<?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-5626095</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:03:28.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bring me my socks!</title><subtitle type='html'>crazy, paranoid</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-108082572483733030</id><published>2004-04-01T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:37:04.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the worst day ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such a bad day you can never imagine. it was a total nightmare i've got to say.  i hate it i hate it i hate it.  i guess you blog readers would all agree to how suey i am. damn. alright. your must be puzzled what the hell happened, i shall share. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peeve no. 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i overslept. great. i woke up at 7. when i rushed down to school, it was 7.29am. yes. and the prefect just happily closed the gate infront of me when she actually saw me trying hard to be on time. yes. exactly. she closed the gate when i laid my foot right infront of that gate! i looked at my watch. 7:29:59 hello. ms prefect. i'm not late! you closed the gate before 7.30am. whats this. so what if it was just merely a second. dont look down on that second. you never know what can happen in that one second. yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peeve no. 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got caught for my belt! after chinese lesson. my belt buckle just happily fell off without giving a sign. nevermind. the second part comes. while i was heading for the labs for chemistry, guess who i met up with. MS GAN! discipline mistress. since my belt was half hanging. she walked up to me. took my belt. and sent me down to the office. and i was then made to get that ugly, butt-revealing, disgusting new sewn-on-belt uniform. and i was given such a small size that it was just so tight! ok. i know i'm fat. shut up. you must be thinking why i did not explain the whole situation to her. well. its not that i didnt want to. i cant. i lost my voice and i cant speak. serious. i cant speak. screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peeve no. 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went up to the chem lab for lesson after that. we were made to do some assignments and were told to keep quiet. okie. then i heard someone calling for me behind. it was sharon. she was asking if i would help pick up her pen cover under my bench. so i picked it up and the moment i turned back to give it to her, mrs rajah saw and called my name. unfortunately, she was in her pms status this morning. thus. i was made to stand throughout the lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peeve no. 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home straight after school. i mean why stay in that freaking place? ive had enough today. when i was going to board the bus. then i realise my ez-link card have got negative value. and i havent got any coins with me. therefore. last resort: walk home. it wasnt that bad for i can reach home within a half an hour walk. but guess what. i dont know what has gotten into me. but i fell into the drain. and sprained my ankle. so thus. i limped all the way home. and the great thing is. the lift broke down. but thats not all! the freaking part comes. while walking up the stairs. i thought i felt someone behind me. when i turned around, (highlight the space to see what is it. i'm afraid to say it out..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what do you think it is? i'm really suey today right? but well. at least i'm much better than you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr color="000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/end&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-108082572483733030?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108082572483733030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108082572483733030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108082572483733030' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-108056918511412394</id><published>2004-03-29T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T22:09:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Not Get Distracted?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i say i didnt want to get distracted? Oh well, i think there's a distinct line between distractions and "taking a break" (im trying to give myself excuses) i am supposed to be burying my head into my maths tys, getting all fused up with the stupid algebraic equations and trying hard to seep all my trigo functions into the back of my head, lock it up and melt the key. and what am i doing? blogging? gosh. i ought to be banned from this man. its too tempting. and i cant resist. alright. this sounds pretty sick. damn. its gonna be the nightmar-ish tuesday again tomorrow. i dread tuesdays. stupid zuo wen ban. draggy time-table. lousy food in canteen. &lt;strong&gt;i hate tuesdays!&lt;/strong&gt; -fumes- how i wish o' level exam is over. how i wish today is sunday. no no. how i wish its sunday everyday. how i wish school sells nasi lemak tomorrow too. how i wish. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. i have to stop dreaming and get back to reality. 39 days to mid year exam. 9 subjects to mug for. which means i have approximately 4.3 days to mug for each subject. which is 4 days and 7.2 hours to mug each subject till mid year. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT?? 4 DAYS TO MUG FOR EACH SUBJECT? GOSH. &lt;/strong&gt;okok. 4 days 4 days 4 days 4 days 4 days 4 days 4 days 4 days 4 days 4 days 4 days 4 days 4 days -chants- alright. that does it. i'm off to study. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-108056918511412394?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108056918511412394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108056918511412394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108056918511412394' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-108039739417808931</id><published>2004-03-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T22:25:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do you spend all your time &lt;br /&gt;Watching life pass you by;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to your pride&lt;br /&gt;All that you can anticipate &lt;br /&gt;Hoping all your mistakes will somehow fade away&lt;br /&gt;What are you to do with this&lt;br /&gt;It's either hit or miss&lt;br /&gt;You know the answer now;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, give your heart away&lt;br /&gt;I know you hurt inside;&lt;br /&gt;I know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait a moment;&lt;br /&gt;Come on and give you heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hesitation When God is ever waiting&lt;br /&gt;Gotta' stop procrastinating;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me&lt;br /&gt;Why the hesitation;&lt;br /&gt;You can pick your destination&lt;br /&gt;And the risk is so worth taking;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Giving up drama's days;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go uneasy ways&lt;br /&gt;When will you ever realize&lt;br /&gt;Letting go all your lies;&lt;br /&gt;All the pain will subside&lt;br /&gt;What are you gonna' do with this&lt;br /&gt;It's either hit or miss&lt;br /&gt;You know the answer now;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, give your heart away&lt;br /&gt;I know you hurt inside;&lt;br /&gt;I know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait a moment;&lt;br /&gt;Come on and give you heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.stacie orrico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-108039739417808931?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108039739417808931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108039739417808931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108039739417808931' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-108031313867665298</id><published>2004-03-26T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T23:01:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today wasnt that bad a day. though LK was totally two-sided face man!! it was so obvious! when big bird came in, her attitute towards us was totally different! errrkk. i hate hypocrites. serious. i get disgusted by them. oh well. lit test was a disaster la. i didnt manage to finish answering my second question. sad. i'm so gonna fail this time round. i can see a 9 floating infront of me. so dead. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was made up with lovely company to watch a damn stupid show. if you guys are intending to watch 'The Eye2'. get this info right. if you wanna go in and laugh your lungs out, go ahead. you will. but if you wanna get all scared and start screaming, wailing whatever. forget it. alright. overall rating: 2/5  I think the movie was just so crude. grossed me out. and the plot was so out of point too. i dont know. it just didnt seem to be that good to be after all. was dozing off every now and then. maybe to me. but if you wanna give it a try. yeah. its not too bad. alright. this may sound so oxymoron. but. you know. it wasnt that good. neither was it that bad lar. ya. i know you get what i mean. right right. yes. anyway. i nearly dieded in the cinema. with some scarr-i-fied. easily freaked out girls behind. oh man. they screamed whenever a ghost appeared on the screen. relax la. relax. yah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went somewhere ive not stepped into for years. this shows how deprieved i am of childhood. yeah. but it was good la. at least the music played was good. they even played my nephew's favourite song! the one which goes " the bus tyre goes  round and round. round and round. round and round." okie. sorry. i cant really remember the lyrics. stupid me. alright. ha. oh yeah. messed around with some stupid toys. well. i wasnt the one who started it! i wasnt!! -shakes head- ahem ahem*  and yes. thanx for stuffing that tail thing up my nose. side effects. sneezed non-stop after that. haha. nevermind. i guess its not la. just trying to push the blame. -opps-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. thanx for your company la. it was great. though i didnt really get what you were talking about most of the time, and you were constantly trying to make me feel inferior. ha. but i appreciate it man! yeah. =)) thank you very much. -nods nods- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. training tomorrow. at last. it seems as though ive not had training for such a longggg time. yea yea. i feel good. -neh neh neh neh neh neh neh- ha. Praise the Lord. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-108031313867665298?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108031313867665298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108031313867665298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108031313867665298' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-108022549915287122</id><published>2004-03-25T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T22:49:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Passion of Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care! I wanna watch Passion so badly!! &lt;em&gt;i want i want i want i want i want&lt;/em&gt;. angry. why is it M18?? stupid. stupid. stupid. brother called from australia just to say, "watch passion of christ". so i guess it must be really good. and now i cant watch. damn. angry. ahhh!! how how how how. i'm desperate! really desperate! anyone willing to lend me ic or student pass? -grinz- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of things You've done for me&lt;br /&gt;I know You are the reason I live&lt;br /&gt;And I, I want to know You more each day&lt;br /&gt;God please open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And show me Your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I live in this world&lt;br /&gt;You are the One that I want to be like&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I live in this world&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way to live&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You are the reason I live (Woah)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You are the reason I live (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always go Your way&lt;br /&gt;And that will never change&lt;br /&gt;You will be the One for all my days&lt;br /&gt;I'll always go Your way&lt;br /&gt;And that will never change&lt;br /&gt;You will be the One for all of my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I live in this world&lt;br /&gt;You are the One that I want to be like&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I live in this world&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way to live&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You are the reason I live (Woah)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You are the reason I live (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.The Reason I Live. Hillsongs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-108022549915287122?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108022549915287122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108022549915287122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108022549915287122' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-108005317441067860</id><published>2004-03-23T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T22:50:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's in the way you move me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&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/5626095-108005317441067860?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108005317441067860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/108005317441067860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108005317441067860' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107996462201490286</id><published>2004-03-22T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T22:12:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me with goodbye and open arms&lt;br /&gt;A cut so deep I don't deserve&lt;br /&gt;Well, you were always invincible in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The only thing against us now is time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,&lt;br /&gt;Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true&lt;br /&gt;If I only had one more day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie down and blind myself with laughter&lt;br /&gt;Well, a quick fix of hope is what I'm needing&lt;br /&gt;And how I wish that I could turn back the hours&lt;br /&gt;But I know I just don't have the power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I'd jump at the chance,&lt;br /&gt;We'd drink and we'd dance&lt;br /&gt;And I'd listen close to your every word,&lt;br /&gt;As if it's your last, well I know it's your last,&lt;br /&gt;Cause today, oh, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be any harder, fade away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be any harder to live my life without you&lt;br /&gt;Could it be any harder, I'm all alone, I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sand on my feet,&lt;br /&gt;The smell of sweet perfume&lt;br /&gt;You stick to me forever, baby&lt;br /&gt;I wish you didn't go&lt;br /&gt;I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go away&lt;br /&gt;To touch you again,&lt;br /&gt;With life in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't be any harder.. harder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.the calling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107996462201490286?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107996462201490286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107996462201490286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107996462201490286' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107987713893856549</id><published>2004-03-21T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T21:54:45.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;un-wanting to escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just told my mum. i feel like crying. &lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it. &lt;br /&gt;school's re-opening tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;one week. its gone.&lt;br /&gt;it seems as though it was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;a dream i'll never wanna wake up from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. thats how fast it was to me.&lt;br /&gt;though i didnt play that much&lt;br /&gt;mugging was on the top list.&lt;br /&gt;but still. i needed more time.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not ready for the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;the great hurdle infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more practice. i want more courage.&lt;br /&gt;to overcome that fear in me.&lt;br /&gt;where can i find them.&lt;br /&gt;in those tys i'm bugging my head into?&lt;br /&gt;or the whole stack of assignments&lt;br /&gt;awaiting for me to pen on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had dis dream last night&lt;br /&gt;someone (i dont wish to mention) &lt;br /&gt;came to me and tell me he doesnt have school anymore&lt;br /&gt;and provoked me&lt;br /&gt;i start to pity myself.&lt;br /&gt;even when i'm sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i get these kind of torturous dreams.&lt;br /&gt;no. nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;of some reasons or so.&lt;br /&gt;he started crying. (dont ask why. i dont know)&lt;br /&gt;then out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;someone gave me a tight slap.&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is out of point&lt;br /&gt;but the funny thing is.&lt;br /&gt;i thought my cheek was painful too.&lt;br /&gt;but wlel. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps God wants to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;and tell me to get into serious work&lt;br /&gt;and stop playing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. alright. alright.&lt;br /&gt;always look on the bright side of life.&lt;br /&gt;Monday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;school canteen sells nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;*chants*-nasi lemak nasi lemak nasi lemak-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. i feel better.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&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/5626095-107987713893856549?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107987713893856549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107987713893856549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107987713893856549' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107979398051995285</id><published>2004-03-20T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T22:53:19.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would like to say congratulations to all the campcraft competition finalists. i guess this is already very impressive. everyone has put in their best. and as what willium hung said, " no regrets". yes. definitely. sure enough, the results would have been great disappointment to some whom had put in high hopes, but didnt achieve. and to some, surprises and even miracles. but all in all,  i guess your had come this far, its really well done. yeap.  *clap clap for cedar, zhss. yeah! Hallelujah! and of cos PL* PL is so gonna get into the finals the next time round. YES. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went lean may's place to havock this afternoon. supposed to be either sleeping or mugging at home, but wasnt in the mood la. played some stupid games then nearly got myself killed. oh yeah. alright. i admit. i was really mean today. we signed into lean may's msn account. and i started clicking on yankai sir and talked to him. and i think i got him quite confused and stuffs. (i sounded like some perverts stalking him. and mind you ppl, its not me! its lean may. remember? i'm using her account!) wahaha. felt so evil. okok. sorry lean may. -appologises- guilty concious. sigh. oh yes. lean may i plead you guilty too! let me tell you, dear blog readers. gugu lean may told her mum i'm her classmate! damn. felt so insulted. and throughout the whole time, she was mentioning i'm her classmate, sqdmate. and i was trying so hard to lie with her. oh man. tough job can. i cant lie well la! stop it. i'm innocent. pure. sugar. spice. and everything nice. so dun pollute my mind! (hey! it rhymes!) shoooo!! go away you horrible devils! -nods nods- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, i caught up with brudderhood. and we really had a whole hell of fun! haha. and guess what. thanx to the horrible robbers, they are back! woohoo! hail robbers!! yoohoo. Hey robbers, hide yourselves well alright! i guess Mr. President is gonna throw me into jail or sumthing if he sees this. okie. so brudderhood shared the stories of their everday-life serving as a property of Singapore. stories in Tekong. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me this story of the third door in the old camp in Tekong, and its actually quite famous. They were saying in the old, abandon but still standing camp in Tekong, in between BMTC and SISPEC, lies a camp and a particular bunk of Charlie Company. Hoon have slept there once (not in Charlie Company of course, but the other bunk), and he mentioned the bunk is a huge room with a door at each ends. There arent anymore beds in the rooms, everyone whom have camped there slept on the floor. But there is a particular bunk, Charlie Company, has 3 doors. The odd door is right in the centre of the room and is constantly locked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many different versions to the door. Heard it was supposed to be the door for the spirits. Some said, people who slept there, never wakes up. Then they will have all their organs nicely placed outside their bodies beside the corpse the next day. But one thing for sure, the door exists. All other bunks have two doors, while only that has three. whoo. freaky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1065683549_hoenixquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="pho"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Form 0, &lt;b&gt;Phoenix&lt;/b&gt;: The Eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And The Phoenix's cycle had reached&lt;br&gt;zenith, so he consumed himself in fire.  He&lt;br&gt;emerged from his own ashes, to be forever&lt;br&gt;immortal."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples of the Phoenix Form are Quetzalcoatl&lt;br&gt;(Aztec), Shiva (Indian), and Ra-Atum&lt;br&gt;(Egyptian).&lt;br /&gt;The Phoenix is associated with the concept of life,&lt;br&gt;the number 0, and the element of fire.&lt;br /&gt;His sign is the eclipsed sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a member of Form 0, you are a determined&lt;br&gt;individual.  You tend to keep your sense of&lt;br&gt;optomism, even through tough times and have a&lt;br&gt;positive outlook on most situations.  You have&lt;br&gt;a way of looking at going through life as a&lt;br&gt;journey that you can constantly learn from.&lt;br&gt;Phoenixes are the best friends to have because&lt;br&gt;they cheer people up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/Which%20Mythological%20Form%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Mythological Form Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107979398051995285?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107979398051995285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107979398051995285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107979398051995285' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107970088176518377</id><published>2004-03-19T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:02:56.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bliss...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Is spending an entire Friday to myself, myself and only myself. I believe today was the only day this year that i spoke to no one, really, no one, save for my parents and the cafe girl. Absolute bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet, sunlit morning drive to sis place to collect my math tys, then spending a lovely three hour stint in school red brick area finishing the last of Newsweek assignment and doing a CHS Chinese prelim paper. &lt;br /&gt;Leaving school was hit by a strong urge for company. Messaged some regular mugging partners to see if they'd want to join me. Unfortunately (or luckily) they didn't want to spend their Friday mugging. Keng said she'll be murdered if she comes out today. Vanny has tuition. So, solo for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trooping down to busy orchard mrt to get my chem worked solutions book, and headed to oh-so-lightly-modern library@orchard to get down to serious mugging. A severe shortage of tables and chairs yes, but compensated by yummy cheap food and a whole lot of gay-i-fied secondary school bengs, (two of which tried to get my number. Gosh.  Gross. They are really sissified) Accompanied by contemporary jazzy music, would have been a perfect new mugging haunt for me if they didn't chase me out half an hour later to hold a function there (mumble grumble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved over to library@esplanade which would have been really good too (especially with the arty-farty atmosphere) if they didn't have to keep announcing "please do not bring in your books, files, or project materials to study in the library", duly ignored by me and fellow muggers, sending grumpy librarians to remind us how people browsing in the library had priority, and an air-conditioning temperature enough to inhibit the growth of bacteria. Still, i managed to complete two units of add math tys to keep myself warm, and walked out feeling extremely satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something really zen about spending a day alone, despite the crowds and the bustle of town, had this strange sense of detachment from everything, and unlike previous trips, being alone in a crowd did not make me feel lonely (perhaps its because there's that shining hope of a good dinner tonight! -grins-) Or maybe God just decided that i just needed to take a break from everything, which is what He gave me. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107970088176518377?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107970088176518377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107970088176518377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107970088176518377' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107953686305579361</id><published>2004-03-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T23:23:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now you're gone &lt;br /&gt;I wonder why &lt;br /&gt;You left me here &lt;br /&gt;I think about it on, &lt;br /&gt;and on, and on, and on again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're never coming back &lt;br /&gt;I hope that you can hear me &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting to hear from you &lt;br /&gt;Until I do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone away &lt;br /&gt;I'm left alone &lt;br /&gt;A part of me &lt;br /&gt;Is gone and I'm not moving on &lt;br /&gt;So wait for me &lt;br /&gt;I know the day will come &lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there &lt;br /&gt;no matter where life takes me to &lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there &lt;br /&gt;And even if I leave you here &lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could of told you &lt;br /&gt;the things I kept inside &lt;br /&gt;but now I guess it's just to late &lt;br /&gt;So many things remind me of you &lt;br /&gt;I hope that you can hear me &lt;br /&gt;I miss you &lt;br /&gt;This is good-bye one last time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone away &lt;br /&gt;I'm left alone &lt;br /&gt;A part of me &lt;br /&gt;Is gone and I'm not moving on &lt;br /&gt;So wait for me &lt;br /&gt;I know the day will come &lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there &lt;br /&gt;no matter where life takes me to &lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there &lt;br /&gt;And even if I leave you here &lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet you there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where I go &lt;br /&gt;You'll be there with me &lt;br /&gt;Forever you'll be right here with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there &lt;br /&gt;no matter where life takes me to &lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there &lt;br /&gt;And even if I leave you here &lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107953686305579361?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107953686305579361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107953686305579361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107953686305579361' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107944373628150053</id><published>2004-03-16T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T21:31:18.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I know I can handle this&lt;br /&gt;I'll close my mouth and clench my fist&lt;br /&gt;I've lived this day in a thousand ways&lt;br /&gt;But there's a flaw to add to my list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on and squeeze a little more&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if you scream I'll just ignore you&lt;br /&gt;But I've rehearsed this scene in a million dreams&lt;br /&gt;You're getting closer to my core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Losing breath and now I'm shaking&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep myself from breaking down&lt;br /&gt;Someone get me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear don't you fall, eyes dont you cry&lt;br /&gt;Need to get me round this corner&lt;br /&gt;I can't break down, break down&lt;br /&gt;Pride don't cave in, head don't let go&lt;br /&gt;While I'm opening you can read me&lt;br /&gt;I can't break down, break down&lt;br /&gt;Break down, break down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blocked it out for long enough&lt;br /&gt;Got really good at playing rough now&lt;br /&gt;I've been prepared and not really cared&lt;br /&gt;But being brave is getting tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin don't start to quiver&lt;br /&gt;Hands now don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep myself from breaking down&lt;br /&gt;Someone get me out&lt;br /&gt;Someone let me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile like the cat who's got the cream&lt;br /&gt;I'm vulnerable and I know you see me&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;But this lump in my throat makes me walk away&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;Tear don't you fall, eyes don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Pride don't cave in, head don't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Sinead Quinn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107944373628150053?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107944373628150053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107944373628150053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107944373628150053' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107919077144234111</id><published>2004-03-13T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T23:15:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Reflection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to do flag day ever again. no. never. my legs hurt. they seem as though they are breaking any moment. call me lousy. i admit i am. but it was indeed tiring. my jaw nearly got stuck from smiling too much. and i nearly went mad after saying so many "i'm sorry, but would you like to donate for the handicapped association?"s. but since its for the handicapped, i'll put in my best la. anyway. i'm bound to join in the association sooner or later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. actually. it wasnt that bad afterall. met with a few pretty interesting encounters. for instance someone going into the bank to change for more coins to donate. me myself speaking in cantonese with the hongkees and explaining to them the coin they are holding on to is a 5 cent coin and they can actually donate that. having somone to donate a note instead of coins since he has none with him. and even acting pitiful to make a grp of people turn back and donate after rejecting me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still. &lt;strong&gt;i dont wanna do flag day anymore.  &lt;/strong&gt; and this is my stand. yes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107919077144234111?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107919077144234111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107919077144234111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107919077144234111' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107910018352120322</id><published>2004-03-12T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T23:24:51.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;p i s s e d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is bad. real bad. whats your problem. can you just tell me whats wrong with you? i've already asked you whether i need to pass you a letter. and you said no. okie. and now you are accusing me oweing you this freaking letter for a month?? whats this! treating me like nuts? or thinking they are ignorant of whats happening around? so do you think you are very great? playing your tricks around and putting everyone else at fault other than yourself? and let me tell you this. they are not the kind of people you see them as they are. stop all your inpeachment. having two faces. trying to psycho us that you are indeed a great person whom we can share our wearies with. but totally another thing behind our backs. do i judge this as you are falsely pretending to be virtuous. hypocritical? or do i take it as you are suffering from some multipersonal disorder? well. whatever it is. you dont earn my respect. perhaps in the future i may feel differently towards you, but now, its definitely out of the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For: your know who your are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see your displeasures . i can hear your cries. i can feel what your are feeling now. afterall, i'm not that impersonal. i understand your must be thinking its something just so unfair. so injustice. but we must always look at things from different perspectives. put ourselves in their shoes. how did they feel when you guys made it and they didnt the other time? have we spared a thought for them and get to know how they were feeling? perhaps. at that point of time. to them. the results werent that fair too. its the exact same thing. think about this. you guys have earned a recognition of your hard work put in. couldnt they get theirs? both groups are working different ways. but remember. at the end of the day, you guys are still meeting at the same finishing point. which is to benefit our school. so. do not get upset over all these. you reap what you sow. God doesnt take everything away from us, until He finds something better to substitute. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107910018352120322?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107910018352120322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107910018352120322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107910018352120322' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107901462364651760</id><published>2004-03-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T22:38:29.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i blogged just for one purpose. to share with everyone the best lit lesson ever! ha. and today's lit lesson was on irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan: Irony refers to contradiction btw two things. 1) verbal irony--&gt;sacarsm  2) situational irony ---&gt; events&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan: So, give me an example of a verbal irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almee: You are so pretty! [HAHAHAHAHAHA!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is soo funny! The whole class went crazy after that. Almee rocks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan: You. give me an example of a situational irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: You looked into the mirror and said, "wow! i'm so pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan: NO! its when YOU look into the mirror and it didnt crack. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she has taught us the technique of foreshadowing. for example, when the atmosphere is dark, gloomy. it foreshadows something unpleasant is going to happen later. so today's weather wasnt that good. during her lesson, it was raining. then she told us she had to leave early to go down to ACSI for a lit talk. then we were like, " Mrs Tan! Oh no! Look at the weather. It foreshadows something bad is going to happen! Be careful alright!" Then Mrs Tan said, " Yea. I guess all the boys are gonna have a crush on me." And all of us went, " yaaaahhhhh rigghhhttt." Then she gave us the 'wadeva' look. haha! Shes so cute man! So cool! I love Mrs Tan! GO SUZZEEE! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107901462364651760?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107901462364651760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107901462364651760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107901462364651760' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107892599909774799</id><published>2004-03-10T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:42:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie. this is something real lame. pc, charissa, heather and i went macs and mug today. and we picked up this letter on the floor. actually i thought heather dropped it, but after reading it.. . . . we realised its a love letter!! haha. alright. here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Hariny the Great,&lt;br /&gt;Hi! How's everyone at home? How are you? Well, i need to tell you the thruth. The "love" I had on Leela was just a prank. You might not believe me. However, it is the truth [amazingly, it's spelled correctly the second time] and the facts I was having this drama, to know what actually happened (about the incident). You might have thought, why didn't I came to you and ask what really had happened. I've a reason. I didn't want to force you. Seeing you all the days, being tensed up, I felt sorry for you. So, as not to add on extra tension, I wanted to ask you in another way. And so somehow this dramam came about in my mind [eh?]. Sorry, for the inconvinienced caused. Don't worry about Leela, I've told her about this and she understood me. But, i still cannot find what had happened. Hariny, could you please kindly tell me, what happened (the incident).&lt;br /&gt;Hariny, I still love you. I just can't forget you. It is because you are the best of the best. Swear upon my guru [HUHHH?!], Ragavaendra, I still TRULY LOVE YOU. Once again, I am really very very sorry!&lt;br /&gt;You know what. You looked great when you were the Punjabi suit. I will never destroy you belief on me. I know that you believe me alot. Nathan, will do things for good sake. Anyway, congratulations. You've won prizes in the Tamil camp. Once again, from the bottom of my heart, I love you, I still love you, I will always be loving you as the years go by. This is for sure. God will always be on your side. Take care! Cheer up! Please don't look dull. Bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, the desciple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. -sob sob- so sweet right. haha. anyway, i know i'm mean. but its really funny la. after reading it, we cant stop laughing. its like. WHAT?? is this some kind of love confession or sumthing?? haha! well. i pity that fellow who dropped this. and the unlucky thing is, a bunch of crazy people picked it up. and thats the end man. seriously, i felt quite guilty. but i should always share my new discoveries with my dearest blog readers right?? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107892599909774799?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107892599909774799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107892599909774799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107892599909774799' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107884481756182177</id><published>2004-03-09T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T23:09:12.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at last. the term is coming to an end. the long awaited term break. one week break for us to catch our breath. to get things done. to get things straight. that o level is this year. i hate it. i really do. the days are drawing nearer and nearer. yet the countdown on the whiteboard doesnt affect me in any way. i dont seem to feel any anxiousness. no sense of urgency. and this is a bad sign. chinese o's is in 2 1/2 months time. and i'm still dozing off during chinese lessons. i'm so dead. so so dead. i do not wish to waste time and retake at the end of the year again. but then. why am i not working hard enough? CA results are out. i only managed to clinch one pathetic A2. the rest are really horrible. geography. E8. goodness. how to sit for o's with this kind of grades? i'm so going to fail this time round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day is going by&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;but you're out there&lt;br /&gt;and i'm here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote this letter in my head&lt;br /&gt;'cos so many things were left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;but now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;and i cant think straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this could be the one last time&lt;br /&gt;to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;to try to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;somehow i cant put you in the past&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;just to fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;'cos i know i wont forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together we broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of dropping out of school&lt;br /&gt;and leave this place&lt;br /&gt;to never come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now maybe after all these years&lt;br /&gt;if you miss me have no fear&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this could be the only last chance to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;and i just cant let you leave me once again&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and all i see is you&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i try to sleep i cant forget you&lt;br /&gt;and i'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;to fall asleep with you&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i won't do&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;'cos i know i wont forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/followthetears/1075612052_resFayAir2.jpg" border="0" alt="Air Personality"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have an air personality. You laugh easily and&lt;br&gt;often at the simplest of things, which gives&lt;br&gt;you an easygoing nature. Parties are your&lt;br&gt;specialty and you can't get enough of that kind&lt;br&gt;of atmosphere. Hardly anyone has seen you upset&lt;br&gt;and you will often lock away feelings of rage&lt;br&gt;or sadness to appear happy and content. Your&lt;br&gt;love life consists of flings where the other&lt;br&gt;person was often driven away by your refusal to&lt;br&gt;acknowledge your true feelings. But don't fear!&lt;br&gt;When you find that true love, you'll be able to&lt;br&gt;open up to him/her and build a strong&lt;br&gt;relationship that will last a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/followthetears/quizzes/Elemental%20Personalities%3A%20Which%20is%20Yours%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Elemental Personalities: Which is Yours?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&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/5626095-107884481756182177?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107884481756182177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107884481756182177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107884481756182177' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107875183624974280</id><published>2004-03-08T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:19:30.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie. vanny composed this new lyrics to the song perfect by simple plan. and its quite cool. she did the first part and i helped with the chorus and bridge. haha. our creation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey taxi,&lt;br /&gt;stop for me&lt;br /&gt;u-turn and pick me cos&lt;br /&gt;cos i late for my school lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u think i'm &lt;br /&gt;wasting my money.&lt;br /&gt;takin taxi to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;but it hurts wen &lt;br /&gt;i walk too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i try hard to make it&lt;br /&gt;i try hard to take sbs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm never gonna be there on time&lt;br /&gt;i cant pretend that &lt;br /&gt;i'm alrite&lt;br /&gt;you cant change me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm like so late?&lt;br /&gt;overslept like a pig&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i cant take sbs&lt;br /&gt;now its just too late&lt;br /&gt;no point climbing over the gate&lt;br /&gt;forget it&lt;br /&gt;just pon school. today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge&lt;br /&gt;nothings gonna change the mindset ive made&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to get booked &lt;br /&gt;by prefect today&lt;br /&gt;please dont pao to me to&lt;br /&gt;my form teacher and co-tutor&lt;br /&gt;i promise to treat you dao hui!&lt;br /&gt;&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/5626095-107875183624974280?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107875183624974280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107875183624974280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107875183624974280' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107867458082126929</id><published>2004-03-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T23:56:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick of being alone &lt;br /&gt;when are you coming home? &lt;br /&gt;just a glimpse of your face &lt;br /&gt;i can remember smelling &lt;br /&gt;your hair &lt;br /&gt;i'll meet you anywhere &lt;br /&gt;somewhere that no one &lt;br /&gt;can retrace &lt;br /&gt;somewhere where nobody &lt;br /&gt;will kno our faces &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has two arms to hold me &lt;br /&gt;and four legs to wrap &lt;br /&gt;around me &lt;br /&gt;she's not your typical girlfriend &lt;br /&gt;she's my alien &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knows when &lt;br /&gt;something is wrong &lt;br /&gt;when something &lt;br /&gt;doesnt belong &lt;br /&gt;she can read in my mind &lt;br /&gt;and she can be assured &lt;br /&gt;that with me &lt;br /&gt;there is no conspiracy &lt;br /&gt;she's not wasting her time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she can take me to the place &lt;br /&gt;that she calls home &lt;br /&gt;in a spaceship that will &lt;br /&gt;someday be my own &lt;br /&gt;please take me to your leader &lt;br /&gt;tell her i will surrender &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought the astronaut kit &lt;br /&gt;now all i need is a rocket &lt;br /&gt;my love intergalactic friend &lt;br /&gt;my alien &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MissAnthropy/1077072860_sgoldheart.jpg" border="0" alt="gold heart"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heart of Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MissAnthropy/quizzes/What%20is%20Your%20Heart%20REALLY%20Made%20of%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&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/5626095-107867458082126929?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107867458082126929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107867458082126929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107867458082126929' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107840772916521487</id><published>2004-03-04T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T22:47:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm taking my time&lt;br /&gt;im trying to leave the memories of you behind&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i get your picture right out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna feel the way you make me feel when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the only hand you need to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i call you dont have time&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll never get to call you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;i know theres a million reasons why i shouldnt call&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;could easily make this conversation last all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson I didn't get to learn &lt;br /&gt;You're my obsession &lt;br /&gt;I've got nowhere to turn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107840772916521487?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107840772916521487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107840772916521487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107840772916521487' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107823398459635555</id><published>2004-03-02T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:28:32.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life gets.. &lt;br /&gt;weary when you forget which persona you're supposed to be at a certain time, moment and place. &lt;br /&gt;a feeling of betrayal towards everyone else including yourself. &lt;br /&gt;guilt sets in but you can't seem to patch the hole. &lt;br /&gt;anger burns within and eats you alive. you know you shouldn't.. but you can't help it. you say "i'm entitled to at least that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes God throws up his arms in despair and says to himself:"I know that plenty of things might have been a little different, but what's done is done, and I'm not almight, after all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts. something you can't feel, touch, hear nor taste. yet they cause so much heartache, joy.. like dreams.. which you create by yourself, play all the characters. the film sits right at the back of the cinema and watches itself on the screen. memory. what does it mean to forget something when you don't understand the feeling of remembering. even if we have forgotten, it can suddenly pop out like a jack-in-the-box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i die a silver thread of smooth pearls will break, and the pearls will roll across the country and run home to their oyster mothers at the bottom of the sea. Who will dive for my pearls when i have gone? Who will know that they were mine? Who can guess that once the whole world was hanging round my neck?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death. even stars fall sometimes. they're just a tiny sparkle out of the great beacon in the sky. &lt;br /&gt;tears. are you sad when something's beautiful.. or we become beautiful when something's sad..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i were to draw something, and i knew that what i was drawing would come alive when the drawing was finished, i wouldn't dare to draw anything at all. i would never dare to give life to something that couldn't defend itself against all those ambitious coloured pencils..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so caught up with wanting to live the way they want us to. what do you want? isn't it weird that we humans keep trying to figure out why and what and how we feel. and where does this originate.. no rock nor tortise would wonder that. we are the light and airy. vulnerable. we come and go. like mountains slowly disintegrate into sands and shingles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we see everything in a glass, darkly. sometimes we can peer through the glass and catch a glimpse of what is on the other side. if we were to polish the glass clean, we'd see much more. but then we would no longer see ourselves.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silent screams that so randomly fixate themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she quietly imagines a white room with a black ceiling. she focuses on the black, slowly erasing the blurred edges. yet the blank stares back at her. waiting to pounce on her as if what she did was a sin. yet she sees through the black.. and she finds her rainbow in the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107823398459635555?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107823398459635555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107823398459635555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107823398459635555' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107806268131320576</id><published>2004-02-29T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:53:27.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday sindy, sandy! wahahaha. its a leap year man. 29th feb. its a must-blog-day. since the next time i blog on this day would be four years later. and i doubt i'm gonna blog on this day again. dont even know where i'm gonna be 4 years later. well well. think its pretty cool for people to have birthday on this day. its like wow. a day to be remembered man. and too. they can save alot of money from buying cakes and their friends will only give them prezzies liek once every four years? not bad not bad. wu hua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wondering. can you ta pao food in a wedding dinner?? i mean what do they do to the left over food? throw away? hmph. perhaps i should give my parents a call to ta pao food since they are at a wedding dinner now. hee. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107806268131320576?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107806268131320576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107806268131320576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107806268131320576' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107788768584994853</id><published>2004-02-27T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:16:49.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anxiety hangs. its the big day tomorrow. the day which hard work will be put to a test. the day which PL shows how hard we've tried. and its time to show that by having one heart and mind, we can make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord Jesus, &lt;br /&gt;   i would like to pray for the team. that You will watch over them. allow your presence to be with them throughout the whole competition. use Your healing hand and touch upon those who are not feeling well. that may You heal them and grant them the strength to do You proud. bond us together Lord, and may we be of one heart and mind, supportive of one another, working towards the same goal of giving all our glory to You. win or lose we'll praise the Lord. so i would like to commit the whole event to You. In Jesus most precious name i pray, Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO PL!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107788768584994853?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107788768584994853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107788768584994853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107788768584994853' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107781108564507477</id><published>2004-02-26T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T20:54:01.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think ive got nothing better to do. i kept thinking about you. my mind, my heart, my soul is all about you. your presence has filled my life, just like the candle. you are the wax and i'm the wick. keng keng keng keng. yes. i'm toking about you. the talk today was memorable. i even dreamt about the conversation this afternoon. its haunting me. and i'll never wake up. i'll never wake up. i'll never wake up... its so lame that i nearly died laughing. then i'll be the first in history who ever died of laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those curious cats out there. i shall reveal your curiousities. well. we were mugging at mac with pc today. then, keng. she dropped her pen on the ground. and her immediate respond was, "shit. my pen cannot drop one."  so i decided to test out the ink for her. thus, trying to be lame as usual, i wrote this on my paper: test. test. test. keng sux. keng sux. keng is SO fat. =D yeah! pen not spoilt. Keng is obese. HAHA. Keng is in TAF club. yeah. she doesnt know i'm talking about her. slow fat keng.   okie. yes. but my laughter gave me up. i started laughing to myself. having known keng well. i know after she read this she will hoot me for sure. so i ran to the washroom. when i'm back. we didnt tok. until i started doing my work again, then i realise she wrote sumthing on my paper. " ATTENTION! Bei's so cold. so lame. so skinny. so SHORT. so flat. &gt;P How come shes not out of the toilet yet? fell into the toilet bowl? *ponders* pc went to check on bei. LOLS! :) HAHAHAHAHA! okay. not farnie!"  i guess shes just practially toking to herself. so we started having a cold war. and wrote just passed the paper here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bei: i'm angry! dont tok to you. HUR. you jealous dat i'm cooler then you la? (hot air rises)&lt;br /&gt;keng: :) hotair rises? you got hotair meh? (she obviously didnt understand what i meant)&lt;br /&gt;bei: huh? what?? Hot air? you got HOT HAIR la!! (this is the funny part as keng is really hairy.. her legs are so hairy that it freaks me out. they curl. haha!!) as in i'm COOLER than you! cos you are taller. and hot air rises. so you will feel hotter. get it?? dudu bird. -__- *you are not supposed to do anyting to me*&lt;br /&gt;keng: IRRITATING! -SCREAMS- you short rite. therefore, can feel only the cold air. tsk! no warmth.&lt;br /&gt;bei: Orh. *shivers* then you good lor! get alot of warmth. cos you live in the oven? or you live under your fridge? (keng's fridge is well known to be super hot. as she dries her shoes and everything under it.)&lt;br /&gt;keng: i live.. .. tamade. you win lak. who is your mortal? (my class is playing angel mortal game)&lt;br /&gt;bei: ****** (i cant mention her name. scarley she gets to bounce in here by chance. =P) she loves to drink milk. i'm getting her a packet of HL milk everyday. &lt;br /&gt;-by this time. pc was really outcasted. and she actually wrote something on her book where we didnt realise. so she hinted to us to look at her book-&lt;br /&gt;"the two idiots infront of me are mad."&lt;br /&gt;dots. we didnt bother to argue back. so we continued to outcast her to agitate her. haha. alright. i'm suffering from stm again. the incident is fading. whoa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching bachelorette. Trista and Ryan's wedding was like... my reactions were, WOW. whoaaa. eeeek. HHUUHHH. uhhhh dots.. &lt;br /&gt;wow for how grand the whole thing was.&lt;br /&gt;whoaaa for the number of people working for this day.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeek as the wedding was really PINKKKKK!! -nightmare-&lt;br /&gt;HHUUUHHH for the amount the wedding cost. almost 4 million US dollar. must be crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh dots for the spa treatment the bridemaids get to have. dressed up in PINK shower-robes. with PINK slippers. PINK shower caps. PINK bags as gifts wrapped up in PINK. ahhhh. -screams- this PINKY thing really gross me out. i dont understand how Ryan stands his wife. imagine you r gonna face this pink freak everyday?? with every part of your house PINK. table with PINK table cloth with PINK cups with PINK plates?? haha. goodness. i'll rather die.  and i wonder if they are really in love or just putting up a show. technology can be deceiving. hmmm. yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about that. keng and i were discussing what kind of wedding we would like. i think i would prefer to have mine down the countryside. even better, beside a river. quiet. peaceful. with bunnies hopping around. and doves flying every now and then. pretty ladies in white dresses sitting along the river bay playing harp. wahh. perfect white wedding. tts if i've learnt how to walk properly, and act like a gal. so. backup plan--&gt;having my wedding in africa. we'll have our banquet on the elephants. everyone will be riding on the elephants. and having a great lunch under the coconut trees. cool yea. provided if Legolas doesnt join in and kill all the elephants. =)   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107781108564507477?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107781108564507477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107781108564507477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107781108564507477' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107772227984014102</id><published>2004-02-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T23:20:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're pilgrims on the journey&lt;br /&gt;of the narrow road&lt;br /&gt;and those who've gone before us&lt;br /&gt;line the way&lt;br /&gt;cheering on the faithful&lt;br /&gt;encouraging the weary&lt;br /&gt;their lives a stirring testament &lt;br /&gt;to God's sustaining grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by so great a cloud&lt;br /&gt;of witnesses&lt;br /&gt;let us run the race &lt;br /&gt;not only for the prize&lt;br /&gt;but as those who've gone before us&lt;br /&gt;let us leave to those behind us&lt;br /&gt;the heritage of faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;passed on through Godly lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh may all who come behind us&lt;br /&gt;find us faithful&lt;br /&gt;may the fire of our devotion&lt;br /&gt;light their way&lt;br /&gt;may the footprints that we leave&lt;br /&gt;lead them to believe&lt;br /&gt;and the lives we live inspire them&lt;br /&gt;to obey&lt;br /&gt;oh may all who come behind us&lt;br /&gt;find us faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all our hopes and dreams have&lt;br /&gt;come and gone&lt;br /&gt;and our children sift through&lt;br /&gt;all we've left behind&lt;br /&gt;may the clues that they discover&lt;br /&gt;and the memories they uncover&lt;br /&gt;become the light that leads them to&lt;br /&gt;the road we each must find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh may all who come behind us&lt;br /&gt;find us faithful&lt;br /&gt;may the fire of our devotion&lt;br /&gt;light their way&lt;br /&gt;may the footprints that we leave&lt;br /&gt;lead them to believe&lt;br /&gt;and the lives we live inspire them&lt;br /&gt;to obey&lt;br /&gt;oh may all who come behind us&lt;br /&gt;find us faithful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107772227984014102?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107772227984014102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107772227984014102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107772227984014102' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107754393230314705</id><published>2004-02-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T21:47:32.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you'd think the picture gets clearer &lt;br /&gt;by standing closer to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;trembling, you realise you're getting further &lt;br /&gt;and the distance grows.&lt;br /&gt;my reflections in the mirror are splashed with clear water. &lt;br /&gt;but in the end&lt;br /&gt;everything is still distorted. i can't see you. &lt;br /&gt;my vision is vague as i dream of only my pluto who's &lt;br /&gt;five light-hours away from me. us. &lt;br /&gt;now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me. &lt;br /&gt;i tried. i really did. &lt;br /&gt;forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;i cant fulfil it.&lt;br /&gt;its over. its over.&lt;br /&gt;for you dont seem to care&lt;br /&gt;anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107754393230314705?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107754393230314705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107754393230314705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107754393230314705' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107720117484627973</id><published>2004-02-19T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:34:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent really the mood to blog. but still. i guess i'll try to for the sake of my dearest sec 2 sqd. sec 2s ah sec 2s, dun throw rachel and my face can! go to ubin and do PL proud! dunch forget what we've taught your. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. xue-er, vivian. pls do practice your "indian dance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. sulynn, jamie. if your arms still hurt, dont act hero and pitch tent. and come back as handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. theresa. dun laugh too loud. quite malu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. valerie. vanessa. if your are unsure of anything. go check with your sqdmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. wei lan. ive not checked out the twine yet. sorry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. do be enthu all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. dont try to look as if you are going for a 3 mths europe trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. tooth-paste no need to bring. borrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. trackpants bring one enough. dont change also nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. dont bring bath-gel, shampoo whatsoever. borrow if needed. if not, just rinse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dont anyhow ask guys for number. youve got to see. -handsome then ask. if not. wait for them to ask. Laughs! 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/5626095-107720117484627973?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107720117484627973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107720117484627973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107720117484627973' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107693954595438522</id><published>2004-02-16T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:02:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my head hurts. my whole body aches. feeling really terrible. but i'm glad. its time to grow taller again! yeah. i'm having a temperature of 38.2 degrees now. whoa. i guess it must be the chocolates that caused this. chocolate marathon during the weekends. feel really weak now. cant even stand properly. i think just one slight push, i'm gonna collapse. ha. so its time to have some 'grow'. so even one finger cant get you on the ground. *muahahah* okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoorey! no school for me tomorrow. yes yes yes yes yes. hail mc! its good to be sick once in a while. it feels good man. to wake up at the time your classmates finishes lesson. and guess what. its tuesday tomorrow! and since i'm not attending school. that means theres no chinese compo class for me!! yeah!! yeah!! yeah!! oh. poor fellows. you guys have to strive on for your afternoon lesson k! yes. your can do it. dont sleep ah! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh. the temp is 38.3 degrees now. yeah. you must be thinking i'm such a sadist. but well. thats me! dont like it? okie. tts so fine with me. just click on that red 'x' thing on the top right hand corner of your screen. den farewell! =D &lt;br /&gt;oh yea. pray hard that fire drill wouldnt be tomorrow. i wanna attend the drill!! and be one of those missing people or casulty. hahaha! thats so cool yea? with handsome young civil defence fire-fighters carrying you out of the scene. wah.. *drools* hey! beishan! stop dreaming! -smacks back to reality- i think i need a rest. its getting alittle loose up there. *hint hint. ms gan* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107693954595438522?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107693954595438522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107693954595438522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107693954595438522' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107685344092132743</id><published>2004-02-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T22:02:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right. v'day is here again. happy birthday yuen mun! =) alright. spent a wonderful lovey lovey day yst with the greatest company.  yes i enjoyed the day very much. really laughed my ass off. and i cant deny the fact that it was a good time to "spy" on your friends with their partners. its interesting how you see them swinging their arms with their boyfriends a few metres away. and when they finally come infront of you, they just look like strangers. *ahem* haha. and esplanade was really flooded with couples man. all putting up R(A) show for people. -clap clap- thank you very much. i do appreciate it. *salute* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx everyone who gave pressies to me though i'm not you people's valentine. Laughs. anyway, yeah. thanx alot la. though some of your gave me expired chocolates. *hint hint* but i still love them. yes. hmph. just wondering if hershey's, ferrero rocher and yupi gummies are on sale. the whole world's giving those as presents. i dont wanna go taf club!!! -screams-  talking about ferrero rocher. i received a bouquet of it . yes. a bouquet. just like the one on advertisement where the bride refuses to throw it out of the car window. jealous??? muahahaha. well. but the bouquet is 7 stalks la. so. em. not as great as the one on advertisement.  but still. thanx dudes! =D  i guess i'll marry the first guy who gives me a bouquet of hershey's cookies and cream kisses. imagine that. really "a pile of shit". haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about valentines day. ever wondered the story behind this special day has many versions? liek this fellow called valentine. he got put into jail cos he believe he should get a wife for himself. then he was put to death. thus the day is called valentine's day. dots. what a stupid story.  well. hmph. the power of love yea? wow. well. guess i'll never understand la. too chim for me. &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/5626095-107685344092132743?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107685344092132743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107685344092132743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107685344092132743' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107651115973989094</id><published>2004-02-11T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T00:01:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after going through a session with them this afternoon. ive finally seen how hard they have to work. i suddenly realised its something we wont understand until we really seen it or try it. it really takes effort and time. though they have put in their very best. it'll never be good in her eyes. ive seen how hard they've tried to get things done. i can see the anxiety in their eyes as the clock is ticking away. but its not all. its never all. no matter how hard they try. without that little speck of faith in them. they'll never succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons are getting boring nows-aday. (quoted from mrs suzanne tan) especially chinese lesson. damn. its super boring. even bingo could not take the boredom away. maybe i should think of other games to play. yea. and the journalism writing workshop sux!! Amy. or whatever your name is. argh** you are getting on my nevers! can you stop wasting our time and make that 2 hours worthy? the school get you here to teach us how to write essays, and not listen to you nagging at us and making comparisons with your previous schools. yes. whats up with your attitude man? when we greeted you good afternoon, you said there isnt anything good abt it. so we kept quiet. and you're pissed. whoa. thanx ah. hurrr. weirdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Here's a really groan-inducing riddle, those who know the answer dont spoil it by revealing the answer...&lt;br /&gt;Q: On any Sunday, where can you find the most Filipinos? (clue: Think stupid.. real stupid)&lt;br /&gt;Those who wanna give it a shot either tell me in school, sms me your answer or just do something la! yes. i'll tell you the answer then. ha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&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/5626095-107651115973989094?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107651115973989094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107651115973989094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107651115973989094' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107633472009950497</id><published>2004-02-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T22:10:16.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant get out of bed today or get you off my mind &lt;br /&gt;I just cant seem to find a way to leave the love behind &lt;br /&gt;I aint trippin, Im just missin &lt;br /&gt;You know what Im saying, you know what I mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me hangin on a string why you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give you everything but you just gave lies &lt;br /&gt;I aint trippin, Im just missin &lt;br /&gt;You know what Im saying, you know what I mean yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then when Im all alone &lt;br /&gt;Ill be wishing you would call me on the telephone &lt;br /&gt;Say you want me back but you never do&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a fool theres nothin I can do&lt;br /&gt;Im such a fool for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant take it what am I waiting for &lt;br /&gt;My heart still breakin I miss you even more&lt;br /&gt;And I cant fake it the way I could before&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, but I love you &lt;br /&gt;But I cant stop thinkin of you&lt;br /&gt;Its true Im stuck on you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loves a broken record thats skippin in my head&lt;br /&gt;I keep singin yesterday why we gotta play these games we play&lt;br /&gt;I aint trippin, Im just missin &lt;br /&gt;You know what Im saying, you know what I mean yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant take it what am I waiting for&lt;br /&gt;My hearts still breakin I miss you even more&lt;br /&gt;And I cant fake it the way I could before &lt;br /&gt;I hate you, but I love you &lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinkin of you &lt;br /&gt;I hate you, but I love you &lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinkin of you&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Im stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Stacie Orrico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107633472009950497?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107633472009950497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107633472009950497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107633472009950497' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107623563475089232</id><published>2004-02-08T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T22:01:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>strange how when you look back at your memories. they're the very ones that make you feel comfort and joy even to the extent of happy. so i must be happy. why else would my face be covered with tears? people come and go. people move on. that's life. and why try to go against the call of nature. whoever thought of walking backwards? even crabs only move sideways. &lt;br /&gt;but i think i got lost somewhere. quicksand pulling me in. i'm stuck in that spot. its taking me down. slowly but surely. why else would i be not able to move. at all? this life of mine seems to have come to a standstill. pass me by. i really am stuck. i havent the courage to move on. in any possible way u can think of. i dwell with the past. i dream of the past. i live in the past. i am afraid of the future. even the present. of what it might bring. i dont wanna get hurt. i dont wanna expose myself. cos in the end. i know i would only bring harm to myself. i would blame myself and afflict more sufferings upon myself. as it is. it is already happening. why do your problems always seem so big? well. probably cos. they're mine too. you know. it hurts. it hurts when you wanna do something but its too late. and i'm always making this mistake. now i know. for some things, there are no turning back. like it or not. i know ive got to face the reality. and i got smacked by them right on the face. time and agin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the distance was just but 2 meters&lt;br /&gt;looking good i just had to take those glimpses&lt;br /&gt;seemed like years we last met&lt;br /&gt;even more as i recall the last chat&lt;br /&gt;we saw each other i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;but i turned away, my insides had to curl&lt;br /&gt;but why please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;you had to appear again to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;am i some sport you laugh about&lt;br /&gt;braggin' i was once your sweet candy malt&lt;br /&gt;go away walk away turn away with her&lt;br /&gt;my love like autumn leaves have started to wither&lt;br /&gt;move on move on i urge myself&lt;br /&gt;but your shadow just lingers whenever the clock struck twelve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107623563475089232?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107623563475089232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107623563475089232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107623563475089232' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107598973465071482</id><published>2004-02-05T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:08:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess everyone's brains are clogged up with loads of rotting gray matter. i think mine is. retardation if thats how u wanna put it. wads up with me man? i seriously wanna know. what ever happened to beishan?? did she just disintegrate into those tinkling white fairy dust? questions questions. but no answers. feel like a total failure. yes failure is e word. what more can i say? shld i stay on this conveyor belt? and get served like how i should be presented? but how can i maintain my own flavour? does it even matter? i have no idea. u know i envy u? though its a difficult decision. at least u have the courage and guts to face it. but for me. i never had any. i need them. i cant find any. these set of disgusting results are unequivocal evidence to convince i've become an idiot. i've lost myself. when? i dunno. somebody tell me? &lt;br /&gt;depression is not just something that eats a person alive and is visible for the world to witness. in this case, depression is smtg eating inside but feedin it outwardly to fill that void. a facade. a masquerade that people like me have to put up with. do you understand? you think you know me? no. you dont. u gave alms to this body. this physical state of me. but no. it is e soul that is affected. and it is the very soul u cannot reach. u cant. never. Lord..save me. if u can hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too good to leave.&lt;br /&gt;too bad to stay.&lt;br /&gt;if life could be any simpler&lt;br /&gt;i'll just smile for you all day.&lt;br /&gt;when the sun cries&lt;br /&gt;and the moon starts to rust&lt;br /&gt;i'd sit in this corner &lt;br /&gt;and offer you stars.&lt;br /&gt;here i cry out to you,&lt;br /&gt;i can't hear you calling back to me.&lt;br /&gt;upon me you closed your doors&lt;br /&gt;forever here with dust, lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107598973465071482?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107598973465071482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107598973465071482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107598973465071482' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107590139381372324</id><published>2004-02-04T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T21:31:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*coughs coughs* hmph. i think theres some pirated-bird-flu virus going around my class. everyones taking mc one by one. i was still laughing at sharon the other day, and now i'm on mc. great. sigh. so the moral of the story: never laugh at ppl when they are sick. they may just throw a used tissue paper on your desk and you are gonna be dead. :) my world's spinning when i woke up this morning. whoa. new version of merry-go-round. cool uh. and my nose cant stop "running". but i guess i'm not the only one with my nose running around. i think its kinda fun when your teacher says "lets pray".. and you will have some kind of "music background" throughout the prayer with everyone's "sniff sniff" and stuffs. ha. its like a momentum thing. when one starts, everyone will follow. its quite cool u know. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. so. michelle and i suspect we'll having that two-legged disease. damn. have all the symptoms except fever. so dead. *shakes head* so ppl. please do keep a distance away from me. you wont wanna turn into a parrot. you wont wanna turn into a parrot. hey! hey! stop mimicking what i'm saying! stop mimicking what i'm saying! ............ well. look. i told u to leave me alone, yea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns. headache's on and off. terrible. HELP! argh* got the urge to knock my head on the wall. i think i will if there arent any tests tomorrow. so. i shant take the risk den. yeah. oh! i passed my bio test!!!! at last!!! whoa~ *cleans prespiration* so darn happy. i think its the first bio test that i managed to pass. its still borderline pass la. so.. BUT I STILL PASSED!!! woohoo!! yeah yeah. okie. oh. i realised something. i cant get overly excited. my head will hurt. yeah. so i shall keep my cool man. shall learn to be jay chou-fied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. PC ah. congrats ah! haha. you know you know.. *nudge* happy la! good for you gal. best wishes! *winks* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107590139381372324?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107590139381372324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107590139381372324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107590139381372324' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107564749763536635</id><published>2004-02-01T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T23:05:08.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a long time i've felt freedom. stress-free. the beach is really a pleasant place to stay and relax. but one thing: you'll turn into a lobster. =) spent my day with great company. fellow K. mates. although its onli like 2/8 of K. but still, you guys made my day! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when he's been on your mind &lt;br /&gt;That distant look is in your eye &lt;br /&gt;I thought with time you'd realize &lt;br /&gt;It's over over &lt;br /&gt;It's not the way I choose to live &lt;br /&gt;And something somewhere's got to give &lt;br /&gt;As sharing this relationship gets older older &lt;br /&gt;You know I'd fight for you &lt;br /&gt;But how I can fight someone who isn't even there &lt;br /&gt;I've had the rest of you now I want the best of you &lt;br /&gt;I dont care if that's not fair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want it all &lt;br /&gt;Or nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;There's no where left to fall &lt;br /&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never &lt;br /&gt;Is it all &lt;br /&gt;Or are we just friends &lt;br /&gt;Is this how it ends &lt;br /&gt;With a simple telephone call &lt;br /&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times it seems to me &lt;br /&gt;I'm sharing you with memories &lt;br /&gt;I feel it in my heart &lt;br /&gt;But I dont show it show it &lt;br /&gt;And then there's times you look at me &lt;br /&gt;As though I'm all that you can see &lt;br /&gt;Those times I don't believe it's right &lt;br /&gt;I know it know it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't me make me promises &lt;br /&gt;Baby you never did know how to keep them well &lt;br /&gt;I've had the rest of you &lt;br /&gt;Now I want the best of you &lt;br /&gt;It's time for show and tell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want it all &lt;br /&gt;Or nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;There's no where left to fall &lt;br /&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never &lt;br /&gt;Is it all &lt;br /&gt;Or are we just friends &lt;br /&gt;Is this how it ends &lt;br /&gt;With a simple telephone call &lt;br /&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I &lt;br /&gt;Could lose it all if you've got no more room &lt;br /&gt;No room inside for me in your life &lt;br /&gt;Cause I want it all &lt;br /&gt;Or nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;There's no where left to fall &lt;br /&gt;It's now or never &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want it all &lt;br /&gt;Or nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;There's no where left to fall &lt;br /&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never &lt;br /&gt;Is it all &lt;br /&gt;Or are we just friends &lt;br /&gt;Is this how it ends &lt;br /&gt;With a simple telephone call &lt;br /&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107564749763536635?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107564749763536635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107564749763536635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107564749763536635' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107539046333345175</id><published>2004-01-29T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T23:35:58.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Restless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed. I'm tired. Its been a tedious week for my fellow classmates and myself. Tests after tests after tests. Becoming a little breathless. *pants pants* But, I'm glad we've made it through. Yeah! Moving on to another LONGGGG weekend. Well, perhaps not that long, but at least its an additional day right! (dont complain can! *tsk tsk*)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. Its so sad. Brudderhood has officially stopped functioning from today onwards. Just received an e-mail from kuan sian. He's off to Tekong tomorrow. My last brudderhood khaki. Farewell! sobs. ok. BUT the good thing is tat, I'm gonna have 5 bodyguards in 2 1/2 years time! yeah! haha. and the sad thing.. I'e got to form new cliques in church now. hais. i miss you guys!!!! Be back fast okie! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. i think i've ought to visit hair treatment centre very soon. everyday mug and mug till midnight. stressing can. die. pimple plantation. sigh sigh sigh. and i really need a hair cut!! MY HAIR SUX!! argh! i cant stand having long hair. (not that my hair's super long. but long enough to be told to tie them up) its irritating me. got to wake up early in the morning wash, dry it, find rubber band and pins and do my hair. argh. waste time only. yes. looking for a day to go to the saloon. but just cant seem to find a day man. bloody busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. sports day is coming. my tasks: &lt;br /&gt;1. get the dodsworth board done.&lt;br /&gt;2. grab more ppl to join the different events.&lt;br /&gt;3. pick people for cheerleading competition.&lt;br /&gt;4. practise cheerleading steps.&lt;br /&gt;5. get the notices up.&lt;br /&gt;6. "Ra-hh" up the house with my entertainments. (where to find such a captain lor! so nice. =D)&lt;br /&gt;7. run the best for dodsworth!! yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. craps. guess i'm just too bored. alright. shall go catch some eye-shut. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107539046333345175?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107539046333345175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107539046333345175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107539046333345175' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107502097811578688</id><published>2004-01-25T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T17:05:06.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4C1ians ALERT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.f2.yahoofs.com/users/3f4f52fe_11507/bc/Misc/__sr_/9774.jpg?ph7W4EABfXz.9Ldr" width="300" height="500"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys, sorry for uploading this up so late. anyway, this is the new timetable. in case this thing above cant be viewed, your can get it &lt;a href="http://f2.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/lamez64/detail?.dir=/Misc&amp;.dnm=9774.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too.(its clearer) yah. any enquires, just give me a ring k! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107502097811578688?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107502097811578688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107502097811578688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107502097811578688' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107478327339024121</id><published>2004-01-22T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T22:59:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dong Dong Dong Dong CHIIAANNG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy lunar new year!! Though lunar new year isnt as special to me like Christmas or the New Year (as in 1st jan.. but of course you knew that you smart person you, why am i telling you this?) its still a pretty cheery season ya? Unfortunately, the thrill of receiving ang paos has long been lost, the novelty and excitement have long gone. Wait lemme tell you an embarrassing childhood secret about ang paos. &lt;br /&gt;(now that its on my blog, i suppose its no longer a secret) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah there was a year when i was pretty young, must have been about 8 yrs old or so, and i really loved receiving ang paos, so much so that i took a whole shoebox, stapled ang paos all over it and added a slit at the top. Ta-daah! My very own ang pao box! Whenever we visited a relative or friend, i'd eagerly approach all the adults with my bright red box and urge them to deposit their red packets into the slit, hoping that the ridiculous sight of a small gal carrying a huge red box would entice them to "donate" more. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go. So cute right? Nowadays i dont even open my red packets until my mum urges me to get them into a bank before the silverfish consume them. . until then. i start to have alittle urge to open them up. heex. but i'll never get much la. ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm starting to get involved in some boring adult talks though. Remember a long time ago (well it felt like a long time) like last year when we all were wondering how we'd ever communicate with boring distant relatives who probably dont understand half of what you're talking about? (but its okay since we dont understand most of what THEY'RE talking about either) Maybe its cause im going to graduate from sec school this year, where they think i supposedly become a proper young lady. Oh yeah. So perhaps this has helped me gain enlightenment on how to communicate with the evasive and seemingly impenetrable Adult Species. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how a typical visit-you-during-new-year conversation may look like. I've come up with a possible scenario and some possible responses which you could utilise. Read carefully and observe the tactics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relative: Waaahh! So long havent seen you already!! Wah grow big/tall already ah?(actually they meant fat) Last time i saw you was when you were soooo small! Like chi cha (lizard) like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: Yah.. time certainly flies! (a terribly cliched phrase, but it seems to please the adults alot. A chorus of "Oh yeeesss.. of course.." would follow. Of course, you secretly remember that you've seen that relative only last year, and you've only grown like 2 cm. But it doesnt matter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relative: So how are you now ah? Studying? Sec 1 now right? (of course, they will NEVER remember your age. and the sec one part will piss me off alittle. yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: No, actually im sec 4 this year. (this will keep them occupied for a bit. Their responses will vary, depending on which type of relative you're talking to:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If relative is a Kancheong Aunty: Aiyoo! Sec 4?? So fast ah? Very tedious know? Must study hard ok? Important thing is dun stress too much.. etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;You: Ahhh.. Ahhh (i've found that this response is very effective. It can mean "i agree", "i understand" or "tsk tsk, how terrible") Dont worry aunty, I'll take care of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If relative is a Forgetful Aunty/Uncle: Oh issit? Aiyo, now very tough ah? What school you studying in now? (they are sure to come up with a totally irrelevant phrase. It doesnt matter. Summarise what you're really doing again in as few words as possible, then make your excuses and head for the pineapple tarts. This will not seem rude, since they'd forget what you said soon after, and go on about how tough your school is now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If relative is an Old Jolly Uncle/Talk Alot Uncle: Oh Sec 4.. gonna turn 17 too yea? yes? Got study or not? are you feeling really stressed up? I remember in my time, the O level exam to us was nothing!.. (this is the easiest of the lot. Let him tell you all about his old school days, and punctuate the conversation with occasional "Ahhh.. ahhh.."s This will suffice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! A suitable conversation to keep the auntys and uncles happy enough to keep talking while you munch through the new year goodies to relieve your boredom. Simply repeat the process with all those present. And best of all, it'll make them think that you're "such a good boy/girl" that they just might include a few extra bucks in their ang paos. Good yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107478327339024121?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107478327339024121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107478327339024121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107478327339024121' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107460639762873868</id><published>2004-01-20T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T00:29:17.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo. i feel so accomplished today. heex. finally managed to pack my room. haha. i gave in at last. to my mum. she nagged and nagged and nagged at my brother and i ever since we stepped into the house. (2nd session)  The first session was 6.15am this morning, when i'm still busy ironing my blouse and my bro's busy eating his breakfast. "your ah. better go pack your rooms. Look at your rooms!! they're so messy!! new year already can?? please go do sumthing by tonight. i wanna see them done before your dad comes home." -after 1 min- "do your know that if you dont pack your rooms for one year, your wun pack for the next coming years?" -nods nods- "its new year soon! please go pack your rooms when your are back today". -nods nods- *bleah* okie. so coincidentally, i met my brother on my way home. and once we stepped into the house... " come back liao ah! go pack your rooms ah!! go get a bath and pack. go!" damn. okokok. m o t h e r. typical mum. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously speaking, my room's really in a mess from leafy last year's revision notes dumped hastily on my desk in a desperate search attempt for this year's work. yes. last year. thats how bad it is. Spent a good proportion of the evening sorting them out. got really tired, so i decided to just stuff everything in a paper bag and leave it in a corner. heck. ha. yeah. i know its like uhhhhh.. but, i'm just not the organised kind of person and i cant work in an extreme neat environment. i need some "rubbish" ard me. that makes me feel "at home". haha. okie. crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. at last. the long waited cny break is here. woohoo!! finally. finally i can take a 4 1/2 days break.  although ive still got to mug, BUT.. much lesser. sure. hahaha. alright alright. and ang bao. haha. neh neh neh. so happy. and of cos, FOOD. yes. the thought of having so much food around me makes glad. =D  but the sad thing is that, i think i'm falling sick. NOOO!! not at this point of time. i wanna go out and get ang baos. i wanna go for the yearly-four-renuion dinners. i have to go visiting so i can fill up my donation card. yes. i cant fall ill now. but my nose just runs like a tap. and i keep sneezing as if someone has filled my nose with pepper. eeek. the feeling is horrible.  *fingers crossed* i wont fall ill yea? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107460639762873868?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107460639762873868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107460639762873868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107460639762873868' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107409192036750199</id><published>2004-01-14T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T22:53:42.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me this is not true. it cant be true. and will not be true. this is indeed scary. its scaring me. oh my gosh. ive always thought i'm quite a lucky person, and will never have these experiences in my life. but. i was wrong. it did happen to me. yes. oh well, i guess i should believe in Him. believe that He will lead me thru the wilderness, and stay by me thru my everyday life. so this incident has proven i need to put in more faith in Him and trust in Him. yes. alright. i shant ponder over this anymore. He will set things right for me. yes yes yes. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. so. i should be sitting at my desk, with my fav tweety-bird cup filled with 100% apple juice, holding onto a pilot G-Tec-C4 black pen, flipping through my chemistry textbook, jotting down notes on A-zone foolscap paper, mugging. yes. instead, look where i am now. i'm still sitting on my desk. yes. with my fav tweety-bird cup filled with 100% apple juice. holding onto DELL mouse. running my fingers on DELL keyboard. blogging. sigh sigh. i can never make it if i continue this way. but. wait. i did mug when i reached home today. ha. yes. i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. guess i'm giving up on life saving. too busy. doubt i can cope well. i shall not risk. studies. yes. studies first. nevertheless, i really wish to go. but, i guess its too hectic. too time consuming. twice a week. got to rush down to tracom staright after lessons, and reach home about 7 plus? well, i dont think its wise to go. especially this year. for me. yea. so perhaps, this is just not the right time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its time to do something about my room. its turning into a pig's sty very soon. and chinese new year is coming. (at last) okie. so my parents are actually nagging at me to pack my room. but i just dont seem to have the time. okie. i know its just an excuse. but this is my blog. can u please do allow me to complain alittle here? yes. scram if u dont! -heex- so, perhaps i should really start looking for boxes to contain my stuffs. at least make my room look neat during cny. only for cny. yes. haha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107409192036750199?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107409192036750199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107409192036750199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107409192036750199' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107382708132911855</id><published>2004-01-11T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T21:19:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lord of the Bengs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from the 25th Dec issue of 8 Days magazine.. (so dont sue me over some copywrite rubbish. and call me slow wadeva. i just managed to find this lying around in my bro's room today)&lt;br /&gt;Its hilarious! An "easy-to-understand guide to JRR Tolkien's trilogy, written specially in the conversational style of Ah Bengs":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;this short-short person with si-beh hairy legs called Bilbo. He, hor, got this ring that last time belong to some monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one day suay-suay the monster want it back, and send his kah kiah to Bilbo's house to settle lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ring, hor, can make people very powderful. But then if you wear too long will kena. Si Beh hiong one, so better faster go and destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bilbo's nephew Frodo and some friends kena arrow to go and destroy the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But donno why also, they must do it in the monster's home, which is at the end of New Zealand there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they walk and walk and walk across New Zealand. And then along the way, got monster chase them, got people want to hoot them, some of them die-ded, all sorts of thing, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, Frodo and Sam, his pooi-pooi friend, got separated from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;Frodo and Sam meet up with this thing called Gollum, who look like he take too much Slim 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, the other friends get into some powderful hooting session, where even the trees can do gongfu. They all fight over what, i also donno, but quite kan cheong lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Return of the King&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Frodo and his gang all win lah. Arbuthen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched LOTR: Return of the King (at last) i think its really a 5-Star movie. What a classic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to ponder about after watching Lord of the Rings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When King Theoden gives his pep talk to the Riders of Rohan, (ie "Today, we fight!!") how the heck do the people at the back hear him? There ARE 6000 smelly men and horses after all. hmph. i think there's an unseen Middle Earth AVA Club somewhere which will raise the volume of the mic he's using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When riding out of Rohan, notice that the riders ride on an extremely winding path out of the gate. So stupid, why cant they just have a nice straight path?&lt;br /&gt;Chien Ling's Theory: so that the audience can notice how many thousand men and horses there are la! (But we already know there's 6000! But of course, she's always right. So we'll just accept it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Legolas has less than 10 lines throughout the whole movie, one of which is the absolutely unneccessary "a diversion!", which induced thoughts of "yes, we KNOW!" in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Keng's Theory: Ah who needs him to talk when he's so handsome? He's just there to attract the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Legolas is really damn handsome, especially when he stands at the doorway and poses around when Frodo wakes. Stupid Orlando Bloom. Handsome people like that should be banished.&lt;br /&gt;My Question: "Eh I wonder what conditioner he uses..." -grin-&lt;br /&gt;Comment: "His clothes not bad leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why does Frodo have to leave Middle Earth in the end?&lt;br /&gt;My Theory: He wants to try and escape from Sam. cos he scared sam force him to eat the food thrown down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. So, if Frodo's leaving Middle Earth, where is he going then?&lt;br /&gt;My Theory: You see, Middle Earth is only in the middle. So i suppose he may be going to either Left Earth, Right Earth, Up Earth or Down Earth, as long as its not in the middle. -grin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noteworthy Screenshots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Legolas' single-handed attempt at downing an Elephunt full of mean looking baddies. his thirty-three. thirty-four. and the "that is counted as one". haha. damn funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The Lord of the Nazgul is super "woah"-looking. Think he's damn cool. sud sud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,&lt;br /&gt;Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,&lt;br /&gt;One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne&lt;br /&gt;In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.&lt;br /&gt;One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,&lt;br /&gt;One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them&lt;br /&gt;In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail LOTR! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107382708132911855?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107382708132911855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107382708132911855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107382708132911855' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107374635644412972</id><published>2004-01-10T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T22:53:48.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;relieved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. at last. its over. all over. phew. i managed to get thru this without really screwing things up. (although i still think i screwed the powerpoint up. i kept trembling) ok. at least. the officers are happy with the whole thing. no complains whatsoever, just compliments. thats a good sign. =) glad. yes. and tired too. its been a long day for everyone. and i wanna thank each and every individual of PL NPCC who have put in so much effort in making this a successful fair. especially the campcraft team. its difficult to stay in the sun for like so long?! although i saw S.H.Y jia-zua-ing in the tent. and when they saw me they started hiding. horrible ah. nvm. i shall forgive them. x) haha. not forgetting my dearest sqdmates who tried to calm me down and set everything right. yes. and of cos, my ever so perfectionist sqdmate-come-classmate-come-partner-come-mugging mate-etc. --&gt; michelle. yeah! thanx alot fren. its her who made me live. without her.  i guess i would have died. yes. haha. so.. well, cca fair is finally over. now. i can concentrate on other stuffs. yes. liek mug! haha. i must realli start mugging now. yes. and i can go for my life saving course and first-aid course. at last! haha. yes yes. so exciting. Laughs. Lalala. okie. tired. sleep. yes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107374635644412972?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107374635644412972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107374635644412972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107374635644412972' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107330991980042052</id><published>2004-01-05T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T23:04:51.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling down. not feeling right. i think i'm really overloaded with stuffs. orientation. common tests. assignments. piano exam. everything. deadlines everywhere. its only the first week of school and i'm already feeling really compressed. crushed by all the responsibilities i'm burdened. its just too much. i want a break. i need one. i guess todays really not my day. scolded by chinese teacher as not all my classmates' composition were handed in. its my job to remind them to hand in. thats what she said. ok. i'm sorry then. orientation powerpoint. changes here and there. its already the third or fourth time. cant they just change it all at once? got to prepare the speech by tomorrow. powerpont slides amended by tomorrow. assignments all up by tomorrow. orientation plan, schedule, duty roaster up by tomorrow. math test. a-math test. chinese test. english test. damn. enough. ive had enough. i wanna rest. and i'm really on the verge of crying. but wait a min. the fact wouldnt change even if i cry a thousand, million times. so why should i? but i'm really tired. i constantly tell myself whatever i've put in, will be recognised at the end of it. the fruit of labour. now, it doesnt seem this way to me. its drawing nearer and nearer. and i'm not ready for it. can anyone out there tell me what to do? lead me out of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;but i cant take&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107330991980042052?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107330991980042052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107330991980042052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107330991980042052' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107315030130668172</id><published>2004-01-03T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T01:20:02.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Skinned my blog alive. Since i'm being skinned (peeling), my blog shall skin with me too. haha. yes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107315030130668172?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107315030130668172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107315030130668172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107315030130668172' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107305366029563662</id><published>2004-01-02T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T22:50:55.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel lame. i realli do. ive finally realised that PL IS indeed a lame school. guess what. we changed our school name. *whoa??* to --&gt; Paya Lebar Methodist Girls' School(Secondary)  okie. for your information, the former one was Paya Lebar Methodist Girls' Secondary School. damn. i feel so malu-a-ted. damn poser ACS can?! man. first it was our school colour which is similar, next is the school name. whats next then? are our school songs gonna be of the same tune? ha. it better not be. okie. back to the topic of our new school name. i dont see a need of changing. its like so lame?! just taking this secondary out and "multiplying" the it with the rest. [if you get what i mean =))] ok. yes. so maybe twenty years down the road, i wouldnt be surprised if PL changes her name to like Lorong Ahh Soo Girls' School or sumthing. but i'm very sure of sumthing. if it changes its name to that now, i'm quitting school immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. enough of the debate on school name. ha. alright. first day of school. what can i say? em. i guess. it wasnt as bad as i thot it would be.  quite alright. nice block with nice classroom with a nice free-staionary-come-homework-supply-partner (if you're reading this. heex. i'm just kidding) with a nice sitting arrangement with two nice class moniters with a crappy-motherly form teacher with a new add-maths teacher (yay!) and its good to see old faces again! ha. i miss my Cold Joke Committee fellow mates man. laughs. its good to lame around again. i guess i can see the many changes in us. be it physically or what, we did change in one way or another. and of cos, its the positive side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. after ms gan's LECTURE in the hall this afternoon, i decided to try playing spider solitaire and see whats so addictive abt it. well, nuthing much. (maybe cos i cun win) i think i still prefer solitaire. easier. haha. okie. stupid ppl plays stupid games. dun laugh at me k! i can excel in it. yes. *winks* so i guess, its time to chiong my work. ive got till monday to submit them. yes. i can do it! but, afterall, i still have my last resolve. -------&gt; copy.  well, thats what friends are for rite!! HAHA. thats all folks! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107305366029563662?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107305366029563662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107305366029563662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107305366029563662' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107296948546457935</id><published>2004-01-01T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T23:05:52.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;T i r e d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Its the new year! 2004. great. yes how great. which means o level is just a few months away. screw. it freaks me out whenever i think of this. im still not done with my hols homework. heex. still slacking. i guss i'm not intending to do la. i shall hand in on monday then. Laughs. =)) well, it has been a hard week. and i'm still not fully recovered from the post-camp syndrome. all i want to do whole day is to sleep. sleep. sleep. sleep. i was realli shocked to find myself lying on that bed for 20 hours since break camp. so scary. 20 hours! goodness. Ha. and guess what, i'm still tired. yawns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so lets see. a new year. a new beginning of everything. went to many different people's blog. most of them have changed their blog skin. oh well, dearest blog of mine, i would realli wish to skin you alive.. but i'm sorry. i admit, i'm just plain lazy. perhaps another time la hor?! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. went out with my family today. and i seriously think my family has played an important role in moulding out someone like me. whos lame, crappified, never shutting my mouth, and i guess.. crazy. okie. so, you must be wondering why. well, you see. of some reasons or so, my family is realli excited abt these kind of festivals. christmas. national day. new year. even hari raya. yes. i'm serious. they go round wishing those races happy hari raya and stuffs and get realli high abt this. oh well, a very good example--last night. new year eve. i guess throughout the whole block, my family is the onli one who got realli high and celebrating liek as if it was a party whatsoever. ok. perhaps, it was one. during the countdown, they were so excited. i tell you. you would faint when u see how they were acting last night. looked as if they were on drugs man. sigh. my sis was eating and eating.. my bro was hitting my head every now and then, my dearest parents were trying to get us to sit together and share our new year resolutions, my bro-in-law was cracking lots of not funny jokes, and my little nephew. no comments. you know? like father-liek son. yes. so, i was the only ok-fied soul left la. haha. i wouldnt be afraid to say. my family is weird. all weirdos. in the middle of the night, you can wake up seeing a black figure infront of you. when u on the light, its your darling brother. "what you want?" "orh. i wanna get the air con control from you." *faints* well, cant blame him la. it was my fault. haha. mine was batt flat, so i took his and forgot to return. but nevertheless, i love them. yes. i really do. every single one of them. they are indeed unique and precious to me. yes. i'm including my tall-dark-handsome-180-holy-fied-brother in. ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so new year resolutions. hmm. &lt;br /&gt;1. chiong all my hols homework.&lt;br /&gt;2. study hard and get good results for preliums so i can at least stay in my SA for 3 months. =)&lt;br /&gt;3. grow at least 3cm by the end of this year. (height not width)&lt;br /&gt;4. take my piano theory tests before preliums.&lt;br /&gt;5. take kayaking 2 stars.&lt;br /&gt;6. go for first aid course.&lt;br /&gt;7. life saving.&lt;br /&gt;8. get my swimming badge. (officers always bluff us)&lt;br /&gt;9. pass my add-math tests.&lt;br /&gt;10. pack my room. and burn my books. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valvigirl.net/quizzes/ppgquiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://valvigirl.net/quizzes/buttercup.gif" border=0 alt="Which PPG are you?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107296948546457935?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107296948546457935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107296948546457935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107296948546457935' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107253190197499905</id><published>2003-12-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T21:32:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;s t a l k e r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh. something horrible happened when i came home just now. i got down the bus and was walking up this walkway towards my place. then, i heard some foot-steps behind me. kpo beishan turned and found no one in sight. so i continued walking. . . . yes. walking. then i heard foot steps again. but this time, they got louder and faster. panicked. thot is "THAT THING" so i started walking real fast den started running. kpo me again decided to turn around and see whose there. after turning, i see a guy in this dark blue shirt hiding behind a pillar, ke-ke reading newspaper. since i was holding on to my phone, i also ke-ke calling my dad, and said " pa, you coming now arh?".. then the guy started walking away. phew~ i ran all the way home man. sprinted to be exact. so freaking scared. told my parents about this. and my mum told me the other day on christmas eve, she actually saw someone behind following me till he saw her waiting for me, then he turned and walked away. and she didnt dare to tell me cos shes afraid it might freak me out. oh screw. so scary! well, i guess ive got to hire 2 body guards for myself. ha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107253190197499905?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107253190197499905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107253190197499905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107253190197499905' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107245092605686553</id><published>2003-12-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T23:03:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, that's it: Christmas came and went. Hardly made a dent, seemingly. Am I getting jaded? Was absolutely unexcited about the huge dinners, tons of wrapping paper, bratty cousins screaming in my ear, and why does everyone have to keep saying, "you grew fatter ah!?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it comes with the age. The magic and starry-eyed wonder of Christmas fades away as quickly as frosty the snowman melts. There was a time when i wrote letters to Santa, placing them on the window-sill (cause we have no fireplace) and i'd awake the next morning to find that special present tucked next to the pillow. Then i'd put on my best clothes, run to my aunt's house and scream the house down with fellow rowdy bratty cousins while my poor parents would be desperately trying to feed me. Midnight mass would follow after that, where i'd desperately fight to keep awake by figeting and rolling my head. Now THAT was the wonder of Christmas.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, there're no more letters to santa (heck i even stopped writing christmas cards -lazy-), i wear my old shirt to my aunt's house and take pictures of bratty cousins screaming the house down. I open presents without tearing the wrapping paper, say the customary "thank you" and remind myself to use them in the next two weeks. Staying awake at midnight mass is no trouble at all, after which a polite chat with old choir friends would follow, and since i dont know them well enough to party with them i'd head home and sleep in late. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Christmas DOES have its own magic, i suppose. Father Peter Zhang said something which kinda struck me. I dont remember the exact words (must admit i WAS a little stoned during mass) but it went something like "we can choose the festivities and decorations for temporary happiness, or we can choose to let Christ into our hearts and enjoy true Christmas happiness all year round." Which made alot of sense, really. Shouldnt CHRISTmas be all about its namesake: Christ? To be open to Him and let Him enter and change you completely, gives you happiness and cheer more than any present would bring. -sigh- Its wonderful really. Think i could've done more in this area this year, but at least i experienced a little of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, when that's done, everything else miraculously falls into place. I start not minding talking about trivial mundane stuff with relatives (yes, even about school and wadeva), i engage in baby-talk with my cousins, help my sis open presents, gobble down juicy ham and turkey and drink intoxicating punch, and start singing carols to myself. Heck, even the presents become interesting.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, what better way to round off Christmas day than a good ol fashioned majong session with grandparents and cousins?! well, i'm not relali good at it. kept losing. ha. oh yes. np orientation stuffs is also an activity to entertain myself on christmas! heex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i take whatever i said earlier back. Im NOT jaded, and i doubt i ever will be, so long as i keep Christ as the focus every christmas. And because its also about spending time with the people you love and care about, (like all you wonderful readers!) as long as i have them, the magic will always be there, somehow. -grin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107245092605686553?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107245092605686553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107245092605686553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107245092605686553' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107235658536574022</id><published>2003-12-25T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T21:00:04.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hohoho. its christmas! yea. anyway, would like to report more of what happened last night. okie. we were on a mission to go to serangoon stadium to perform an important task. -usher the ah ma, ah gong and take care of their grand children. *shakes head* sigh. we were there like till 10.45?? goodness. my christmas eve night sia!! horrible horrible. but well, i guess it was quite alright la. towards the end of the programme, we were giving out gifts. and i realli realli realli truely understand whats the meaning of typical singaporeans kiasu-ness. damn. especially those aunties were like asking for more more more more. and we were like bu ke yi! bu ke yi! and they kept bugging bugging. so irritating. realli felt like slapping them sia. the kids too. " jie jie, can give me one more?" "sorry ah, cannot." "jie jie, one onli!! please, please, please" "didi ah, relali cannot leh." "jie jie!!!! ONE MORE ONLY!!" " okie la. i give u, u dun tell other ppl k?" well.. kids. haha. so after taking the roles of baby-sitter, mariam, santa claus, we decided to go for a party! haha. well, which is... having a feast of cup noodles outside seven eleven ard 11pm? haha. cool yea?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.f2.yahoofs.com/users/3f4f52fe_11507/bc/christmas+eve/__sr_/T+H+E+R+E.jpg?phiEu6_AnIZ4ISk1" width="500" height="400"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite photo of the night! haha. damn lame. point also point different directions. so fake. laughs. for more pictures, view them &lt;a href="http://f2.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/lamez64/album?.dir=/christmas+eve"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107235658536574022?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107235658536574022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107235658536574022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107235658536574022' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107192536603976862</id><published>2003-12-20T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T21:05:20.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is bothering me the whole day. the war. yes. i talking about that war. that war thats gonna be starting in 2 days time. and its freaking me out. damn. i'm really afraid man. i dont have enough practices. i dont have enough time to buck up. my weapons are rusting, cracking, getting blunt, even before the war officially starts. sigh. worried. helpless. been pia-ing the whole day reading and memorising my stuffs. but they just cant seem to get into me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna retreat. i wanna hide. and i know this is not the way to do things. ive got to face the reality. face my nightmare. my promotion test. but its just hard to believe this is a war and no longer a friendly match. a war against your pals whom have gone thru thick and thin with you for 3 whole years. some even more. 7 people fighting for 4 places. great. and 2 of them are my seniors. how to fight this kind of war? sigh sigh sigh. can the officers be slightly more lenient and open up more spaces?? -hint hint- haha. yeah. fat hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still struggling with my sizing commands. chimelogy sia. so bloody long. must be drink too much grow oso. hmm. yea. must be la. lol. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107192536603976862?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107192536603976862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107192536603976862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107192536603976862' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107176172188989611</id><published>2003-12-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T21:20:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Dad look at me &lt;br /&gt;Think back and talk to me &lt;br /&gt;Did I grow up according &lt;br /&gt;To plan? &lt;br /&gt;Do you think Im wasting &lt;br /&gt;My time doing things I &lt;br /&gt;Wanna do? &lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when you &lt;br /&gt;Disapprove all along &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I try hard to make it &lt;br /&gt;I just want to make you proud &lt;br /&gt;Im never gonna be good &lt;br /&gt;Enough for you &lt;br /&gt;I cant pretend that &lt;br /&gt;Im alright &lt;br /&gt;And you cant change me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we lost it all &lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever &lt;br /&gt;Im sorry &lt;br /&gt;I cant be Perfect &lt;br /&gt;Now its just too late &lt;br /&gt;And we cant go back &lt;br /&gt;Im sorry &lt;br /&gt;I cant be Perfect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think &lt;br /&gt;About the pain I feel inside &lt;br /&gt;Did you know you used to be &lt;br /&gt;My hero? &lt;br /&gt;All the days &lt;br /&gt;You spent with me &lt;br /&gt;Now seem so far away &lt;br /&gt;And it feels like you dont &lt;br /&gt;Care anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I try hard to make it &lt;br /&gt;I just want to make you proud &lt;br /&gt;Im never gonna be good &lt;br /&gt;Enough for you &lt;br /&gt;I cant stand another fight &lt;br /&gt;And nothing alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we lost it all &lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever &lt;br /&gt;Im sorry &lt;br /&gt;I cant be Perfect &lt;br /&gt;Now its just too late &lt;br /&gt;And we cant go back &lt;br /&gt;Im sorry &lt;br /&gt;I cant be Perfect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothings gonna change &lt;br /&gt;The things that you said &lt;br /&gt;Nothings gonna make this &lt;br /&gt;Right again &lt;br /&gt;Please dont turn your back &lt;br /&gt;I cant believe its hard &lt;br /&gt;Just to talk to you &lt;br /&gt;But you dont understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we lost it all &lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever &lt;br /&gt;Im sorry &lt;br /&gt;I cant be Perfect &lt;br /&gt;Now its just too late &lt;br /&gt;And we cant go back &lt;br /&gt;Im sorry &lt;br /&gt;I cant be Perfect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we lost it all &lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever &lt;br /&gt;Im sorry &lt;br /&gt;I cant be Perfect &lt;br /&gt;Now its just too late &lt;br /&gt;And we cant go back &lt;br /&gt;Im sorry &lt;br /&gt;I cant be Perfect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5626095-107176172188989611?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107176172188989611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107176172188989611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107176172188989611' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107123156268984394</id><published>2003-12-12T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T21:01:43.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;h e a d a c h e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm leaving for malaysia like in 10 mins time?? well, I'm still thinking how many sets of clothes must I bring. HAHA. Yes. You must be thinking this beishan damn HIAO rite.. BUT, its not my fault!! I wanted to just wear one bring one kind of thing (learn from ATC)... then, my mum started screaming how dirty i am. well, going for like 2 days only?? NO NEED SO MAFAN LA!!! *bleah* Anyway, I just got to bring one set of "more presentable" clothes to see my grandma, and then one set for me to sleep, slack, eat, and others... 4-in-one. CAN LA... and guess what, it sets my mum screaming. Well, its not that i'm gonna roll in the mud or what rite!! urgh! I just dont understand what w-o-m-e-n are thinking. notice: i'm not contradicting against myself as its women. yes. argh**** I figured out what they can do best: 1. Nag at their children and husband to eat breakfast every morning. *sigh*  2. Shop for their auntie-fied clothings with aunti-fied friends in OG. *sigh sigh* 3. Always going to the saloon to cover up their white hair. *sigh sigh sigh* its such a waste of money!!! they will grow back eventually yes? yes? hiya.. just dont seem to understand. Pray hard I wouldnt end up like one when i grow older. . . . . . i hope. -grinz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Lastly, I would like to tell my dear blog readers: &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE DO &lt;/strong&gt;not &lt;strong&gt;MISS ME&lt;/strong&gt;!! HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I shall go tabao more food. can munch on my way to malaysia. HAHAHA. Yes!! What should i get?? hmmm.. rollar coaster? Mars? M &amp; Ns? Potato Chips? Super (orange) Ring? HAHA. Nvm. Food does it all! 0=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107123156268984394?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107123156268984394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107123156268984394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107123156268984394' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107115435015113926</id><published>2003-12-11T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:53:16.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually, i dont feel like blogging. b u t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            I"M SCARED!!! and I CANT SLEEP!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107115435015113926?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107115435015113926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107115435015113926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107115435015113926' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107089661491215847</id><published>2003-12-08T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T23:20:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. I really dont have the mood to blog. But (theres always a but right), due to SOMEONE's "write la" whinning (shouldnt be mean to mention who. Later &lt;strong&gt;xiao ting&lt;/strong&gt; angry -opps-), i decided to blog in. Well, what can i say. Spent my fruitful day with my 3 'lovely' cadets and my 2 wonderful sqdmates. What can i say? With their company, life is terrible man. err. i meant great, yes great. (i'm such a big liar) hmmm. haha. nah. i'm kidding. Laughs. Well, we went bowling today for preparation for the up-coming competition this fri. wah, freaking out man. So scary. *brrrr* Before that, we had a little exploration. Ha. Let me put it this way. We got onto the bus but not knowing it had changed its route. So, we decided to stay in the bus and see where it heads too. Haha. This is what you called " jia liao bo si zou". Okie. Then, we sort of spent some crazy moments at xuwei's place after the practice. We took loads and loads of pictures. wah, self obsessed man! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this ought to be the least of my worries right now but: I AM GETTING FAAAAT(ter)!! gone are the days of pointy chins and wobble-less arms. (stop laughing, readers. one of these days i'll pluck off your premature goatie strand by strand and cackle as you writhe in agony, i tell your.) ugh. i need a higher metabolic rate to deflect away all those guilt-laden desserts/snacks that somehow end up sneaking their way onto my derriere and the assortment of other bodily deformities which i suppose i ought not be mentioning so publicly. bored? eat eat eat. stressed? eat eat eat. sad? eat eat eat. happily gossipy? eat eat eat even more! (why does this sound too familiar?) ugh. As what Yibin Sir said, I look round!!! AHHHHHH.. Nightmare. I'm offended. Okie. As of today, I shall stop eating. NONO. I'll die without food. ok. Not stop eating, but eat less(er). Yes. *torture man* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. ugh. ugh. ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: hmph. Been reading a few blogs and many seems to be having troubles with their life. Thats so sad. Well, its their personal privacy, I do not have the right to know, do i? mmm, i guess I can only pray for them, yes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107089661491215847?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107089661491215847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107089661491215847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107089661491215847' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107078429779270014</id><published>2003-12-07T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T18:05:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Real bored. So I decided to come online and crap along. I always think making a promise is like taking a risk. You wouldn't know when you will die and that promise you made, would be an empty one. Well, talking about that, life is short. I would wanna accomplish some stuffs before I see Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Set up a Chocolate factory and come up with a chocolate named "Earth" to downgrade the "Mars". Well, we are Earthlings arent we? should learn to be patriotic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get rid of the "Practice makes perfect" logic in people's mind. Why practice when no one's perfect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Find out the answers to these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why is it when things get wet, they get darker, even though water is clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What does OK actually mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do people say "no offense" when they're about to offend someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If Luke took a bath, would the water be lukewarm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is a male ladybird called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Does the President have to pay taxes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why are SOFTballs hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Come up with "Hello kitty's" new-mate: Bye-kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is there such thing called a "U-rror" and I can see you, since in a "MIrror" i can see myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you may be thinking "what the hell is up in this fellow's mind?" All i can say is, thats all folks!! HAHA. 0x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107078429779270014?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107078429779270014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107078429779270014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107078429779270014' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107077173037775683</id><published>2003-12-06T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T12:36:12.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;p i s s i n g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Score from St. James' Park;&lt;br /&gt;Newcastle United 1&lt;br /&gt;Alan Shearer (63rd, pen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool 1&lt;br /&gt;Danny Murphy (6th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man... terrible terrible. NUFC were horrible in first half. second half, liverpool was lucky not to lose, but NUFC's attack was so weak! cant even shoot properly! arrghh... but second half was so intense. v entertaining second half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Newcastle's offence suck... o wait, i forgot the defence too. *tsk tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my dad gives that smirk on his face. Great hint: please do supply me some sponges and pails for car washing. damn damn damn. This really isnt my day. &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/5626095-107077173037775683?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107077173037775683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107077173037775683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107077173037775683' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107059058496285546</id><published>2003-12-05T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T10:21:17.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Scandalous Military News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this i hear about elite units and OCS? Apparantly, if you're in an elite military unit, eg commandos, naval diving unit, etc, you can only become an officer only if you sign on. I assumed it was only a rumour when my dad told me, but nolan's info today sorta confirmed it. Hmm. Well, the officer at hendon camp did mention it was extremely difficult to get into ocs, esp in commandos, but i figured if you were really good and fit and handsome and "chiong-sua" and in the top 10% you'd probably be able to make it.. ( I wonder why my brother got in.. sigh. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me superficial, call me over-ambitious, yes, call me arrogant. But i admit, yes, i really do want to get into ocs. (If they ever allow girls in..hmph) After watching their parade this year, my gosh.. you really cant describe the sense of awe and admiration for them as you watch them fling their peak caps in the air. They, in their smart spotless Number 1 uniform, well built and well defined, with a cameraderie no council can describe, and a pride and loyalty which can be developed only through months of vigorous training. (not to mention their lovely pay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its blind vain ambition. But someone said something recently that made alot of sense: That when you go into something, esp the SAF, you either work your ass off, go all the way to the top, or you simply slack two years away. No in-betweens. And NP has taught me option A is always better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- Irritating piece of news sia. Maybe i SHOULD try it out after my As. But even if i did, there's no guarantee i'd get in either. Crap. Why am i thinking about this during this point of time. mad mad mad. But, i really wanna go NS. Its like &lt;strong&gt;SO BLOODY COOL!!!! WHOOO!! &lt;/strong&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of scandalous news: apparantly a commando died during training because his officer drowned him by dunking his head in water! My dad said it was in the news. Scary! Seems, the commander is gonna get sacked. Dont tell me its that major jack lau i read about in The 1st Degree.. wah wasted sia if he gets sacked.&lt;br /&gt;Scary stuff huh, this military thing. worried man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres onli two options: One. I should just chiong for it 3 yrs later.&lt;br /&gt;                                       Two. I should just stick as a gu niang lady and mop the floor at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, forget it. I should just mug mug mug mug for O's now. Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107059058496285546?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107059058496285546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107059058496285546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107059058496285546' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107054529844322482</id><published>2003-12-04T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T21:42:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something? I'm really bored. For some kind of reasons, i feel that I'm totally out of place. After 3 days of Junior Nco Course at Zhonghua, which made me wake up at 5.15am every morning to get things done, and sleep at 1am every night also to get things done every single day. Truthfully, while doing those reports we were told to do those nights, i was practially swearing and scolding those people who gave us all these works. Its like my goodness, we spent the whole day in the course, so weary, so tired and when we are back home, we still got to finish up those assignments. Screw la! Yes. That was how i thought every single night, especially the 2nd night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the course has ended, frankly speaking, i missed it. I really do. I miss those nights which we have to chiong and finish up our tasks, I missed those pumpings we had together, I missed those times spent doing drills and getting scolded, I missed everyone (cookie monster), I missed our stupid copyright cheer, I missed the differnt kind of rice every lunch.. and the list goes on. Its just this kind of special feeling which i cant put into words. A feeling which cant be explained but can only be known if you experience it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we have only gone through a short 3 days course, but still, it strikes an impact deep down in me. The memory of this stays forever. Add on to that, the message which Weihao Sir gave to every individual of us gave me the faith that I can make it. I can make it to be someone i want to be, to be the kind of NCO i want to be, and also be someone the unit can depend on. Thank you very much. It really is a good encouragement to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Enough of those sedimental stuffs. Gross. okie. Its entertainment time!! I'll share with you guys my dream last night: (especially my fellow np mates who went for the junior nco course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that all the cadets were being brought to teh inner-most part of zhonghua sec sch and it was this isolated forest liek thing. All of us were made to do pumping there. Then, mdm zhenying came to our rescue. She turned into a horse and saved all the PL girls. (Yeh!!)While we were escaping, Sir weihao did the taoist thing, and teleported us back to the forest. (Bleah!) In the end, we all got punished and hit by sir darren's drill cane. (ouch!) damn. weird dream. But entertaining. haha. I hope I can continue my dream tonight. Heex. I would really love to dream about sir zhiyong's ah meng thing and sir junhuang's funeral. HAHA. so cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107054529844322482?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107054529844322482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107054529844322482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107054529844322482' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-107002854714279328</id><published>2003-11-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T22:09:40.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Forbidden Thoughts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling: it comes out subtly first, with that gnawing in your chest somewhere between your heart and your left collarbone. Just that little devil placing a forbidden thought at the back of your head, and you decide to play around with that idea, just for a little while... couldnt hurt to just imagine it, after all. Dum dee dum.. its quite a nice thought really, certainly very attractive, and the costs arent THAT bad really. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Course, it would cause you a whole lot of trouble, but you dont want to be wasting your life on the safe lane now do you? *ponder ponder ponder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course, as the weeks go by, you find every excuse to support that cause. Seems like everything that happens comes in favour of that particular thought, and soon it becomes not a taboo, but an extremely viable option.. Yummy yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd just love to know what im thinking about dont you? -grin-&lt;br /&gt;(its nothing sick, so stop letting your imagination run wild) Still, its too yummy to even hint it, so i shan't say anything. And do not try to infer from the above paragraph to find clues, for you shall find none.&lt;br /&gt;Its just fun playing with that tiny itty bitty idea. &lt;br /&gt;C'mon, you know what im talking about, you've felt it too haven't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: dear readers, im extremely irritated, for reasons you dont have to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-107002854714279328?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107002854714279328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/107002854714279328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107002854714279328' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106994738964243413</id><published>2003-11-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T22:11:12.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://us.f2.yahoofs.com/users/3f4f52fe_11507/bc/Misc/__hr_/poser+jay+chou+and+stef+sun.jpg?bcNvhx_AlOCzzK7U" width="500" height="350"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poser Jay chou and stefanie sun. freaks me out!! argh**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106994738964243413?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106994738964243413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106994738964243413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106994738964243413' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106994398005756117</id><published>2003-11-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T22:43:05.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On More Stylish, Eloquent Posts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really start sounding more mature, witty, and all things more literary inclined when i blog.&lt;br /&gt;I just read the last entry and it sucked, it really did, yes.&lt;br /&gt;So will beishan please come up to the podium and raise his right hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blogger's Oath&lt;br /&gt;I, loyal blogger of PLMGSS,&lt;br /&gt;shall solemnly vow not to sound simplistic, &lt;br /&gt;not to succumb to the temptation of plain sounding posts.&lt;br /&gt;I shall endeavour to use imagery, irony, alliteration and all things chim-sounding.&lt;br /&gt;I shall post in a tone that is strongly biased, yet subtle enough to put it across in an stinging witty sort of way (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;And I shall solemnly adhere to the Blogger's Code of Conduct: &lt;br /&gt;To not be overly self-indulgent,&lt;br /&gt;To give juicy anecdotes about life and cold jokes,&lt;br /&gt;To give snide yet complimentary remarks about friends,&lt;br /&gt;To use expletives when i am extremely angry,&lt;br /&gt;And to allow you, beloved reader, to have a more fulfilling reading experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like i have a long way to go before i get the "mature" part down pat, but hey, its a start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106994398005756117?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106994398005756117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106994398005756117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106994398005756117' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106983159487137523</id><published>2003-11-26T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T15:27:06.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i should update my blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah hur. yes yes. its been a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time ever since i've left something here. well, you see, ive been like soo busy ever since our so-called-holiday-but-it-isnt-holiday-holiday began. Right from teh first week, week aft week, ive been going back to school for cca, cca, cca, cca and MORE cca. well, i admit i really LOVE my cca, but i cant deny that these are too much for us to hold on. ive got to study. ive got my own plans and activities for teh holiday. and guess what? now its NP NP NP NP NP NP. oh screwed. Now, we've got to chiong for not onli the sec 1 end yr camp but also the sec 1 orientation'04. oh, damn it. life is hard man. I WANT MY FANCY DRILL!!! sigh sigh sigh. thats alittle contradicting, but well, this is my blog! so scram you horrible pick tickles!! My lousy com. there it goes again. you wouldn't believe this. This is my 4th time blogging in.hope it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Reparo&lt;br /&gt;Basic repairing spell used for mending any broken objects eg vases, bowls, harry's glasses, etc. Will cause the shards of the broken object to fly magically back in its original position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell of the Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Mendcomputo!&lt;br /&gt;Repairs your computer and wipes it clean of all its memory. Which is probably what the bloody repairman did to my computer. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106983159487137523?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106983159487137523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106983159487137523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106983159487137523' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106848043062045483</id><published>2003-11-11T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T00:07:08.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Brudderhood: Hey guys! All the best for your As!! you can do it alright! yea!! HOW FAR? ALL THE WAY! HALF WAY? NO WAY! Pray for ya. 0=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Wish me luck for my Chem prac tmr, as ive not touched on anything YET. Yes. Pathetic. Well, God bless me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***So dead. Again, wish me luck for tmr's np session. Proposal not done YET, so dead. Pray hard i'll not get hoot-ed by mdm melissa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106848043062045483?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106848043062045483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106848043062045483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106848043062045483' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106835658633063513</id><published>2003-11-09T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T14:05:29.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This fairy tale of mine is specially dedicated to my good buddies: Michelle and Rachel...and of cos they're J and ANT. *evil laughter* &lt;strong&gt;This is so cool!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAIRY TALE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/o.gif" align="left" alt="O" /&gt;nce upon a time there has a young &lt;B&gt;FISHMONGER&lt;/B&gt; named &lt;B&gt;ANT&lt;/B&gt;.  He was &lt;B&gt;NOWHERE&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;WATCHING&lt;/B&gt; in the &lt;B&gt;HANDSOME&lt;/B&gt; forest when he met &lt;B&gt;SEXY&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;J&lt;/B&gt;, a run-away &lt;B&gt;FARMER&lt;/B&gt; from the &lt;B&gt;GUGU&lt;/B&gt; Queen &lt;B&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;B&gt;ANT&lt;/B&gt; could see that &lt;B&gt;SEXY&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;J&lt;/B&gt; was hungry so he reached into his &lt;B&gt;TUPPERWARE&lt;/B&gt; and give him his &lt;B&gt;BLOODY&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;SNAIL WITH CABBAGE TOPPED FROG'S BLOOD BURGER&lt;/B&gt;. &lt;B&gt;SEXY&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;J&lt;/B&gt; was thankful for &lt;B&gt;ANT&lt;/B&gt;'s &lt;B&gt;SNAIL WITH CABBAGE TOPPED FROG'S BLOOD BURGER&lt;/B&gt;, so he told &lt;B&gt;ANT&lt;/B&gt; a very &lt;B&gt;LAME&lt;/B&gt; story about Queen &lt;B&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/B&gt;'s daughter &lt;B&gt;RACHEL&lt;/B&gt;. How her mother, the &lt;B&gt;GUGU&lt;/B&gt; Queen &lt;B&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/B&gt;, kept her locked away in a &lt;B&gt;MACDONALD'S&lt;/B&gt; protected by a gigantic &lt;B&gt;DINOSAUR&lt;/B&gt;, because &lt;B&gt;RACHEL&lt;/B&gt; was so &lt;B&gt;CHARMING&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;B&gt;ANT&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;BURPED&lt;/B&gt;. He vowed to &lt;B&gt;SEXY&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;J&lt;/B&gt; the &lt;B&gt;FARMER&lt;/B&gt; that he would save the &lt;B&gt;CHARMING&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;RACHEL&lt;/B&gt;. He would &lt;B&gt;BATH&lt;/B&gt; the &lt;B&gt;DINOSAUR&lt;/B&gt;, and take &lt;B&gt;RACHEL&lt;/B&gt; far away from her eveil mother, the &lt;B&gt;GUGU&lt;/B&gt; Queen &lt;B&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/B&gt;, and &lt;B&gt;TIE&lt;/B&gt; her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, all of the sudden, there was a &lt;B&gt;SMELLY&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;STORM&lt;/B&gt; and &lt;B&gt;SEXY&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;J&lt;/B&gt; the &lt;B&gt;FARMER&lt;/B&gt; began to laugh. With a puff of smoke he turned into the gigantic &lt;B&gt;DINOSAUR&lt;/B&gt; from his story. &lt;B&gt;GUGU&lt;/B&gt; Queen &lt;B&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;DRANK&lt;/B&gt; out from behind a &lt;B&gt;DRUM-STICK&lt;/B&gt; and struck &lt;B&gt;ANT&lt;/B&gt; dead. In the far off &lt;B&gt;MACDONALD'S&lt;/B&gt; you could hear a &lt;B&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE END.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/bold_words.aspx?story=Fairy_Tale"&gt;Make your own &lt;b&gt;Fairy Tale&lt;/b&gt; at fuali.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106835658633063513?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106835658633063513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106835658633063513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106835658633063513' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106820745247894124</id><published>2003-11-07T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T13:41:30.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Raja's caught a cold!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Alright. I know the title is kind of out of point, but those fellow classmates of mine, i guess you guys will very much agree with me. Well, went back to school during the past week for lessons, and of course, chemistry lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, we're much of enjoying our chemistry lessons. WHY? Good question, but i have no idea. Perhaps it was Mrs Raja's f-r-e-e-z-i-n-g jokes that made it. Here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raja: So sometimes you see thsoe black gas coming out from lorries? Those are your soots.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raja: Girls, turn to the next page of your notes.&lt;br /&gt;*because of printing problems, the diagram is really black, can't really read*&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raja: Oh girls, I'm sorry ah. You cant really read the diagram. Must be too much of &lt;strong&gt;soot &lt;/strong&gt;ah, thats why so black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 2&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raja: The presence of either sulphuric acid or nitric acid in rainwater makes the water more acidic then normal water and these rain damages bridges. Oh, so after some time you will get a &lt;strong&gt;"H-O-L-Y" bridge. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 3&lt;br /&gt;(On acid rain again)&lt;br /&gt;So girls, do not stand in the rain when its just a drizzle, or shower. These are acid rain. Wait a while longer when the rain gets heavier, and you can enjoy yourselves under the &lt;strong&gt;heavy rain.&lt;/strong&gt; =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 4&lt;br /&gt;(Another one on acid rain)&lt;br /&gt;*Beaverly walks into the classroom and sits down*&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raja: Girl! Why is your hair exceptionally brown?&lt;br /&gt;Beaverly: *acts blur* Huh?? *scratches head* Erm.. Hur?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raja: Oh, must be too much of &lt;strong&gt;acid rain &lt;/strong&gt;ah. Turns your hair &lt;strong&gt;brown&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Beishan: Orh! No wonder our hair's so &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;! Must be too much of &lt;strong&gt;soot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 5&lt;br /&gt;*We were discussing about purification of water*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raja: So the water is treated with aluminium sulphate and calcium hydroxide to react with metal ions to form lumps, to clump them together, so they can be filtered&lt;br /&gt;Class: orh. em. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raja: So this is a important step, or would your prefer to drink&lt;strong&gt;"L-U-M-P-Y water"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: (title) Mrs Raja caught a cold.&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/5626095-106820745247894124?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106820745247894124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106820745247894124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106820745247894124' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106795393688816060</id><published>2003-11-04T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T21:52:14.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished doing an IQ test. Whoa. i found out actually i do have alittle of the brain. Total score: 124. Laughs. well, at least i can conclude i'm not born stupid. Thanx mum! Thanx dad! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iqtest.dk/main.swf"&gt;http://www.iqtest.dk/main.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the link. Go give it a try and defeat me. **MUahahhaa** I'm sure you guys can, and i'll start crying. Laughs. 0=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106795393688816060?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106795393688816060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106795393688816060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106795393688816060' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106794607598911039</id><published>2003-11-04T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T19:41:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Should Really Update My Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i really SHOULD update my blog soon yes?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh sorry.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the same old rubbish: mug mug mug mug, FOOD, mug mug mug, lessons, mug mug mug, FOOD, mug, lessons, FOOD, cca, mug mug, FOOD, FRIENDSTER!, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Where does one find time for blogging? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stumbled upon this website from someone else's blog. everything i'm reading and seeing is so gay nowadays...what the heck is happening!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is really hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop laughing. and i guess this is a good way to de-stress!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/queerduck/home.do"&gt;http://www.sho.com/site/queerduck/home.do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just go for the episodes. there are 20 of them. it takes less than a minute for the movie to load on broadband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i dont turn gay after so much exposure to homosexuality. hahahaha...nahh...i think it'll never happen. i'm such a homophobic. oh yes. on the other hand, i would love my brudderhood to remain gays, or rather gay-i-fied posers. hey guys, gays rule!!! HAHAHA (no offence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! BIG NEWS!!! Fiona Xie is on my friends list in Friendster!! YEAh!!! &lt;br /&gt;I have a pretty babe on my friends list!!! yay!!! so happy. Laughs. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106794607598911039?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106794607598911039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106794607598911039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106794607598911039' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106778762730533915</id><published>2003-11-02T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T23:40:25.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Special Hymns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dentist's Hymn:.............Crown Him with Many Crowns&lt;br /&gt;The Weatherman's Hymn:..........There Shall Be Showers of Blessings&lt;br /&gt;The Contractor's Hymn:..........The Church's One Foundation&lt;br /&gt;The Tailor's Hymn:..............Holy, Holy, Holy&lt;br /&gt;The Golfer's Hymn:..............There's a Green Hill Far Away&lt;br /&gt;The Politician's Hymn:..........Standing on the Promises&lt;br /&gt;The Optometrist's Hymn:.........Open My Eyes That I Might See&lt;br /&gt;The IRS Agent's Hymn:...........I Surrender All&lt;br /&gt;The Gossip's Hymn:..............Pass It On&lt;br /&gt;The Electrician's Hymn:.........Send The Light&lt;br /&gt;The Shopper's Hymn:.............Sweet By and By&lt;br /&gt;The Realtor's Hymn:.............I've Got a Mansion, Just Over the Hilltop&lt;br /&gt;The Massage Therapists Hymn:....He Touched Me&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor's Hymn:..............The Great Physician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who speed on the highway - a few hymns:&lt;br /&gt;80 km/h....................God Will Take Care of You&lt;br /&gt;90 km/h....................Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah&lt;br /&gt;100 km/h....................Nearer My God To Thee&lt;br /&gt;110 km/h....................Nearer Still Nearer&lt;br /&gt;120km/h....................This World Is Not My Home&lt;br /&gt;140 km/h....................Lord, I'm Coming Home&lt;br /&gt;Over 160 km/h..........Precious Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Wish &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bobby, of course, thought he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last year. "Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this year. Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday." Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 1 &lt;br /&gt;Dear God, &lt;br /&gt;I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my &lt;br /&gt;birthday. I want a red one. &lt;br /&gt;Your friend, &lt;br /&gt;Bobby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 2 &lt;br /&gt;Dear God, &lt;br /&gt;This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I would like a red bike for my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;Your friend &lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and started again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 3 &lt;br /&gt;Dear God, &lt;br /&gt;I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike for my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;Bobby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby wrote a fourth letter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 4 &lt;br /&gt;God, &lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday. Please! &lt;br /&gt;Thank you, &lt;br /&gt;Bobby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike. Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he wanted to go to church. Bobby's mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just be home in time for dinner," Bobby's mother told him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner. Little Bobby went into the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there. Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into the house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Bobby began to write his letter to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 5 &lt;br /&gt;God, &lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE! &lt;br /&gt;Signed, &lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106778762730533915?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106778762730533915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106778762730533915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106778762730533915' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106766803779426213</id><published>2003-11-01T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T14:27:16.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, yesterday, being the last school day of 2004, was really an emotional day for some of us. its a day where everything would be to an end. Friendship, fun, jokes, pranks.. eveyrthing to a full-stop. The battle begins. The battle of the O'level examination. The battle of crossing this one big hurdle. The battle of passing all my tests and ting xie. Yes, and the battle of struggling my way to sajc. Ive never thought this would come so fast.. ive come to realise ive wasted one whole year getting nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. "Now we would like to present a presentation which shows tribute to Mrs Low" HAHAHA!! well, all along, ive thot tribute was for dead people. Laughs. Alright. So we held a farewell assembly for Mrs HongKong Low yesterday morning.*muahahaha* okok. i think she's pretty cute in a sense with her "You girls dont push me to the limit. I'll jump down the building!!" HAHAHA. that was a little conflict between her and my class during our biology lesson. Well, we were pretty mean that time.. think abt it: Mrs Low jumping down the school building.. conclusion: Air-pork. So that was it. Though every biology lesson she never fails to nag at us, always up with her threaten "I'll never let any of you girls promote! I'll bring your class photo down to the promotional meeting and point out very individual girl!" ----angry tone. Well, i still remember her teaching me thinking skills when i was sec 1. i can tell you, at that time my class hated her to the core man! She calls us names like dumb-bells, stupid.... oh crap. She's so so much different now. And i LooooVVVvEE her now. HAHAHA. She's sooo cute. During post exam inter-house games day, she brought some of my classmates to the school library to watch &lt;em&gt;Lavender.&lt;/em&gt; Laughs. What a cool teacher man! (which means we ponned interhouse games! Gooon!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then saying goodbye to Mrs Low, ive got to say goodbye to many of my friends too. This year is a really terible and cruel year. retaining is on big factor that kills friendship and i really do hope this doesnt happen on any of my friends or myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine. darmn it! i hate you man jas! you're damn irritating!!! arGH** why did you just leave like this?? 3 years of sqdmates, and just a "i'm flying off tonight" ends all this?? ohhh, darn. All i can do is just wish ya all the best there k! you must really do take care of yourself, as you're alone. aLone. ALone. ALONE!! awwwww.. thats so freaking scary. Anyway, trust in the Lord, and He'll be your strength in times of needs and weary. God bless!! Lve you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine. GERMZ!! i'll miss you like crazy. you're just the sweetest girl ive ever met. Ever so nice to everyone. Awwwwww.. *hugs* dont cry girl. you're doing well k! Rachel and I will visit Lin and you every now and then, without fail. yes. Must tell us if anyone bullies your alright!! We'll do the job. Haha! 0=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiLin. Lin arh Lin!! wat can i say? 3-8! haha. san ba. you're damn cool la, san ba. Laughs. I love you man!! yeah. Lin ah, you're damn nice la, with your ever-leng-chang (cold) jokes. LOL. But, we really enjoy your gua gua gua. Hha.. interesting. yes, indeed. so, even as we part and go our seperate ways, we'll still keep in contact thru our cold jokes yea?? we shall share new ones during recess.. yeah!!! haha. 0=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne. ah NI! hahaha. you go girl! dont cry la. catch you! cry till eyes swollen thats why didn't wear contacts. haha. kidding kidding. sad. as what ive said, i can't bully you anymore! HMPH. you happy la???? hahaha!! Well, i can always drop by and kick your butt or sumthing. watch out man!!! Laughs. I'll miss you, lots. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there goes my darn good mates. i love you guys! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106766803779426213?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106766803779426213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106766803779426213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106766803779426213' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106708290170398630</id><published>2003-10-25T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T19:57:48.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm having a fever!!! yes!!! time to grow taller!!! **muahahahahaha**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAJC open house today. went for it. kind of happening. Haha. the mass dance was nice i suppose, not bad not bad. Saw brudderhood!! Lalalala. yeah! they rawk!! i reached ard 4 and the official close of the open house was 4, but still went in anyway. (thick-skin) haha. wanted to kope the poster on the wall in the washroom, but think the act is kind of aunt-i-fied, so didn't. oh sigh. meishi said why not grab a banner home?? *___*l| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, the train ride to outram was HORRIBLE. HORRIBLE!!! was in between 2 men in grey pants and striped shirts and sandals (their standard dress code). they were probably heading towards little india. i was so fidgety and i had to take lotsa deep breaths. I'll tahan them for a day, since its their day. i'Im so darn racist. Haha. Whatever la...i even hate my own race-those extremists. Super cheena ones. Those that go crazy over 5566. what the.. *rolls eyes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, great news: My dad wants to go visit his friends (those that celebrate the festival of lights). and he wants to take me along.. arrggghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do pharmacies still carry N95 masks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;strong&gt; R    A    C    I    S    T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106708290170398630?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106708290170398630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106708290170398630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106708290170398630' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106690354976631220</id><published>2003-10-23T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T20:05:40.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Lord, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its me again,&lt;br /&gt;alone and so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;i know its late, &lt;br /&gt;but there are many questions&lt;br /&gt;with no answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say You've gone, &lt;br /&gt;left us on our own, &lt;br /&gt;in a world thats broken and so full of&lt;br /&gt;sin and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think You'll always be here,&lt;br /&gt;I used to say You'll come for us someday,&lt;br /&gt;but its been so long since You've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing i can hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look ahead and see,&lt;br /&gt;a future thats so grand.&lt;br /&gt;I got rolled and just goes on, &lt;br /&gt;and doesn't have an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly cold and scared.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing who to turn and who to trust in&lt;br /&gt;this confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only looking for a sign&lt;br /&gt;I'm only searching for an answer&lt;br /&gt;but its been so long &lt;br /&gt;since you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing i can hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You there Lord? &lt;br /&gt;Do You care?&lt;br /&gt;Can you answer my prayer?&lt;br /&gt;Abba Father, can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Cause why does it seem,&lt;br /&gt;that its just an empty dream?&lt;br /&gt;and i need to know if you're still here,&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106690354976631220?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106690354976631220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106690354976631220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106690354976631220' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106657972361655063</id><published>2003-10-20T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T00:08:43.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cool day. went out with brudderhood today! woohoo!! but, guess its the last gathering before they break off for their A level. sigh. well anyway, all the best alright!! You go dudes!! Haha! Yea. The "gathering" today was kind of crappy. Laughed throughout. well, just wondering if anybody has died of laughter? hmph, think ill be the first. Oh, then we broke off and i went esplanade with "mole concept". we met a gay couple there. was kind of gross out by their gestures. really crude. they were practically doing what normal typical couples would do. yes, i mean NORMAL. so mole concept and i decided to stalk them. hahaha. think they suspected us and they turned around and walked towards our direction. Thought we were doomed, but they didn't confront us or anything. just walked past us and "diao-ed" us. &lt;br /&gt;w-a-d-t-h-e. Haha. well, anyway, its our fault la. shouldn't have stalked people. but it was really fun. ha. should have snapped a few shots. Laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I missed the acjc open house yesterday, and shortie's there! damn it. pretty pissed. but well, can't be helped either. sigh sigh. (1st peeve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, 2nd peeve. Rae just called me up and told me a darn darn darn bad news. Our end year  sec 1 camp meeting is postponed to the 25th, which is also SAJC's open housE!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;G-R-E-A-T arh!! oh man.. there goes my dream. so near yet so far. &gt;&gt;S I G H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Heard theres a spot-check tomorrow. damn. guess my hair's gonna get snapped off?? &lt;br /&gt;Really hope they'll do the checking on thursday instead. that means ive gotta wrap up my phone in a gift box tomorrow morning.. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. feeling kind of guilty. should be mugging hard for my last paper, and i'm actually blogging. beishanbeishan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106657972361655063?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106657972361655063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106657972361655063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106657972361655063' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106631204014532033</id><published>2003-10-16T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T21:47:19.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un-Wanting to Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes i know the title's grammatically incorrect, all you incorrigible english vocab A1 scorers wannabes.)&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to escape from post-exam euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;*grumble mumble* i cannot envision myself hitting the books once again, though i do realise bio and chem paper 1 are in 3 days time or so? Aragh! No no no i refuse to believe it, exams are over holidays enjoy happiness hooray. *covers ears and runs across the ceiling* who cares about mcq anyway?? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im sorry, needed to mumble all that out. However, dont you agree that its just so difficult to swing back into full blown momentum, especially after the monstrous battle of exam? When you're just licking your wounds in the trenches, labouriously bandaging your injured comrades, cautiously peering over the edge to see how many of the enemy have been killed (in my case, thankfully, quite alot! Praise the Lord for all the miracles. smiles) and suddenly, a fresh new army comes marching from over the horizon straight at you. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room's in a mess from leafy revision notes dumped hastily on my desk and bed in a desperate search attempt for the next day's paper's notes. Spent a good proportion of the evening sorting them out, though its not quite half done yet. Vcd's been extremely addictive to scrutinize and reward myself, had finally managed to squeeze enough time to spend with *** (well, i did that on purpose. HAHAHA), had finally managed to take time out to spend quality chill out time with the bruddahood, CJC, go for piano lesson(bleah!), update this lousy blog, exercise, watch Vcds, vcds and MORE vcdSSss(thanx for the suppliers eunice and sharon), go to the beach, get a tan.. Eat and eat + havock with my lame buddies and you want me to go back to the books?! No no nonononoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revised line from S.W.A.T: "I will give $100 million to whoever that lets me stay in here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, should i just spend a day and try my best to score for my paper 1?-since i think i'm gonna fail badly for paper 2.  hmph. maybe i should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106631204014532033?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106631204014532033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106631204014532033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106631204014532033' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106604821638398191</id><published>2003-10-13T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T00:56:56.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been reading some blogs. i really felt guilty for hurting not only one but others too. what can i do for your to stop those pain in there? i'm really sorry. i don't want this to happen and ive never thought this would happen. i'm really sorry, very very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you. i really thot everything would turn out well? truthfully, i was serious about this all along. every thing ive done, and every word ive said, is the true truth. ive never lied abt anything. but right now, its gonna be an end. everything, to a full stop. though the few weeks back, our story seemed to be having another chapter. but perhaps, right now, lets keep it to "...." lets see what we can do after the exam. i don't want you to get distracted because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you. i know i'm quite slow in finding out things and stuffs, and now tat i know the truth, i'm really sorry. i don't know things would end up like this. i thought it was just a.. i don't know. sorrry if i have hurt you too. but you see, somethings just can't be helped. well, we'll see. =) concentrate on exams too alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really glad that you're always there for me when i needed help and encouragement. Thank you very very much, and i truely appreciate what you've did for me. i understand what you are trying to tell me, may we stay this way forever? my great pal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed. life's really fatal especially in PL. totally sucks. *bleah* how i wish i'll graduate in the next moment and fly to my SA. *grinz* SA rocks totally!! Haha! my feelings for you will never change, my dearest darling SA.. sigh. you're too good to be demolished. yes! demolished. what the. 2005 and you're gone. but nvm. new building even better. than saints wounldn't have to walk down that spuer-ulu-fied-rape-scene-like-road everyday. Laughs. crap. oh well, beishan ah beishan, &lt;strong&gt;gogetalifeyourselfandstopallthesecrapssturdyhardandpromote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats me i suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106604821638398191?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106604821638398191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106604821638398191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106604821638398191' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106587670674590598</id><published>2003-10-11T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T20:51:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes. I'm so proud of myself. I did a GOOD deed today. HAHA. Real good one, and I feel good too! Laughs. Praise the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106587670674590598?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106587670674590598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106587670674590598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106587670674590598' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106587664283675058</id><published>2003-10-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T20:50:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061401960_CWINDOWSDesktopsun2.jpg" border="0" alt="Apollo"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apollo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106587664283675058?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106587664283675058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106587664283675058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106587664283675058' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106570147117279593</id><published>2003-10-09T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T00:59:55.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Study Musings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what our beloved dp (and everyone else) says, the key to success isnt working hard. No no, i have decided as of today that the key to success is working SMART, at least in the context of mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider case 1: the chao mugger who spends 18 hours a day memorizing quotes of literature text, cosec, sec to QA cations and anions. He works his ass off, has no life, burger king macdonald's (im loving it!) and coffee bean staff have grown accustomed to chasing him off after closing time. im sure HE's not loving it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider case 2: the not so hardworking but has a life mr happy. He doesnt score particularly well in class tests, skips some lectures, but at least does all his assignments. Come exam time, he studies for say 6 hours a day, he goes through summarized notes, tries out relevant test papers and checks out the answer scheme if he doesnt know the answer, does pretty well in the exam, and still has time for sports, chill-out outings and himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in true Fab Detergent style, which would you prefer: Brand X or Fab?? Fab of course, cause its fabulous!! (dang, companies should just hire me to do their slogans, so pro. Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait before you start protesting. Character is Case 2 does NOT represent yours truely. In fact, i was sadly Case 1 for a good part of the last two years.. bleargh. Case 2 is what i WISHED i'd been. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;(If you're wondering why im being so politically correct, i just found out from prying-eyes power-filled-hazel today that supposedly "everyone" reads this blog, and i can no longer gossip abt people, insult the general population, nor complain abt my gai-e-fied lao shi. Bleargh. What good is a blog then?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes. Its important to study smart. Yes, we all want to do well, but are we really going to let a bunch of nerds who only know how to mug mug mug to lead our country? Nah. Study smart, go get a life, find a love, better yourself, and when you DO get your excellent results, you'll know that you've attained TRUE success. Okay maybe you wont top your level, but a few As and a few Bs isnt too bad either! (longing for it. sigh.) Yup, cause if there's anything i learnt in these sheltering walls, true success comes when you've lived life to the fullest in every aspect, not in just that results slip. &lt;br /&gt;--yes yes, i must strive hard to get good results in that slip of paper too. All those gracious, caring, wadeva..isnt going to mean shit alongside full-house-red marks. No no.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why... we decided to combine study and fun these days. Getting kind of Literature-ffied these days, we started quoting quotes when we are speaking. In "The Machine Stops" (Pure Lit), the highest-profile quote is "swaddled lump of flesh". Thus, when i met Phoebe (class big BUN) in the washroom, i greeted her "HI! you swaddled lump of BUN." and thus in return, she greeted back "HI, you swaddled lump of pineapple!"- cos of my hair which resembles pineapple. Well you see, that does it. I, together with Michelle, have come up with a list of &lt;br /&gt;Chim-Sounding dialoges in every subject:&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few of the better ones:&lt;br /&gt;Lit: (To Liars) "Now, I know you are the Evil One and not (name). Oh, Devil, you have sold yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies: (to sound peeve with someone) If you continue to do this, I'll &lt;strong&gt;boycott&lt;/strong&gt; you and cancel on our &lt;strong&gt;diplomatic relation&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: You make me turn &lt;strong&gt;Iron(II) salt&lt;/strong&gt;! (green)&lt;br /&gt;Biology: I think you ended up like this all because your &lt;strong&gt;synapse&lt;/strong&gt; is too large (no brain)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Now isnt THAt smart studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106570147117279593?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106570147117279593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106570147117279593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106570147117279593' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106551195312086929</id><published>2003-10-07T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T19:24:37.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;soon another day will dawn&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to feel your arms&lt;br /&gt;around me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we could&lt;br /&gt;lay down the world&lt;br /&gt;together we could live&lt;br /&gt;the dream that never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up the door&lt;br /&gt;just a little more&lt;br /&gt;baby let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the one, You are the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can make moments last forever&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;why make it harder, than it has to be&lt;br /&gt;just listen, I'll give you love&lt;br /&gt;if you'll give me your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I near you&lt;br /&gt;time is standing still&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing you can't fix&lt;br /&gt;with your heavenly smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never leave you&lt;br /&gt;my love is for life&lt;br /&gt;taking things for granded&lt;br /&gt;was never my style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give a little love&lt;br /&gt;say you'll never stop&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the one, You are the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can make moments last forever&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;why make it harder, than it has to be&lt;br /&gt;just listen, I'll give you love&lt;br /&gt;If you'll give me your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;if you give me your heart&lt;br /&gt;ahh ahh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the one, You are the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can make moments last forever&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give a little love&lt;br /&gt;say you'll never stop&lt;br /&gt;and I'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you love&lt;br /&gt;if you'll give me your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why make it harder, than it has to be&lt;br /&gt;just listen, I'll give you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you'll give me your heart&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/5626095-106551195312086929?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106551195312086929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106551195312086929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106551195312086929' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106544879702621657</id><published>2003-10-06T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T21:59:56.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is a sudden streak of feminist independance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a heavy bag of ntuc groceries, painstakingly converted into a delicious home made plate of heavenly pasta, washed down with a bottle of root beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a sharing an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is scrubbing plates, pots, pans, woks, the sink, the tabletop, as well as gingerly plucking out traces of soggy pasta from the depth of the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the careful selection of fruits to ensure they are all too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the gift of grapes and hor fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the happy simple reading session of blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the simple pleasure of watching an sinfully dance-filled show in a darkened environment, with root beer and grapes for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is sacrificing leaning against the chair for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a much needed phone call on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing how much she means to me, from the small gestures to the furtive glances, to the sweet smiles to cheery hellos, to the knowledge that there are some things which cannot be understood, but can be transcended, simply, by love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too. Simply because i care and miss you, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**well, those who know the reason why i came to school so late, and those who saw me munching some nuts during bio.. SHHHHhhhhhhh...&gt;&gt;hint&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106544879702621657?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106544879702621657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106544879702621657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106544879702621657' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106534264509938142</id><published>2003-10-05T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T17:01:01.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah!!!! Wooohooo!! Ive got in FINALLY!!! Laughs. Yes YEs YES!!! Goodness. I feel so proud of myself. I fixed the com ON MY OWN after some knocking and swearing*dotz* But nevertheless, I'm full of pride and gladness gushing up my throat. Hehe!! =) Alright. i can see from how BAD the condition of my tagboard is, you guys really miss me, yes?? haha. Hey YOU! Yes YOU!! Stop looking around. I'm referring to YOU! Dont deny it. You miss me yea?? Stop shaking your head!!! **Argh** -SMACKS- Alright, guess I'm rather psycho up there, still have not got over the fact that i'm such a genius technician. Thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from an email, thought it was simply wonderful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical and&lt;br /&gt;self-centered; &lt;br /&gt;Forgive them anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish,&lt;br /&gt;ulterior motives; &lt;br /&gt;Be kind anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win some false&lt;br /&gt;friends and some true enemies; &lt;br /&gt;Succeed anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; &lt;br /&gt;Be honest and frank anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building, someone could destroy&lt;br /&gt;overnight; &lt;br /&gt;Build anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, they may be&lt;br /&gt;jealous; &lt;br /&gt;Be happy anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow; &lt;br /&gt;Do good anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have, and it may never be&lt;br /&gt;enough; &lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and&lt;br /&gt;God; &lt;br /&gt;it was never between you and them anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mother Teresa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just so smart isnt it? So simple, plain, straightforward and answers everything! Have you ever asked yourself that question "why am i living for anyway? what's the point of doing everything to the best when it all disappears in the end?" I know i've asked myself that constantly, and ta-dah! that's the answer right there.. cause in the end, God knows everything you do, and that's the only thing that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now THAT'S good exam motivation!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Hey, wait a minute.. 5th october. My last entry was 5th september. HAHA! you kidding me or what? What a coincidence! Ive not blog in for exactly ONE MONTH!! Whoohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the beginning, you weren't mine. Its me who left your life. Therefore right now, i have no right to have you back or say anything. but at least, i can watch your back, and wish you happiness, throughout your journey... &lt;br /&gt;as a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106534264509938142?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106534264509938142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106534264509938142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106534264509938142' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106277353407406726</id><published>2003-09-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T22:52:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never felt this sinful for a long time.. or this good.&lt;br /&gt;(Not that you pervs, i meant that in a totally platonic way... by sinful i mean not studying.. d'oh!)&lt;br /&gt;As the song goes..&lt;br /&gt;you are incredible, you are amazing! You're one of a kind, blow my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not supposed to happen now, not at this time, its really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, it feels good and i love it. &lt;br /&gt;It came too fast and this makes me feel afraid to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;It WILL work out. i know it will, have my cake and gobble in down with a satisfied burp certainty. It has to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: focus! focus focus studies studies cca exams exams whatever other rubbish there is.&lt;br /&gt;Remember also: dont lose this chance and you dont want to lose everything.. this special feeling, warmth, passion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan: study study study study "shut up dont disturb me!" study study study "no i dont wanna go play pool SHUT UP!" study study study... in the day, fly away to the clouds at night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's a good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- its too good to be true. i really hope it lasts.. yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106277353407406726?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106277353407406726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106277353407406726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106277353407406726' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106260111364626941</id><published>2003-09-03T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T22:58:33.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it all happening too fast? It wasn't supposed to be this way, not supposed to feel this way so fast. But since when did life ever go according to plan anyway?&lt;br /&gt;I cant help feeling lost, confused in a tangle of emotions, whims, feelings and desires. Perhaps i've yearned so much for it for so long that i dont know what it feels like upon reaching the goal. Like the determined athelete who trains hard for that X-country competition and receives the gold.. after the euphoria, what next? You never really think about what happens after you've gotten what you've wanted for so long do you? But i've not crossed the finish line yet, i know. Or have i? I dont know. What about the other competitors? Is this what i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs in contentment- im walking on clouds. Yet aimlessly lost in the large blue sky. Wealth and riches await me back down on earth, but i'd rather stay here with you, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106260111364626941?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106260111364626941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106260111364626941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106260111364626941' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106242763451954114</id><published>2003-09-01T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T22:51:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder where you are, &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what your thinking of tonight, &lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your alone, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've been crying just like me, &lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I lost your touch, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wanted to be loved to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, Too soon, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be there for you like no one else before.&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, Too soon, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me, &lt;br /&gt;It's been a rainy afternoon, now i'm staring at the moon, thinking, &lt;br /&gt;We got too serious, too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you everyday, &lt;br /&gt;I told you every night and every way, &lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you got scared, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've nothing else to say, &lt;br /&gt;But I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby now my life's a mess, &lt;br /&gt;'cause I couldn't love you any less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, Too soon, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be there for you like no one else before.&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, Too soon, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me, &lt;br /&gt;It's been a rainy afternoon, now i'm staring at the moon, thinking, &lt;br /&gt;We got too serious, too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not right, &lt;br /&gt;It's not fair, missing you, &lt;br /&gt;Baby cuts like a knife&lt;br /&gt;What if you, were the love of my life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, Too soon, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be there for you like no one else before.&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, Too soon, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me, &lt;br /&gt;We got too serious, too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I wanted to be there for YOU like no one else before, i really do. &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know how much you mean to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106242763451954114?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106242763451954114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106242763451954114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106242763451954114' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106233785113279622</id><published>2003-08-31T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T21:51:16.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i caught a cockroach!!! &lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;with my bare hands! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was studying just now and this cockroach just flew in and started crawling on my time magazine. so i quickly went to get a container and took hold of its feelers and put it in. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've thought of 3 ways to kill it. &lt;br /&gt;1) spray insecticide inside until it drowns in it. &lt;br /&gt;2) put cockroach poison in it and let it die a slow death. &lt;br /&gt;3) lastly...let it go for a swim in the wave pool (flush it down the toilet bowl). hahaha...just like the beetle. maybe they might meet somewhere in the pipes. ohh...they can be friends...then mating partners...then the next thing that's gonna fly into my room will be a cross between a cockroach and a beetle (just imagine a cockroach that cant fly properly and hits into the wall all the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can add some pepper inside and shake it until the cockroach sneeze...haha...then it'll die of over-sneezing. haha...goodness...i'll probably die of saying too many "bless yous" too. haha...and no. i wont die with the cockroach and we wont be mating partners. goodness. a cross between a cockroach and beishan!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...maybe i'll put in the 5 dice from my risk board game and shake it until the cockroach dies from too many balukus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;-put it in the freezer&lt;br /&gt;-bury it alive&lt;br /&gt;-pour ethanoic acid in (its actually vinegar)&lt;br /&gt;-pour hair gel in (quicksand for the cockroach)&lt;br /&gt;-put lego warriors in and let it terrorise the cockroach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can come out with a book "101 ways to kill a cockroach"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...thats what you get from doing too much math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106233785113279622?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106233785113279622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106233785113279622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106233785113279622' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106225545092758019</id><published>2003-08-30T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T23:06:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning if you wake up &lt;br /&gt;and the sun does not appear &lt;br /&gt;I, I will be here &lt;br /&gt;If in the dark you lose sight of love &lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand and have no fear &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I, I will be here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here when you feel like being quiet &lt;br /&gt;When you need to speak your mind &lt;br /&gt;I will listen, and I will be here &lt;br /&gt;when the laughter turns to crying &lt;br /&gt;Through the winning, losing and trying, we'll be together &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I will be here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning if you wake up &lt;br /&gt;and the future is unclear &lt;br /&gt;I, I will be here &lt;br /&gt;As sure as the season are made for change &lt;br /&gt;Our lifetimes were made for years &lt;br /&gt;So I, I will be here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here and you can cry on my shoulder &lt;br /&gt;when the mirror tells us we're older &lt;br /&gt;I will hold you, and I will be here &lt;br /&gt;to watch you grow in beauty &lt;br /&gt;and tell you all the things you are to me &lt;br /&gt;I will be here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be true to the promise I have made &lt;br /&gt;to you and to the One who gave you to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106225545092758019?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106225545092758019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106225545092758019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106225545092758019' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106216324549762276</id><published>2003-08-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T19:07:25.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, technically im 3 days early, teachers' day wont be for another few days, but since today would be the celebrations for most schools. i decided to write about something we always take for granted: our lovely teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah teachers, love them or hate them (yes i actually do love some of them) they're always there and hell you have to admit you need them, whether you like it or not. From strict chinese teachers with rulers, gay-i-fied ones like a particular mrs xian-zai-jiao-zuo-ye, to nice bully-able teachers, to those with eccentric habits like snapping a bra strap, scratching everywhere or throwing paper balls into the bin, to those with weird punishments ("go sing to the wall"), from macho ones to dumpling-look-alike ones (ahem, like a certain one in PL.. mr "why-is-your-belt-so-loose"), from those with weird accents to those who could use an english lesson to talk about cleaniness in the class, from those who are itchy to those who are bitc*** well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the top 5 teachers who were really really really good, ranked in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ms Ng Lai Mui (Pri 6 form teacher): first planted the idea that it was actually possible to score excellent results in exams. It worked: i got 268 for PSLE preliums and she rewarded me a bookmark &lt;em&gt;nothing is impossible&lt;/em&gt; (aww..) Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ms Yong(vice principal of PL): Probably the biggest size vp i've ever met. Kidding kidding.. Just goes to show she knows how to prevent herself from flying away when strong wind blows. Hahaha. Is very eloquent, knows how to give inspiring speeches, and gives honest helpful advice on God and life. Guess she's someone who's earned the respect of many loyal PL-lites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mrs Suzzane Tan (Lit teacher): Probably the most qualified and experienced teacher i've ever met and one that really understands students as well. Is not afraid to argue with regimental stuffy complacent overpaid admin staff. Inculcated a real love for lit and english among her students. Was probably the only teacher whose lessons ive never slept in. (besides PE of course) Is also an excellent crapper, lamer who loves talking about her gay-doggie and teaches us girls how to deal with guys.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mrs Goh Hui Cheng (CCA teacher and sec 2 chinese teacher):extremely nice to students and is really firm but fair. And she REALLY knows her stuff, unlike some incompetant teachers (we all know who im comparing her to). Is really patient in explaining our mistakes and discipline stuffs. Really cares for her students alot, goes out of her way to organize make up lessons and make good luck gifts before exams. Is an excellent leader and very efficient in terms of discipline works, inspires many of us to greater heights. Plus, you can talk to her honestly about anything in the world, and she'd understand how you're feeling. The role model of girls and the desire of men. (whhahaha just kidding) By the way, she was awarded the most inspiring chinese teacher 2001. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ms Yolanda Chin (this yr's form teacher):The lamest of the lot (She doesn't laugh at her jokes)and easily one with the most confidence, "style and elegance" and biggest boobs i've ever seen. Speaks really well and knows how to argue her case logically. Is really intelligent (social studies skills) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other teachers worth mentioning: &lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan Chew Yen or Ms Ng Chew Yen (fantastic body, really good music teacher)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Julie Chua (jolly and big peer support and prefectorial board teacher in charge. Opens up the softee side in you and is REALLY good at group dynamics. Learnt alot about leadership from her)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Doreeen Lau: (was never taught by her but known for her eccentric during-math lessons, cuteness and stories. Easily the best and cutest math teacher ive ever heard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So thats about it. Once again, thank you teachers for your guidance, 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/5626095-106216324549762276?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106216324549762276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106216324549762276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106216324549762276' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106182389997306982</id><published>2003-08-25T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T23:05:00.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xjkx/1059292674_record.jpg" border="0" alt="indie prick"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are either a record nerd or not a scenester at&lt;br&gt;all. you are the coolest of the bunch. bravo,&lt;br&gt;dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xjkx/quizzes/what%20type%20of%20lame%20scenester%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what type of lame scenester are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106182389997306982?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106182389997306982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106182389997306982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106182389997306982' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106182241542999908</id><published>2003-08-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T22:53:19.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah! People, I got a new yandao!! Hahaha!! He's so cute! My goodness. Went Lido and watched &lt;em&gt;My tutor Friend&lt;/em&gt; after school with Rae and Vanny. The guy inside is like so yandao!! Hahaha!! I crush him man! SOOOO CUTE!! -Laughs- and he's just so bloody freaking cool!! WHAO!!!  I love how he kicked and punched his opponents and those moves i tell you, are sooo soo soo SUD-KI!!!! AHHHHH!! I'm going crazy!!! I really do recommend you people to watch this show. I would say its a comedy-come-romance. but more of comedy which will make you luff like mad. Haha. Well, at least, i did. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cineline.com/data/people_photo/org/30000/23516.jpg?bcwL7J_AxXPxJGxl" width="95" height="97"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of my yandao. Rae, he's MINE!!! wahahahahaha!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106182241542999908?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106182241542999908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106182241542999908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106182241542999908' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106165074056575254</id><published>2003-08-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T22:59:00.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promo test today. Think I did rather badly. I don't know in what ways but just not well done. Yes. Depressed. Sad. Anyway, its over. Nothing can be done. I've done my best, and I know God will do the rest. After promo test, first time in history, we took the FIRST KALADAI PHOTO ever! yahoo!!! Hehe. ALL eight of us were present. and its a real KALADAI photo. So happy!! Hahahaha. Its with michelle, so shall ask her to send me the picture and I shall post it here. Yeap!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Kaladai went heartland and buy food and proceed on the Meishi's place. Guess what? We watched porn movie. Hehehehehe!!!! R(A)ted. whoa! You won't believe this. Everyone of us went So high after &lt;em&gt;those scenes&lt;/em&gt; that we went laughing throughout the rest of the movie. LAUGHS! The sick-est thing ever was that, we watched &lt;em&gt;those scenes&lt;/em&gt; again after the whole movie ended. hahahahaha!! how lame can we get. -shakes head- And we were asking meishi if she has anymore of those R(A)ted movies. In the end, we watched American Phycho. Which yen keng claims that its a rather horny show with lots of &lt;strong&gt;scenes&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the feeling is back again. Kaladais being together as one. 8 different individuals with only One goal. Yes. This is it. I love this kind of feeling. I love being together with them. I love Kaladais, forever. Although we may seem to be on our different tracks in our life, we are always together mentally. The bond will be there, always. One in Love. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106165074056575254?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106165074056575254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106165074056575254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106165074056575254' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106146448762746397</id><published>2003-08-21T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T19:14:47.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though i want to be. Its a seemingly strange little snippet of childish yearning in the midst of ambition, level headedness and pragmatism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont be mistaken (re: my last entry) "You" doesnt necessarily have to refer to a person in particular, it could represent a desire, a concept, an idea, a status, an ambition, an emotional state, or simply nothing at all. I blog like that sometimes when im in a chimmy mood. (Yes, "chimmy" refers to a state of mind of wanting to be profound, or "chim", as i unsuccessfully attempted to explain to ruth the other day) All part of my big plan to blog more professionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, back to the subject, heartfelt congratulations to our newest couple on the scene, whom i shant mention since everyone knows who they are anyway. They look really happy together. :) Dang, shoulda seen it coming! Still, i think its wonderful they've gotten together.. they're a really cute couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the vital question: Is the shelf really that attractive? it wasnt an understatement when i said this could be likened to a "human mating season". Singles, sadly, have become an endangered species. Sheesh, im tired of snide conversations of how the 16th of whatever month it is is coming and im whatever number of months overdue, and how i should work harder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up already. Maybe i dont want to be with just anyone, maybe i dont want anyone to stand in way of the glorious (but lonely) path of sucess?? Haha. Maybe im thinking this way because im part of a minority in the midst of everyone jumping onto the bandwagon. Or maybe i really am serious about it (for once). Perhaps? Or am I trying to say all these to tell YOU I'm still waiting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, i must sound really whiny heh. Needed to type the garble of thoughts to sort them out and make some sense of them. They're trivial yes, but are always flying around my mind. So irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a brighter side, there is a ray of light. I've decided i'd really fallen in like. From sneaky glances to mischief to 2 minute conversations to self-image talks, i should like very much for this to develop, yes. Yes ineedy do. What do YOU think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a blonde that was so stupid that....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* she called me to get my phone number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* she spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said "concentrate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* she put lipstick on her forehead because she wanted to make up her mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she tried to put M&amp;M's in alphabetical order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she sent me a fax with a stamp on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she tried to drown a fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she thought a quarterback was a refund. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she got locked in a grocery store and starved to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she tripped over a cordless phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she asked for a price check at the Dollar Store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she studied for a blood test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home, she moved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when she took you to the airport and saw a sign that said "Airport Left" she turned around and went home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5626095-106146448762746397?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106146448762746397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106146448762746397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106146448762746397' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106139135435759608</id><published>2003-08-20T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T22:55:54.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway, would like to recite on my embarrassing incident today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Was on my way back home on a bus. It was very crowded and really stuffy, and that made me sleepy. Beside me was this CJC guy. Hur hur, i fell asleep. And guess what? My head drooped and landed on the guy's shoulder!! Goodness, and I didn't even realise it until the bus jerked and I awoke to find that I'm lying on that person! I was so freaking hell scared that I jumped up, and "hur!!!" so loudly that practically everyone were staring at me. *sigh* But the good thing was, the guy fell asleep too. Haha! So he didn't know he got "molested" or should I put it as "used". LAUGHS!! Then, thats not the end! Cos Part 2 is coming up. So, after that, I was trying very hard not to fall asleep, but I didn't succeed. So I slept and then I felt something poking my face. When I opened my eyes, I was shock to find that it was the guy's hair!! Goodness!! His head was drooping down too and his hair were all brushing against my face and I can't move away as I'm on the inside and it's real squeezy. (He's taking up alot of space-legs opened so wide) So, i got to bear with it the whole journey!! SIGH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*irrelevant news* &lt;strong&gt;beishanfoundherwallet&lt;/strong&gt; Hoorey!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106139135435759608?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106139135435759608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106139135435759608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106139135435759608' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106138132322885568</id><published>2003-08-20T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T20:08:43.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Along life's road&lt;br /&gt;There will be sunshine and rain&lt;br /&gt;Roses and thorns, laughter and pain&lt;br /&gt;And 'cross the miles&lt;br /&gt;You will face mountains so steep&lt;br /&gt;Deserts so long and valleys so deep&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the Journey's gentle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the cold winds blow&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to remember&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;As long as you have faith&lt;br /&gt;Jesus will be right beside you all the way&lt;br /&gt;You may feel you're far from home&lt;br /&gt;But home is where He is &lt;br /&gt;And he'll be there down every road&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path will wind&lt;br /&gt;And you will find wonders and fears&lt;br /&gt;Labors of love and a few falling tears&lt;br /&gt;Across the years&lt;br /&gt;There will be some twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes to make and lessons to learn&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the journey's gentle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the cold winds blow&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to remember where ever you may go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;As long as you have faith&lt;br /&gt;Jesus will be right beside you all the way&lt;br /&gt;You may feel you're far from home&lt;br /&gt;But home is where He is &lt;br /&gt;And he'll be there down every road&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone- Point of Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106138132322885568?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106138132322885568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106138132322885568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106138132322885568' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106138123582355530</id><published>2003-08-20T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T20:07:15.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"How can an angel possibly see beyond her light?"&lt;br /&gt;Its strange how life and fairy tales are so alike, yet they often dont turn out in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flicker of flirting, a spark of romance. Perhaps the ever-present poem, setting the stage for walks in the rain, cosy under an inconspicous umbrella, perhaps a Tanya Chua love song swelling to obscure conversation, the only indication of talking being the shy smiles and the occasional laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it will culminate in the inevitable kiss, to the applause of hundreds, or maybe a quietly passionate one, unseen, except by two fluttering hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it all develop so fast? Its a fairy tale after all.. supposed to be happily unrealistic. Yet, everyone else's life can be a fairy tale too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessness, wondering if it'll change as in a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Guiness advert (screened, ironically, during Chicken Rice War) says, "Why not you?" Im still wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sure that it is not wanting that i am wanting, but you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Stingraycer9/1059437938_cturesBeer.jpg" border="0" alt="Congratulations on being manly (if you're a man), but you know you can get just as drunk on shots without drinking so much, don't you?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations!! You're a tall glass of nice cold&lt;br&gt;beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Stingraycer9/quizzes/What%20Drink%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Drink Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106138123582355530?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106138123582355530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106138123582355530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106138123582355530' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106110478091121627</id><published>2003-08-17T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T15:19:40.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored! Its 3.20pm now, and I'm walking around by house doing nothing. Slacking. *Tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DistillaNation/1059596730_sliberated.gif" border="0" alt="The liberty spikes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You like the Mohawk or liberty spikes!!!!!!!! You&lt;br&gt;rock thats what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DistillaNation/quizzes/Witch%20Hair%20style%20would%20you%20have./"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Witch Hair style would you have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106110478091121627?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106110478091121627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106110478091121627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106110478091121627' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106110445294409320</id><published>2003-08-17T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T15:14:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059385431_ktoptarzan.jpg" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktoptarzan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tarzan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106110445294409320?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106110445294409320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106110445294409320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106110445294409320' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106108642463833954</id><published>2003-08-17T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T14:50:48.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched LXG on friday. so cool!!! I'm obsessed with that show! i found it funny how captain nemo changed his blue turban to white turban so quickly. And he is so resourceful, he has the nautilus-sword of the ocean(which is a damn cool!!!)...kuan sian says he is the logistic head. Haha. And i like the invisible man(skinner). He's quite cheeky. Anyway, I'm Tom Soy-er(wadeva)-the spy, Pris is Skinner-the invisible man, Rachel is the hunter and the immotal and Vanny is Captain Nemo-a warrior! wahaha!! Crap! No one wants to be Mina-the vampire. (But I still thinks she looks like a po-ti-a-ni-ak, duno how to spell!) Haha. Must go catch that movie. VERY COOL!! Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106108642463833954?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106108642463833954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106108642463833954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106108642463833954' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106108275957085570</id><published>2003-08-17T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T09:57:58.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that&lt;br /&gt;I love You&lt;br /&gt;You know that&lt;br /&gt;I want to know You so much more&lt;br /&gt;More than I have before&lt;br /&gt;These words are&lt;br /&gt;From my heart&lt;br /&gt;These words are&lt;br /&gt;Not made up&lt;br /&gt;I will live for You&lt;br /&gt;I am devoted to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;King of Majesty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one desire&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with You my Lord&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with You my Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You are the Saviour of my soul&lt;br /&gt;And forever and ever &lt;br /&gt;I'll bring my praises to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry was supposed to be updated last night. But I was too tired and fell asleep. -sigh- Haha. So, yes. Went for the Hillsong concert. What can I say? It was totally AWESOME! I can really feel the fire burning inside me, and the Holy Spirit coming into me. It was Great! Amen! Those who missed the Saturday concert, your may wish to go for the Sunday one. Seriously, I think its like a once in a lifetime thing. I wouldn't wanna fly to Australia to visit them. Not that I don't want, but more of a I can't. Yes. Ha ha. So those ppl out dere..*waves* I think you guys should go for the concert tonight and feel the spirit. Its at Kallang Indoor Stadium, free seating and admission free!! Whee! But its gonna be damn crowded. Eunice reached at abt 4.30pm(KS) and she said it was 3/4 filled. But Rac and I reached at abt 7.15pm, and we managed to squeeze in! wahaha!! Thank God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an irrelavant thot:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people like to argue about stuff like what Jesus looked like, whether he married, or whatever...I think it's just unnecessary. Like, so what? These things won't change the fact that He came to earth, God made man, humbled himself in this manner so He could reach us and save us. Can anyone possible imagine the Father's pain as He watched His son being humiliated, tortured, killed? Can anyone imagine how the Son must have felt, there on the cross? Can anyone imagine how it must feel to have your own children turn against you, insult you, and kill you? Ok, the last one, perhaps some people do know. But it must be like the worst pain in the world. The Father watching the Son, must have felt that part of Him was dying too...God's pain. How can anyone understand? And yet He was willing, and would do it many times over, just to be with us. He loves us that much. How can anyone use logic and reason to explain this? Nobody. You can't explain such love. Maybe scientists can attribute human feelings of love to chemical signals and hormones and pheremones, but God doesn't have a physical body! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I lost my wallet. I can't believe I lost it! It contained so many stuffs. My pictures, passport photo (just took), ez-link card, student pass, cards, kayaking membership card, and many more. And I lose it! How can i ever lose my wallet?? damn. I think it proberly slipped out of my un-zipped trackpants pocket. -sigh- I was practically near to tearing, when you rushed down to town after the concert which is abt 9.40pm(so late!) to search for my wallet. Thank you so much! THANK YOU. I truely appreciate what you have done for me and I appreciate you too. Once again, Thanks! You are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will bless the Lord forever&lt;br /&gt;I will trust Him at all times&lt;br /&gt;He has delivered me from all fear&lt;br /&gt;He set my feet upon a rock &lt;br /&gt;I will not be moved&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my shield &lt;br /&gt;My strength &lt;br /&gt;My portion &lt;br /&gt;Deliverer &lt;br /&gt;My shelter &lt;br /&gt;Strong tower&lt;br /&gt;My very present help in time of need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom have I in heaven but You&lt;br /&gt;There's none I desire besides You&lt;br /&gt;You have &lt;strong&gt;made me glad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my shield &lt;br /&gt;My strength &lt;br /&gt;My portion &lt;br /&gt;Deliverer &lt;br /&gt;My shelter &lt;br /&gt;Strong tower&lt;br /&gt;My very present help in time of need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106108275957085570?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106108275957085570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106108275957085570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106108275957085570' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106095465232820051</id><published>2003-08-15T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T21:41:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the most amazing things about Allan, which i just discovered today, is his incredible creativity. I knew he was good at punning and rhyming before, from our senseless rap-cum-make the last pun contests, but what he did today really blew my mind. The aforemention ah lan can churn out a poem, where the first letters of each line spell out a phrase or a word, and it actually rhymes. If there was an Olympic event for fastest-composed-totally-pointless-yet-totally-hilarious-poem, he would be the world champion, no question about it. In the span of 5 minutes while i was toking on the phone with him while finishing up my lit essay, he churned out 4 poems about everything under the sun. Here's one of them.. its about.. (who else) me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lustfully she mouths the words&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sexy, haven't you heard?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, i can hear the chicks say,&lt;br /&gt;Not Beishan? that Beishan again?&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly she eggs them on,&lt;br /&gt;Lustfully with her sexy song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that that was the end of it all?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me people? Y'all? Y'all?&lt;br /&gt;Over my dead body will i shut up and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he amazing? I shall write a tribute to him soon. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Thanx Qihui for your wonderful birthday prezzie (Jay chou latest album) !!!! yea!! thanx lots man!! hehehhe.LuB ya!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106095465232820051?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106095465232820051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106095465232820051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106095465232820051' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106087180384680608</id><published>2003-08-14T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T22:41:18.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a Thursday. well, like duh. yes. not in my right frame of mind the whole day. As usual, i felt like sleeping during lessons. and then the feeling of drifting in and out of sleep, like your floating everywhere... so detached...so alienated from your surroundings. people within 1 meter speaking to me, i felt as if both of us were seperated by the Pacific ocean. so close, yet so far. couldnt make out words, only faint muffled voices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cuz, not surprising, slept in class after chinese test. slept on qi hui's lap. as i was about to drift in slumberland, i felt my hair being ruffled, followed by an alarmed voice far away voice, saying ' Bei!! how come you go so much gold hair man?? can i pluck them out? Oh! you've got white hair too ' that, woke me up to a certain degree. white hair? me? pull out? i got frantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' want me to pluck them out for you annot?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' uh..... ' ( i was thinking about the old myth that say by plucking white hair, the same root will be replaced by three white hair strands... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' so how? you do have quite a few you know '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was too tired to even crack my brain about this issue.. i gave her the green light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, the white hair strands was so deeply embedded into my hair roots, that every strand hurts like hell when it was plucked out. checked the ends, the part where it grows outta my hair scalp. the depth was scary man... if u know what i meant. so one by one i counted... until it hit number 5, Qihui told me that there was still a lot and shes getting tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GROWING OLD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not bad though. Gold, black, white hair. nice combination. -gRinz-&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/5626095-106087180384680608?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106087180384680608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106087180384680608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106087180384680608' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626095.post-106084274177034485</id><published>2003-08-14T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T15:12:17.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well&lt;br /&gt;i'm using the ulu-rara-fied-lousy-lao-sai-shitty-fied-gulu-ah-ma-ah-la-lulu-lo-lo-moo-moo-pipi-quak-quak-twit-twit-oie-oie-buuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr COMPUTER in my ulu-rara-fied-lousy-lao-sai-shitty-fied-guku-ah-ma-ah-la-lo-lo-moo-moo-pipi-quak-quak-twit-twit-oie-oie-buuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr class. (shes jus trying to sound cheem!@!!!! -T.)I don't even consider it as a   &lt;strong&gt;c o m p u t e r&lt;/strong&gt;. Its like what can I say, the screen is un-read-able...and i got to strain my eyes to figure out if i'm having any typo error.  Conclusion: our school big-bird-fied principal only knows how to waste OUR money on CCTVs to catch what we are eating during recess and to make sure we&lt;strong&gt; SIT PROPERLY&lt;/strong&gt;.  Well, what can i say.. PL's just a cheapo, lame, gugu, lala-fied, lousy, pipi-twit twit.. (what am I saying? i have no idea) schooL. Yes. Toking about BIG bird, she's just so aunti-fied. Can't stand her man. Oh yes, WAT am i toking about??? i'm suppose to blog in abt my GAY-I-FIED cheena teacher...... yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, she was threatening us that if we don't hand in our yu wen lian xi she will minus ten marks from our chinese test. ARGGGHHH!!!! so pissed off... &lt;strong&gt;beishanrelaxyouhandedin  &lt;/strong&gt;  And LAO shi is another aunti-fied person. NONO, she's gay-i-fied plus aunt-i-fied.. which makes up to gay-ti-fied. OH NO!! *shivers* cold joke. &lt;em&gt;bleah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. that person hu claims to be a GAY... ( AH YONG) wants to use the damn ulu-rara-fied-lousy-lao-sai-shitty-fied-gulu-ah-ma-ah-la-lulu-lo-lo-moo-moo-pipi-quak-quak-twit-twit-oie-oie-buuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr COMPUTER. so i shall be a nice soul and let her use the ulu-rara-fied-lousy-lao-sai-shitty-fied-gulu-ah-ma-ah-la-lulu-lo-lo-moo-moo-pipi-quak-quak-twit-twit-oie-oie-buuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr COMPUTER. yes. so bye bye ulu-rara-fied-lousy-lao-sai-shitty-fied-gulu-ah-ma-ah-la-lulu-lo-lo-moo-moo-pipi-quak-quak-twit-twit-oie-oie-buuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr COMPUTER. See you ulu-rara-fied-lousy-lao-sai-shitty-fied-gulu-ah-ma-ah-la-lulu-lo-lo-moo-moo-pipi-quak-quak-twit-twit-oie-oie-buuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr COMPUTER. God bleSS ulu-rara-fied-lousy-lao-sai-shitty-fied-gulu-ah-ma-ah-la-lulu-lo-lo-moo-moo-pipi-quak-quak-twit-twit-oie-oie-buuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr COMPUTER. Tata ulu-rara-fied-lousy-lao-sai-shitty-fied-gulu-ah-ma-ah-la-lulu-lo-lo-moo-moo-pipi-quak-quak-twit-twit-oie-oie-buuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr COMPUTER. Dunch miss me ulu-rara-fied-lousy-lao-sai-shitty-fied-gulu-ah-ma-ah-la-lulu-lo-lo-moo-moo-pipi-quak-quak-twit-twit-oie-oie-buuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr COMPUTER!! Muacks ulu-rara-fied-lousy-lao-sai-shitty-fied-gulu-ah-ma-ah-la-lulu-lo-lo-moo-moo-pipi-quak-quak-twit-twit-oie-oie-buuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr COMPUTER.!! &lt;strong&gt;beishanstopbeingsolame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626095-106084274177034485?l=dudenight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106084274177034485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626095/posts/default/106084274177034485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dudenight.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106084274177034485' title=''/><author><name>table</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17089731852906683109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
