understand why we have to learn "dead things". I mean, people learn history "so that we won't make the same mistakes again." Yeah yeah.. But learning theories and formulas, 3/4 of which we won't even bother to remember by the time we are 25? Oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the much dreaded project work? What in the blue hell is that foe??!! It's useless! Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky poly people. They get to do more fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to consider. Are you really happy doing what you are doing now? Seriously. You hear stories of people saying that JC is a dumping ground. Well, sad to say, it's damn true. JC people! What ambitions do you have? I'm sure many of you haven't thought of that right? There you have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no goals, no "future". Nothing. We lead life on a "see how lorz" basis. Sad ain't it? But that's the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110511660667106910?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110511660667106910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110511660667106910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110511660667106910' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110485471501793778</id><published>2005-01-05T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T00:30:03.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Depression is an illness that involves feelings of sadness lasting for two weeks or longer&lt;/strong&gt;, often accompanied by a loss of interest in life, hopelessness, and decreased energy. Such distressing feelings can affect one's ability to perform the usual tasks and activities of daily living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is considered to be clinical depression. It is very different from a temporary case of "the blues" triggered by an unhappy event or stressful situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression affects the mind, but this doesn't mean "it's all in your head." Depression is a medical illness linked to changes in the biochemistry of the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is not a weakness of character. Being depressed doesn't mean a person is inadequate. It means the person has a medical illness that is just as real as diabetes or ulcers. Like other medical disorders, clinical depression should not be ignored or dismissed. A clinically depressed person cannot simply "snap out of it" any more than a person with an ulcer could simply will it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from &lt;br /&gt;http://health.yahoo.com/health/centers/depression/1 ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that depression is a form of emotional stress? haha... Check this out &lt;br /&gt;http://www.metromkt.net/viable/health21.shtml &lt;br /&gt;under symptoms of stress.. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other interesting stuff on depression at http://health.yahoo.com/health/centers/depression/1 ... haha.. There are definitely more sites where you can find more about depression, but I think yahoo has condensed most of the things you need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110485471501793778?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110485471501793778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110485471501793778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110485471501793778' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110485206066896701</id><published>2005-01-04T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:21:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The dark rider gallops into the shadows&lt;br /&gt;hoping to find some guiding light&lt;br /&gt;that would lead him back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where he truly belongs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110485206066896701?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110485206066896701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110485206066896701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110485206066896701' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110476565898650376</id><published>2005-01-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:09:28.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks the first day of the school term. I saw some familiar faces.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd oh my goodness, my juniors from my secondary school are like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo nerdy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel embarrassed having any association with them. what has become of St Gabriel's boys? Gosh!&lt;/span&gt; I am not like them in any way. in fact, the 1987 batch are not like the '88 batch  in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new time table is slack until I don't know how to slack. The days are short, and on average, we have 1.5 hours of break a day. Yup. I'm so used to finishing at 5 plus that with this new time table, i feel bored. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in no mood to study. No mood at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110476565898650376?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110476565898650376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110476565898650376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110476565898650376' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110460226778409105</id><published>2005-01-02T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:11:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2005. A year I hope will be better for everyone, especially myself. I'm not trying to be funny here or anything, but yea, I hope it will be a better year for myself. My life is pretty much screwed up. 2004 was hell. Oh yes. No one knew the shit I had to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The clown is a happy man,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or so he seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jovial, joking and laughing,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one really knew his pain.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was the life he had to live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For your own good,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ease the pain, the clown lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; two&lt;br /&gt;separate lives.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One which everyone knew,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other of pain.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till recently he saw another clown just like him,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that clown was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It had the will and the valour&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a lion in the jungle.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that other clown got to live a life,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which he so dearly envied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He drew up his strength&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is determined to make a new start.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it is a little late,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's better late than never, right?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than be miserable his whole life , &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time has come for change.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to be free, free as a bird,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leading a life which he would prefer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No reckoning, no finances, no boredom,&lt;br /&gt;But genuinely fun things to do.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clown is ready to make the change,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet he is uncertain, scared and confused.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has but little time to contemplate, but meanwhile,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a happy clown he will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my darling , thank you for your love and support all this while. I would not have made it through 2004 without you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110460226778409105?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110460226778409105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110460226778409105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110460226778409105' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110443001218008670</id><published>2004-12-31T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T02:10:20.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12 months ago, I stepped into this little blue school along Whitley Road. There, strange faces greeted me. 3 months later, some friends left, some stayed, and new ones came. I made a choice to do a different subject. It lasted one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is this period of time where i wondered whether i made the right choice. That thought still lingers in my mind. Things like what would have happened if i took other subjects, if i went to other JC's, if i went to poly. Did i make the right choice? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 claimed the lives of many innocent people. The recent Tsunami, the war, the bird flu... Hopefully, 2005 will be a better year for all. (World peace. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110443001218008670?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110443001218008670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110443001218008670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110443001218008670' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110425438553249291</id><published>2004-12-29T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T01:19:45.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is 12 days right? how come Raffles City is already taking down their Christmas tree? mmm.. Singapore. we want to celebrate it, yet we don't want to follow the tradition fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you "donation collectors" in town. please, don't show attitude when we don't buy anything from you okay? tell you politely that we don't want to buy, yet you insist on talking, and when we reject youagain, you show attitude? c'mon. you can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this particular cab driver from Comfort. i'm going to write in to Comfort and complain about you ok? I'm not going to destroy your rice bowl by giving your name or txi number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, i'm sorry for not telling you before hand that i'm going to pay using a $50 bill. i mean, if you have no change, you jolly well tell me before hand lahz! i remembered this one driver who asked me whether i had small change before driving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't blame you for not having change. it's my fault for  not telling you. but come on! you have to charge me for driving me to change my money? and then you had to scold me? that's pushing it okay. you are lucky that iwas too tired that day to fight. but you will get it sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those poor shop assistants who have to work on public holidays. please be nice yes? i mean, you do get extra pay to work on that day. so, plesae sound more friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, end of bitching session. i feel soooo much better. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110425438553249291?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110425438553249291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110425438553249291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110425438553249291' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110413718200402288</id><published>2004-12-27T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T16:46:22.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/161/1988/320/PICT0127.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/161/1988/320/PICT0127.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the designer mouse i got from darling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110413718200402288?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110413718200402288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110413718200402288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110413718200402288' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110407451538494232</id><published>2004-12-26T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:21:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>merry christmas to one and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, an update of my Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time where you spend times with your loved ones. This year, i got a chance to spend my Christmas with my baby. Now, i do love my parents(most of the time) mind you. But this year is special. It's our second Christmas together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Sleeping Beauty on Ice on Friday. It's darn good. Go watch it if you can yes? The costume, ice skating skills... simply great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 2 nights at her place. Had a wonderful time.(Nothing funny happened okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Love actually the second time. The first time wasduring Christmas last year. A sense of Dejavu yes? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the present girl. She gave me a designer mouse. hee :p thanks baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, i  gotta sleep early. have to go to school tomorrow to do some business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, and happy holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;love you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110407451538494232?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110407451538494232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110407451538494232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110407451538494232' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110385913777491816</id><published>2004-12-24T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:51:11.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LATEST NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA DROP LIT. SO IS CHERYL. AND WE'LL BE BACK IN T19. YES. *GRINS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110385913777491816?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110385913777491816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110385913777491816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110385913777491816' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110385829797307010</id><published>2004-12-24T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:50:28.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! BLOODY F@#$!$%!! I HAVE JUST BEEN NOTIFIED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT CHERYL AND I ARE GOING TO BE TRANSFERRED TO T06!! T06!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum woke me up not too long ago and asked me to call TJS urgently.. so i was sleepy and my mind was not in order. and the news came. i was like okay.. then when i put down the phone, i was like " f#$%@!!! what did he just say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how how??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110385829797307010?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110385829797307010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110385829797307010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110385829797307010' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110382016585325676</id><published>2004-12-24T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:42:45.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK YOU....!!! I DON'T LIKE YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU AND YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110382016585325676?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110382016585325676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110382016585325676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110382016585325676' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110360772167312987</id><published>2004-12-21T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:40:30.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back from korea... here are the details of my trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1&lt;br /&gt;food: sucked&lt;br /&gt;places visited: boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2&lt;br /&gt;food: sucked&lt;br /&gt;places visited: boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3&lt;br /&gt;food: sucked&lt;br /&gt;places visited: everland theme park was okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4&lt;br /&gt;food: sucked&lt;br /&gt;places visited: sking was fun though i fell many many times&lt;br /&gt;hot spring was ok too, though japan's hot springs were better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 5&lt;br /&gt;food: sucked&lt;br /&gt;places visited: boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 6&lt;br /&gt;food: sucked&lt;br /&gt;places visited: boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 7&lt;br /&gt;food: sucked&lt;br /&gt;places visited: boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, the trip was boring and the food sucked.. well, maybe some of the food they gave us were okay, like ginseng chicken and fried meat.. but generally, the food sucked. there would be cold vegetables, kimchi, meat, vegetables to wrap the meat, and soup with seaweed. the food was either tasteless, or too salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to buy in korea. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i missed my baby baby so damn much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, so, there you are. you might want to think twice before going to korea. well, maybe if they had brought us to the DMZ, the trip would be slightly more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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com. how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110302554248626226?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110302554248626226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110302554248626226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110302554248626226' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110278311897512158</id><published>2004-12-12T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T00:39:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so here i am, blogging.. abstract entries eh(the previoious few).. ah well, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to Kimchi land on monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110278311897512158?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110278311897512158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110278311897512158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110278311897512158' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110278193478256048</id><published>2004-12-12T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T00:21:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The shining star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night not too long ago,&lt;br /&gt;a helpless man found a shining star.&lt;br /&gt;And since then,&lt;br /&gt;his life has changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he found the star,&lt;br /&gt;a miserable controlled life he led.&lt;br /&gt;He was forced to do things he didn't like,&lt;br /&gt;and he was reprimanded along the way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had no power, no say.&lt;br /&gt;And courage is what he lacks.&lt;br /&gt;The helpless man had tried in vain many times,&lt;br /&gt;to break free from the bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouted and cried,&lt;br /&gt;resistance he did show.&lt;br /&gt;But the chain around his neck is too strong&lt;br /&gt;for the poor man to break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came this little star,&lt;br /&gt;which had trouble &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Lighting" target="_blank"&gt;lighting&lt;/a&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;The man got acquainted with this star,&lt;br /&gt;and soon the star brightly shone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The star had the same problem before,&lt;br /&gt;though not as severe.&lt;br /&gt;The star gave him strength and courage,&lt;br /&gt;to battle all his fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shining star gave the helpless man hope,&lt;br /&gt;and this made the man stronger.&lt;br /&gt;He is the man he is today-no more helpless&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to the shining star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110278193478256048?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110278193478256048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110278193478256048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110278193478256048' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110278038958213802</id><published>2004-12-11T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T00:16:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The poor lone sad soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pursuit of a better future,&lt;br /&gt;the lone soul battles&lt;br /&gt;with fire, monsters and rain.&lt;br /&gt;All he has with him&lt;br /&gt;is but a shining star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire rages beneath&lt;br /&gt;and grows stronger as the days go by.&lt;br /&gt;For the fire has been burning&lt;br /&gt;for the past eight years at least,&lt;br /&gt;if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were chances to extinguish the flame,&lt;br /&gt;But the lone soul didn't do so.&lt;br /&gt;As the old flame grows stronger,&lt;br /&gt;a new flame grew-one called&lt;br /&gt;Desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were monsters along the way&lt;br /&gt;which tormented that poor soul,&lt;br /&gt;roaring and forcing the poor chap to go where he didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;The lone soul had no power.&lt;br /&gt;So he just had to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many battles&lt;br /&gt;but the lone soul lost every single one.&lt;br /&gt;That didn't stop him.&lt;br /&gt;He will continue and persevere&lt;br /&gt;to see the light at the end of the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's his cause, you might ask.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the shining star of course.&lt;br /&gt;That sad sad soul found this star not long ago&lt;br /&gt;and that has since been his motivation.&lt;br /&gt;And courage too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for the star,&lt;br /&gt;that poor soul would be lost.&lt;br /&gt;For the star keeps telling him&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear, I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;And so, the lone soul perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, shining star, for giving the light.&lt;br /&gt;The poor lone soul isn't so lost now&lt;br /&gt;with the new courage and desire he has found&lt;br /&gt;to pursue something he will prefer.&lt;br /&gt;For a better future! He smiles and says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110278038958213802?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110278038958213802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110278038958213802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110278038958213802' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110261386173996950</id><published>2004-12-10T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T01:37:41.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck.. my blogger went to china.. EVERY DAMN WORD IS CHINESE!!! HELP!!!!A... luckily, i can post in english..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110261386173996950?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110261386173996950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110261386173996950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110261386173996950' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110226617438660880</id><published>2004-12-06T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:02:54.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so the bus was relatively crowded and YOU wanted to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last row has 5 seats.&lt;br /&gt;a man occupied 1.5 seats on the left.&lt;br /&gt;i took the center seat.&lt;br /&gt;an old grandma took the seat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;and so, one seat left on the extreme right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes this humongous chunk of meat who stank. and he looked around. and he just had to sit inbetween me and the other man. yes, this huge lump of fat had to squeeze onto a 0.5 seat. like what the fuck. if you are as slim as me, fine. but do understand your massive size yes? you can sit next to the grandma if you wanted.  but you must squeeze next to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's worse? you had to glare at me? what is your problem mister? hope you understand what fuck means, cuz i scolded you that. yes, as i left my seat, i said 'fuck, what's wrong with standing?'.. and then i stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitchy? ha. i hate people whoo ccupy more than one seat. you aren't that big you know. and i hate people who want to squeeze and sit on the "0.5 seat", especially if i'm the one next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i read in the forum(if i remembered correctly) about this lady complaining about people putting their legs on the back of the seat in front of them. she said that it is very irritating and wants people to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do agree that it is irritating, especially if the fella behind keeps putting pressure. but people have long legs and the space inbetween is not enough for them. that is why they have to do that. you mentioned that you are small built. well, that's the problem. you don't understand how uncomfortable it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while on the subject, i have to say this. i hate people who keep kicking your chair. cinema, plane blah blah. it is bloody irritating. you are enjoying the movie and there is this rhythemic thud on your back. it is usually done by the kids lahz huh.. parents, please control your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, have i mentioned this before? i hate people who don't bother to hold the door for you. in the LTs, restaurants, entrances blah blah. where are your manners? didn't your mum teach you how to behave? ok, so what if i'm a boy and you're a girl. that doesn't mean you can just slam the door at my face without looking back. guys too. even if you don't want to hold the door for other guys, at least be a gentleman and hold the door for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate bitchy teachers. go bitch to bf or gf. don't come into class and show off the bitch within you. students hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you bump into someone, it is only polite to say sorry. let me share this incident with you. i was walking along far east. there was this father carrying his child. as he walked passed me, the kid kicked me. and guess what this father did? he gave me a stern face and made a "tsk" sound. what is your problem? your kid hit me and you get pissed? you deserve the glare i gave back to you. and i hope you heard what i said LOUDLY as i walked away. you deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who lack manners and common sense. maybe that explains our low ranking in customer service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110226617438660880?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110226617438660880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110226617438660880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110226617438660880' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110217798488597039</id><published>2004-12-05T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T00:34:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;alone in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mind in a whirl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncertain of the future,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he can only moan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all these need not be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if there were two understanding people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now the wrath of disinterest sets in,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and poor him has to pay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the joy he shows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is but a cover-up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would real happiness come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;should the boy choose a different path?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;memory is not his forte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which can obviously be seen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he longs for something else,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which he can't quite get just yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there is hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a glimmer, but still hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could the hope be here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;comunicações maciças?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110217798488597039?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110217798488597039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110217798488597039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110217798488597039' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110192271095232358</id><published>2004-12-02T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T01:47:11.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>congratulations to Taufik.. you rock.. haha.. well, i guess SLY will have to smell the dust.. you just have this ah beng face which ah lians like. that's all. really. you can't even pronounce properly. open your mouth BIGGER, boy.. then the words can be articulated. but oh well, at least you have come this far and i guess thats an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, people here are so shallow. a cute face deserves votes? c'mon. so what if he's an idol? will he be your bf or sth? and do you want singapore to be humiliated in world idol? SLY doesn't even understand what our dear Ken says. how do you think he will take comments given by more sarcastic and frank judges? please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing Taufik won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know i am worth that much.. (look below).. haha.. baby, dun jealous lahz.. it's just a dumb quiz yea? i still love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people say relationships that haven't started are the most romantic. i'll say our love will be a lifelong journey.. nothing beats having you to grow old with =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110192271095232358?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110192271095232358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110192271095232358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110192271095232358' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110192049682643265</id><published>2004-12-02T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T01:01:36.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm worth $2,853,837.22! How much are &lt;a href="http://www.personprice.com" target="_blank"&gt;you worth&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110192049682643265?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110192049682643265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110192049682643265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110192049682643265' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110149540576887113</id><published>2004-11-27T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T02:56:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tada! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant to look like Starhub, but I guess I just have impeccable taste. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110149540576887113?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110149540576887113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110149540576887113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110149540576887113' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110148437020051212</id><published>2004-11-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:13:58.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for my long absence.. have been pretty lazy to blog.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i cracked some bones, &lt;em&gt;saw plenty of blood&lt;/em&gt;, and played with some meat. haha.. chicken meat i mean. what are you thinking huh huh huh? ;) went over to baby's place and helped her and her mum prepare chicken wings for a BBQ tomorrow. a day well spent huh, ming? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to secondary school recently. it feels so nice to be back in an all boy's environment. really, being in a single ed school beats being in a co-ed school hands down! those who didn't have a chance to experience being, studying, playing and slacking with people of the same sex, i'm sorry. you have missed out a lot in life. really. a single ed school is where one's character develops. really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days where we all just strip in class after PE, use vulgarities like water, the NP room, the prefect's room, the o-so-heavenly air conditioned 4E1 classroom, the lessons, the timetable,the jokes, the paper war, the cold war(not history), the cheap  but ever so tasty food, and of course, having the honours of leading the school in the national pledge weekly and for a period of time, raising the flag too. those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay. we must move on. hey, we moved from primary school to secondary school too. we lost the carefree primary school days, but i doubt anyone can remember what happened. haha.. poor pri 6 and sec 4 pupils, who have to apply for their choice of school soon. their future and character formation will be in their hands.. haha.. i've been through all that dung, and so have many of us reading this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you tomorrow baby! love ya lots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110148437020051212?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110148437020051212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110148437020051212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110148437020051212' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644761.post-110028128424412263</id><published>2004-11-13T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T02:48:37.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/161/1988/320/PICT0033.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/161/1988/320/PICT0033.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my all time favourite photos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been spending time with my baby these past few days.. quality time huh baby :)so guys, if u wanna date me, give me notice in advance okie? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum and i will be going to korea this year.. don't ask why my dad's not going.. haha.. but i'll be going in mid-december i think.. haha.. so that i can spend my Nov with ming.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went down to ICA today, but i had no IC so couldn't collect.. y can't they accept the bus-pass??!!! i mean my face is there, my IC number is there.. what more do they want? they won't need my address and blood group wad.. sigh.. such redundant rules.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to go collect my extended passport tomorrow.. should i get the "expensive toy"? mmm.. hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie then, muz go and sleep so that i can wake up bright and early to go collect.. according to the lady, i should go early to avoid the queue.. haha.. so, ciao my dear friends, especially to you baby ming.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644761-110028128424412263?l=looneyloony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110028128424412263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6644761/posts/default/110028128424412263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looneyloony.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110028128424412263' title=''/><author><name>shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
