<?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-7106732</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:14:37.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Ah Vous Dirai-Je]</title><subtitle type='html'>...:tRaUmErAi:...
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`worrier</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-4713641151081016828</id><published>2007-12-12T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:47:31.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A stressful activity</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I would like to implore the Lord to allow us to sell this house before christmas so we can mooooove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'd like to say that people often say that moving is one of the most stressful things people go through in life, so I'd like to get myself ready lol. Naa, I think livejournal's prettier and I don't have to look at html. haha! That's coming from a com nooooob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enigma-poirot.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://enigma-poirot.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix your links and don't forget, there's no tagboard, so please write under Comments!&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can tell me a way to put in a tagboard, please tell me how! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies... this is my 280th post since a Tuesday on the 25th of May, 2004. If I'm not wrong, this is my 2nd or 3rd blog... only because I couldn't ever give the correct username/password for the account. Yes... I can see your eyes rolling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. It won't happen with livejournal, I've been practicing signing in and out! T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-4713641151081016828?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/4713641151081016828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=4713641151081016828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4713641151081016828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4713641151081016828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/12/stressful-activity.html' title='A stressful activity'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2397860956275349061</id><published>2007-12-10T04:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T04:41:38.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game thingy</title><content type='html'>Rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. Hit forward to answer question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Come What May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Running Up That Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Can't Fight The Moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Toxic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline (zomg, I don't even know I have this song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 What was high school life like?&lt;br /&gt;A Voice Within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 How can you get ahead with life?&lt;br /&gt;Speed of Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Intuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 What is today going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 What is in store for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;The Voice Within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Get Up and Use Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Here Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You        (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;Trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;In The Shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;If I Ain't Got You      (is that a yes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Middle Eastern Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Will you have children?&lt;br /&gt;Something About You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 How do you picture yourself 5 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;Try (ing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 What is best to describe your special someone?&lt;br /&gt;5/4     (what kind of answer is this. more than perfect? yes yes yes )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 What is in store for you this coming month?&lt;br /&gt;Gangsta Lovin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 What will your life be like in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;Love At First Sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Will you be successful?&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 How was your childhood like?&lt;br /&gt;A Thousand Miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 What song best describes your mood now?&lt;br /&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 How was it like answering this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Locked Up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2397860956275349061?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2397860956275349061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2397860956275349061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2397860956275349061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2397860956275349061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/12/game-thingy.html' title='Game thingy'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1536523679029121036</id><published>2007-12-06T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:04:01.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doubutsu-uranai village</title><content type='html'>You are Red Tiger who is friendly and cheerful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be straight forward, and are kind and generous to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking you are a philanthropist, and you possess feminine attraction that makes men turn around. (&lt;em&gt;whoa sure not...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are young, you have gentle and pure atmosphere, but as you get older, you start to show individuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality will turn into someone who likes taking care of people, tolerant, and bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike your friendly outlook, you have rational mind, and can even observe your parent objectively and coolly.&lt;em&gt;( yeah very true, that day I prevented my mum from saying something that sounded like she was showing off)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like to be adventurous, and prefer to lead consistent life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you hold great ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't try to act actively, and keeps your own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not influenced by emotions, and can live life with perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness is that you tend to be inconsistent and lack responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stand on top of people and look after the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have great talent in making the atmosphere lively and cheerful. &lt;em&gt;(sure not?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dislike being given instructions and told what to do. (&lt;em&gt;certainly) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting married you will create a warm family, but you will still like to work outside too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1536523679029121036?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1536523679029121036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1536523679029121036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1536523679029121036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1536523679029121036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/12/doubutsu-uranai-village.html' title='doubutsu-uranai village'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-741377300498242030</id><published>2007-12-04T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:07:34.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstacy!</title><content type='html'>The Greatest Hits/Best of album will be out in March and Sophie has confirmed it will be a 2CD! One with bonus tracks/B sides and videos on! Its been rumoured that Sophie has said she wants the following on the bonus disc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never Let Me Down&lt;br /&gt;2. Live It Up - poppy version NOT acoustic&lt;br /&gt;3. The Earth Shook The Devils Hand&lt;br /&gt;4. Yes Sir, I Can Boogie&lt;br /&gt;5. Down With Love&lt;br /&gt;6. Move To The Music&lt;br /&gt;7. Here's To You - previously unreleased on CD&lt;br /&gt;8. Duel&lt;br /&gt;9. One Way Or Another&lt;br /&gt;10. Want You More&lt;br /&gt;11. Dear Jimmy - proper version&lt;br /&gt;12. Colour Me In - previously unreleased&lt;br /&gt;13. Dontcha Wanna Get Crazy - previously unreleased&lt;br /&gt;14. Fame - cover track&lt;br /&gt;15. Music Took My Man - previously unreleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie will be helping launch a brand new environmental scheme called 'Climate Cops'. The project aims to spread environmental awareness.Sophies "If I Cant Dance" song will be featured in the St. Trinians film out 21st December! This COULD mean that this single will be released aswell!Sophie is currently touring with Take That and she is also writing new songs, its been rumoured that shes been writing with Richard X.EXCLUSIVE NEWS - Sophie has said in a recent interview that she is having a "Greatest Hits" Album out March 08 along with a totally new single - so this means no more singles from Trip the Light Fantastic. She is also working with Calvin Harris and hopes to release the 'next chapter' of her career next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVE OVER, SPICEGIRLS. SHE PWNED YOU IN 2000, SHE'S GONNA DO IT AGAIN. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I want Shoot From the Hip and Read My Lips. Buy for me okay people? HINT HINT HINT. CHRISTMAS IS COMING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-741377300498242030?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/741377300498242030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=741377300498242030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/741377300498242030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/741377300498242030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/12/ecstacy.html' title='Ecstacy!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-7194957430262476229</id><published>2007-12-04T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:58:27.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm going to upload loooong overdue photos now. Some are amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was helping my gran pack her room last month when I found a rubik's cube. I was so happy and I brought it back, but it became like that when I got it out of the box. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YR2HCW02I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RYzmxYgHCDY/s1600-h/RubiksCube.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140315645989540706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YR2HCW02I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RYzmxYgHCDY/s320/RubiksCube.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, grace came over and we played scrabble. It was a bad game. She got consonants and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YR2nCW03I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rOswxzHLUFY/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140315654579475314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YR2nCW03I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rOswxzHLUFY/s320/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gave up and tried to get super combos instead. This one's worth 1075 points. Read: Whiiiiieeeeeeeeeeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YR23CW04I/AAAAAAAAAFY/kPJRUmMYqHI/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140315658874442626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YR23CW04I/AAAAAAAAAFY/kPJRUmMYqHI/s320/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for poor picture quality, it's supercalifragilisticexpialidocious with wows at each side. It's worth 8275 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YR3HCW05I/AAAAAAAAAFg/iYyvtpBwUv4/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140315663169409938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YR3HCW05I/AAAAAAAAAFg/iYyvtpBwUv4/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we did a puzzle, which was my 15th birthday gift from a friend. It was a poor quality puzzle though, it wasn't separated and pieces weren't cut properly T_T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I was tempted to send it back to the person for Christmas, saying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Hope you like your gift!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YR3nCW06I/AAAAAAAAAFo/40f2olGXOiY/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140315671759344546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YR3nCW06I/AAAAAAAAAFo/40f2olGXOiY/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we finished it and framed it up. THANKS GRACE! As what I said, I couldn't have done it without you! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YTJ3CW07I/AAAAAAAAAFw/syPoOXl5GNo/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140317084803584946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YTJ3CW07I/AAAAAAAAAFw/syPoOXl5GNo/s320/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Electric Girl comic grace introduced to me. I like it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YRG3CW0xI/AAAAAAAAAEg/k-z1bcNI-CQ/s1600-h/ElectricGirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140314834240721682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YRG3CW0xI/AAAAAAAAAEg/k-z1bcNI-CQ/s320/ElectricGirl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minlu finally gave me my birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YRHXCW0yI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YQ3MslqStpg/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140314842830656290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YRHXCW0yI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YQ3MslqStpg/s320/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YRH3CW0zI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NIOQ8mk3E24/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YRIHCW00I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ASH0jkVC_A0/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140314855715558210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YRIHCW00I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ASH0jkVC_A0/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How it compares with not a poster, but a postcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YRIXCW01I/AAAAAAAAAFA/d0i6263KdEI/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140314860010525522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YRIXCW01I/AAAAAAAAAFA/d0i6263KdEI/s320/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-7194957430262476229?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/7194957430262476229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=7194957430262476229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7194957430262476229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7194957430262476229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/12/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/R1YR2HCW02I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RYzmxYgHCDY/s72-c/RubiksCube.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-7066122754587618276</id><published>2007-12-03T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T06:01:28.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>short post on a day out.</title><content type='html'>Went out with Cheng Yi today to buy shoes and to collect my Cat and Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;She got what she wanted, I got what I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;I helped her bargain, from 148 to 95 (pro right?)&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Coffee Club,&lt;br /&gt;Went to get dinner&lt;br /&gt;Went back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into Kelvin Ho (CO) on the way to Queensway,&lt;br /&gt;Waved,&lt;br /&gt;He was reading soccer in the papers (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;Got subject combi on the way from CJH, (thanks darling)&lt;br /&gt;Got my 1st 1st choice.&lt;br /&gt;Damn happy&lt;br /&gt;Got smart-ass classmates,&lt;br /&gt;Jeff said 'hi classmate' via sms&lt;br /&gt;I told him that i'll compete with pj for him&lt;br /&gt;ended weirdly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, I'm rushing to watch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEROES!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-7066122754587618276?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/7066122754587618276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=7066122754587618276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7066122754587618276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7066122754587618276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/12/short-post-on-day-out.html' title='short post on a day out.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6849407414507680444</id><published>2007-11-30T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T04:40:59.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank!</title><content type='html'>Music- Monsoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, you and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely's the word now and disillusionment's the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's up, cos I'm feeling ever so down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6849407414507680444?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6849407414507680444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6849407414507680444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6849407414507680444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6849407414507680444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/11/blank.html' title='blank!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-959713808129188342</id><published>2007-11-29T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:08:30.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will my prayers be answered?</title><content type='html'>Music- RHCP. Esp after I watched a live concert at video ezy while waiting for my mum to pick her DVDs. She refused to let me borrow Placebo best 1997-2001 and Moby and Muse. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I just realised that subject combis are going to be out soon. Can't say how umcomfortable I am. I think if I don't get my appeal through, I might commit suicide. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, now I'm feeling so restful that I don't feel like moving or doing anything constructive. haha. Aww. I guess I'm going to sleep more and watch movies and get fat. :( Ah yeah, which reminds me that I have a shopping date with emelyne next week. But I've got no money cos I accidentally banked in too much cash the other day. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys are enjoying the hols. Anyone wants to date me? I'm rotting at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-959713808129188342?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/959713808129188342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=959713808129188342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/959713808129188342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/959713808129188342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-will-my-prayers-be-answered.html' title='When will my prayers be answered?'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-4944905481118348484</id><published>2007-11-27T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:34:21.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music- Radiohead's inrainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should I switch to LIVEJOURNAL? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-4944905481118348484?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/4944905481118348484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=4944905481118348484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4944905481118348484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4944905481118348484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/11/music-radioheads-inrainbows-question-is.html' title=''/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2896434269680145364</id><published>2007-11-25T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:40:36.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silent monday</title><content type='html'>Music- Jacintha A. (though she can't judge for nuts, she can sing pretty well for a Singaporean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I've been thinking about moving to Livejournal, it looks nicer and it's less complicated, so I think. At least it's easier to do the whole blogskin thingy. You know, I can change skins without touching html (yay!) and keep the bloody formatting. Yes, I think I am one of the weird youth in Singapore left quite behind by technological advances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm busy with being obsessed over Radiohead (again and again and again after last year I think). Well well, I love my SEB, Radiohead, Moby and Ono Lisa! There, equality of men and woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Borders Parkway yesterday and I was pretty impressed with their goods. Still, I'd go to Wheelock if I fancied a shopping trip. I got the Harry Potter books at last and I got 2 fairy tale stories for 16 bucks. Great right? I meant the Complete Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. The ORIGINAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to argue with my mum now that I should go for a haircut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2896434269680145364?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2896434269680145364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2896434269680145364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2896434269680145364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2896434269680145364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/11/silent-monday.html' title='silent monday'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-935856828462500838</id><published>2007-11-19T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T05:38:15.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>short post.</title><content type='html'>doesn't it feel good when you do something right, at last?&lt;br /&gt;or when something good happens, at last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-935856828462500838?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/935856828462500838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=935856828462500838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/935856828462500838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/935856828462500838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/11/short-post.html' title='short post.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5388746714265518110</id><published>2007-11-12T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:11:54.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>revival</title><content type='html'>Music- one voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after breakfast, I recieved a text from my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Gal, I bought u a planner le... Hahaz'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it ends my search for one. HAHA. It all started when two sundays ago, I casually mentioned that I need a 2008 organiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Huh you need one ah, aiyah, I buy you one next week la!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Interesting huh. Okay maybe it's cos I bought her a birthday present but she didn't get me one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have been rather monotonous, just staring at the com and watching tv. Then if I want to go out my mum will transform into sarcasm physical version 2 and go all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why are you not coming back for lunch tomorrow? (grad day) Going out with friends right?'&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;'Go out and spend money huh. Okay la, since you are feeling so energetic, you go to school yourself tomorrow.'&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy. I keep quiet cos I really can't be bothered. This is the reason why I wish I had an elder brother. For my own selfish reasons. I honestly think my mum is weird and insensitive and insane. No wonder I hardly feel attached to my home. In fact, yesterday afternoon, she forced me to play scrabble with her. I think she only stopped cos she realised that she can't win me. : D In fact, I've been winning the entire year. Cool huh! My highest single word score happens to be 80! Haha cos I used all the 7 tiles on the rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh maybe I could ask a few friends over to piece this puzzle and play some games!!!! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5388746714265518110?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5388746714265518110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5388746714265518110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5388746714265518110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5388746714265518110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/11/revival.html' title='revival'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2368866824909270674</id><published>2007-11-07T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T02:28:30.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniff.</title><content type='html'>Music- When Will I See You Again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pensive recently, aka moody and slightly emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issues, issues and the flu bug :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naa actually stuff have been happening, like my gran talking about dying 0o etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would rather read this post than have me blog about a particular size of staples (which I originally wanted to.). But at least there would be pictures! Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2368866824909270674?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2368866824909270674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2368866824909270674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2368866824909270674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2368866824909270674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/11/sniff.html' title='sniff.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1875258697444518134</id><published>2007-11-01T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T06:00:13.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nervous day</title><content type='html'>Music- Hotel California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, today I went out with eme for a mep outing/ sec-gen outing. Don't wish to talk about the mun, cos I screwed up really badly. Gosh. I took pictures, so they'll be my topic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool artwork eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RynLg6sIfZI/AAAAAAAAADo/OCHCWPsJmFo/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127853417108635026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RynLg6sIfZI/AAAAAAAAADo/OCHCWPsJmFo/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 4i started this autograph book thingy and soon, we were reminiscing the P6 poems and all the childish stuff we did. Like writing your 'gold' friends and putting asteriks for the enemies' names. So... we decided to come up with new stuff while revising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dunno why celine's head has to be visible when I'm taking a pic of a poem pertaining to intelligence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RynLhKsIfaI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8xDRWwpmG0/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127853421403602338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RynLhKsIfaI/AAAAAAAAADw/K8xDRWwpmG0/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RynLhKsIfbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dLQ0TWDV3vc/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127853421403602354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RynLhKsIfbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dLQ0TWDV3vc/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from today. The delegates from Malaysia (not all) must be proud to be in the same photograph as the dua Secretary General.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RynLhasIfcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KaX05CckNec/s1600-h/DSC00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127853425698569666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RynLhasIfcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KaX05CckNec/s320/DSC00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Swensen's outing. Stupid celine, instigating us to spend so much money. Must be her evil plot to take over our wallets. Better do a background check on her, maybe she owns Swensens. 0o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RynLhqsIfdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kH5ZW2TyVaM/s1600-h/DSC08376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127853429993536978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RynLhqsIfdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kH5ZW2TyVaM/s320/DSC08376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, and tomorrow's the last day of school, funnily, I don't feel sad or anything, just that I don't like the idea of having a new class next year. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, despite clearing the hcl os, I don't feel happy though ytd was the day I had been waiting for for 4 years. Ha. Hope I get a B at least though. Must be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall go watch tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1875258697444518134?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1875258697444518134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1875258697444518134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1875258697444518134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1875258697444518134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/11/nervous-day.html' title='A nervous day'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RynLg6sIfZI/AAAAAAAAADo/OCHCWPsJmFo/s72-c/DSC00321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2180109362374912206</id><published>2007-10-28T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T01:22:37.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck at home on a SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music- SEB (is my obsession back again?) ahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO sian. I hate being at home on a Sunday afternoon. But at least I can update my blog. Using pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for ice-cream on Thurs, with the mep class (minus jeff) and Ms Tan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRCWasIfBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mZVGZGrgq9M/s1600-h/B%26JOuting.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRDkqsIfII/AAAAAAAAABk/xPl6Vzy2JL4/s1600-h/B%26JOuting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126296573068213378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRDkqsIfII/AAAAAAAAABk/xPl6Vzy2JL4/s320/B%26JOuting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Yuru and Eme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRDkasIfHI/AAAAAAAAABc/WQJBzN4-bxc/s1600-h/DSC00669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126296568773246066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRDkasIfHI/AAAAAAAAABc/WQJBzN4-bxc/s320/DSC00669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yl and I had loads of fun during bio expt this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAR!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRC-KsIfDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oXSyxKh24_0/s1600-h/DSC00841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126295911643249714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRC-KsIfDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oXSyxKh24_0/s320/DSC00841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOOO I LOST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRC-6sIfEI/AAAAAAAAABE/zV2usbEa9NI/s1600-h/DSC00842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126295924528151618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRC-6sIfEI/AAAAAAAAABE/zV2usbEa9NI/s320/DSC00842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YL's gun had x10 firepower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRC_KsIfFI/AAAAAAAAABM/aB45drTwpD8/s1600-h/DSC00843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126295928823118930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRC_KsIfFI/AAAAAAAAABM/aB45drTwpD8/s320/DSC00843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine... normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRC_asIfGI/AAAAAAAAABU/EzQPqVSkaqc/s1600-h/DSC00844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126295933118086242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRC_asIfGI/AAAAAAAAABU/EzQPqVSkaqc/s320/DSC00844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally on Wed, 4I produced evidence that WEI LIANG should stop singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look closely at the bus window behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyREHKsIfJI/AAAAAAAAABs/cBQPtw2EJ78/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126297165773700242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyREHKsIfJI/AAAAAAAAABs/cBQPtw2EJ78/s320/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyREHasIfKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vvGo0Lgm2Bc/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126297170068667554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyREHasIfKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vvGo0Lgm2Bc/s320/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, even the window cracked... sure shows how much his voice is appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't have Celine's brains, but we have the same slippers... (btw the colour isn't a camera trick.) One's 4 years old and the other is brand new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyREkasIfLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YugSdrtCYPU/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126297668284873906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyREkasIfLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YugSdrtCYPU/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tsk tsk tsk, Ms Pear was showing off her sexy back... pity TLC wasn't around, so dora and I helped her cover up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRE5asIfMI/AAAAAAAAACE/L6sLAGiimUc/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126298029062126786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRE5asIfMI/AAAAAAAAACE/L6sLAGiimUc/s320/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice sea view, it was really overcast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRFZqsIfOI/AAAAAAAAACU/UeFxeQSJBpg/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126298583112908002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRFZqsIfOI/AAAAAAAAACU/UeFxeQSJBpg/s320/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forgetting the pretty sea too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRFZKsIfNI/AAAAAAAAACM/s0MK1S8lAJE/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126298574522973394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRFZKsIfNI/AAAAAAAAACM/s0MK1S8lAJE/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took these last Sunday during Xperience with Celine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;City view of CBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRFZ6sIfPI/AAAAAAAAACc/T4-S_w26tfM/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126298587407875314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRFZ6sIfPI/AAAAAAAAACc/T4-S_w26tfM/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch Singapore's national bird at the Bird Park II for a limited time only, so HURRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRFaKsIfQI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQXAvNsup7g/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126298591702842626" style="CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRFaKsIfQI/AAAAAAAAACk/HQXAvNsup7g/s320/DSC00300.JPG" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2180109362374912206?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2180109362374912206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2180109362374912206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2180109362374912206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2180109362374912206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/10/stuck-at-home-on-sunday.html' title='Stuck at home on a SUNDAY'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RyRDkqsIfII/AAAAAAAAABk/xPl6Vzy2JL4/s72-c/B%26JOuting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6635854695525722848</id><published>2007-10-22T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T06:00:10.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not them!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Music- Mute Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYO, okay, I'd better clean my reputation up, I meant I like cool jazz, not those 881 style techno. Gosh. COOL JAZZ. I think I only mentioned that disgusting genre cos Moby's classified under techno (for some reason) and I don't understand why people don't appreciate him and I was a tad pissed. Yeah. FRIENDS DON'T FORSAKE ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of ISAC! Yes! Together with grace, the rest I shan't care first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, despite how yl praises incubus, I don't LOVE them as much as she does. I'm still shopping around for my dream brit pop band. Or brit rock or whatever. I rarely like them americans. So if I get the PSC, I'll be serving a 6-year bond. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored, going to collect my gv card tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6635854695525722848?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6635854695525722848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6635854695525722848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6635854695525722848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6635854695525722848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-them.html' title='not them!!!!!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6035989334627870334</id><published>2007-10-19T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:22:01.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do early in the morning?</title><content type='html'>Music- I've got Schindler's list playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite watching that bio documentary, I listen to depressing music at 8 in the morning, approximately for half an hour already. So don't blame me if I'm moody later at lunch, folks! I think I'm going to make an effort to wear red or something bright to brighten my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Ima read some blogs then go eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6035989334627870334?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6035989334627870334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6035989334627870334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6035989334627870334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6035989334627870334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-do-you-do-early-in-morning.html' title='What do you do early in the morning?'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-4218880083919939593</id><published>2007-10-12T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:03:04.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Professions</title><content type='html'>MOBY ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNO ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MOBY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S ONE OF THE NON-CRAP US ARTISTES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-4218880083919939593?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/4218880083919939593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=4218880083919939593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4218880083919939593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4218880083919939593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/10/professions.html' title='Professions'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6833587197595828517</id><published>2007-10-12T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:50:43.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when pissed is an understatement</title><content type='html'>Music- Radiohead &amp;amp; Hard-Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed is an understatement. Really. Phooey. I HATE YOU ***** *** **** ****!!!!!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all thanks to Her Royal Highness, Dorothy, CS and I forgot who, I have been elected as the mock UN secretary general. T_T How honoured I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing that happened yesterday was that I got to have a surprise chat with an old friend for nearly 3 hours, till the full batt phone was out of battery. lol! Hmm, I managed to clear alot on my mind, so yeah I'm very grateful to that friend of mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's going to be a sleeeeepy day. Dad's painting the house, mum's ironing clothes and I'm slacking. At 1 in the afternoon on a  Saturday. Wow. Usually I'd be having my piano lesson but she's away for 3 weeks. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. I'm going to visit mocca.com and check out some moby videos now I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6833587197595828517?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6833587197595828517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6833587197595828517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6833587197595828517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6833587197595828517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-pissed-is-understatement.html' title='when pissed is an understatement'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-3429269029581298210</id><published>2007-10-09T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:08:37.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Uniforms</title><content type='html'>Music- Blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home yesterday, jefferson (whom I am "rivaling with pei jean for"), wynne and I were talking about hci's "fireproof" uniforms? (care to comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said her friend tried burning the uniform in front of her and it didn't catch fire. In fact he stopped heating cos he was getting a little hot under the collar. (oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she watched a video of a bunch of people pouring gasoline all over it and setting it on fire. It finished burnt, but otherwise intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how much does the uniform cost then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gave an explanation for this uncanny ability with something which may not be pleasant to any hci person's ears. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because of that nasty statement that I got what I deserved. :/ Just before a month before school ends, a button breaks. wetqwkgasfgflkgsdgedt^%#$%($:*%njdfkg!!!!!!!! Yes so I had to get my hands on one from Jasmine. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also do hope the new senior high uniform turns out well and wearable and at least more acceptable. I don't care about the guys' uniform though :) How time flies &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and how dreams are dashed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh and today, we saw this o level mep examiner that looked a lot like Ms lin. gosh. and Joel said something Funny. (besides his crazy rendition of the O2 jam soundalike of the beethoven pathetique, aka V3? as it uses china cymbals and orchestra hits that come in WAY TOO EARLY. Sorry, MEP ELECTIVE joke) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Hey geneve, is the examiner chio?&lt;br /&gt;G: No idea, why?&lt;br /&gt;J: cos if she's chio I'll make sure I'll play better&lt;br /&gt;G: T_T Whatever, if the examiner is handsome I'll play better?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we weren't the ones being examined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. I'm tired. Oh no, we're getting back papers tmr. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-3429269029581298210?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/3429269029581298210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=3429269029581298210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3429269029581298210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3429269029581298210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/10/school-uniforms.html' title='School Uniforms'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6107399575248445136</id><published>2007-10-04T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T03:14:01.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah-</title><content type='html'>Music- coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get bored during music lessons, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;We, the MEP A-Level class (5/9 ppl) of dunman, create ringtones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Pay me $10 per ringtone to OWN one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't gawk, it's the market rate, du-de.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard a conversation my mum was having with (another) housing agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: At first we decided to get a 2- room because I didn't want to do so much cleaning anymore. Besides, I don't think my daughter will live (with us) for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now it's time to continue my search for a song for Mrs Loke's Assignment. That's the name. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6107399575248445136?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6107399575248445136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6107399575248445136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6107399575248445136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6107399575248445136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/10/blah.html' title='blah-'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6024951752490996197</id><published>2007-10-02T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:12:37.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz 2</title><content type='html'>1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Geneve  Yeo Zhina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WHAT COLOUR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ARE YOUR LEGS CROSSED?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;nice and evening-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. LAST PERSON YOU TAlKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;My mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?&lt;br /&gt;um a tad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FAVOURITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Er. Fruit juice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;not yet, babe. red wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What is your favourite sport?&lt;br /&gt;I don't practice preferences man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. HAIR COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.EYE COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;...very dark brown, but it makes little difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;The answer depends on who's asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.FAVOURITE MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;Hm. December? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.FAVOURITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;Ratatouille, with my papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;My birthday? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. SATURDAY OR SUNDAY?&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are busy bee days, sundays are sian, cos you have sch the next day and mine isn't particularly attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE MARMITE?&lt;br /&gt;I liked it when my mum bought it when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Autumn. Winter snow gets you blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;my dad's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;good omens, life of schubert and life of gershwin and sandman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. DO YOU WAKE UP BEFORE YOUR ALARM GOES OFF ?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. DO YOU MISS BIG BROTHER YET?&lt;br /&gt;No, I never watched it x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVOURITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;bread, cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT INSPIRES YOU?&lt;br /&gt;very little stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN?&lt;br /&gt;plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVOURITE CRISPS?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't eaten them for months. Never liked them much really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. FAVOURITE CAR?&lt;br /&gt;peugeot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVOURITE FLOWER?&lt;br /&gt;No preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. CAN YOU JUGGLE?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;friday, cos it gives you false hope of resting during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. RED OR WHITE WINE?&lt;br /&gt;red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;LA FILM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. DO YOU OWN A DONOR CARD?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;zzz getting to the bus on time and how to avoid ms fang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ONCE YOU HAVE FINISHED THIS ?&lt;br /&gt;Play benjamin's accompaniment piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6024951752490996197?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6024951752490996197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6024951752490996197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6024951752490996197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6024951752490996197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/10/quiz-2.html' title='quiz 2'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-3016901315294018888</id><published>2007-10-02T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:00:28.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. What is more difficult: looking into someone's eyes when telling how you feel, or looking into someone's eyes when they tell you how they feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The former.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Think of the last time you were angry. Why were you angry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um the last time my dad asked me my sat schedule for the millionth time every sat without fail and he says I NEVER TELL HIM. YEAH RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. You will die in three minutes. Last call?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to god: heaven? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. If you could do anything OR wish anything, what would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be the world's best damn classical musician&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. You can have one of the following two things: trust or love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;trust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. You are walking to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss told you if you are late one more time you're fired. Do you save the dog?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;indirectly yes, i always have my ways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Would you or have you ever blackmailed someone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not. yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give one year of your life. Do you do it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no, cos i didn't really know that person that well &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, but you're asking me based on my own preferences so duh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Does sex=love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;duh no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Are you old fashioned?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In some ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...this is sad, but I'll see how good a catch he is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The former &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my baggage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, if you HAD to, even if you have "no regrets" what would you change?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too much, really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Imagine. It is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I could save them, but the thing is I don't know CPR. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. You are holding onto your grandmother's dying hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other which one would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey I said I have my means man! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. When and how was the last time you told someone how you REALLY feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly, that was eons ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. If you had three months to live do you tell anyone or everyone you are going to die?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope, at least I'll die with the truth of knowing who really bothers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. What do you do with your remaining days?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do everything I ever wanted to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Would you be afraid?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Certainly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-3016901315294018888?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/3016901315294018888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=3016901315294018888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3016901315294018888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3016901315294018888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/10/quiz-1.html' title='quiz 1'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-3602565730073874095</id><published>2007-10-02T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T02:48:48.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>show your face on FACEBOOK</title><content type='html'>Music- brit bands; hard-fi, blur etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emelyne Fok: YOU did NOT introduce facebook to dunman man... and I joined only cos it was on my list of "after-exam activities"! AND NO MORE FLY JOKES. NO MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If- shucks I couldn't remember what I wanted to type, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um let's just talk about something else ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope we manage to sell the house we're living in so we can move out. After weighing the consequences, I really think I'd sacrifice convenience for environment. Especially since jc only lasts 2 years and nus would be nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can't stand giving way to those things you put-on-the-wall-to-hang-stuff-on. (can't say too directly, prolly not politically right). Vomit. My mum is like a thousand times more pissed off with them, she's called the police so many times that I think she knows every single receptionist -.- not forgetting screaming at Them. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy a challenge, girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go look for a decent job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that they're the only ones betraying themselves anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad recently started forcing me to wear that disgustingly uncomfortable back brace thing again. eww. Although it'll cure me of my back pains, I hate being straighted up like that. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is when you lie down to sleep every night and you feel excruciating pain as your backbone straightens. ouch is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I personally think it's be more helpful if I chose to look up when I walk instead of stare at the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-3602565730073874095?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/3602565730073874095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=3602565730073874095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3602565730073874095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3602565730073874095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/10/show-your-face-on-facebook.html' title='show your face on FACEBOOK'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-4709034654486518013</id><published>2007-09-28T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T06:07:13.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>Music- Hard Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh I hate hate hate getting texts that ask you for favours rudely and then that idiot starts questioning you. Go to heaven woman/dude. Damn you. ARRGH. I SHALL NOT EVER REPLY YOUR TEXTS. damn you damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, thank you so much ah cs. How'd you know i didn't mean chinese society? huh? Nevertheless, it was entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaes, to all those peeps out there chionging for Os, jiayou!!!!! Just treat the thing like a donut, sure very motivated one! :D At least you guys have a chance, you know, to have a change of environment, though it may be very stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why can't they give me another chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-4709034654486518013?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/4709034654486518013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=4709034654486518013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4709034654486518013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4709034654486518013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/09/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2343245949888326750</id><published>2007-09-26T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T03:13:45.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz!</title><content type='html'>1. the person who tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;MARCUS QUEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the relation w him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;ex-classmates from p5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 impressions you have of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;1. petty (: yes I mean it. &lt;br /&gt;2. niao1 with money&lt;br /&gt;3. emo elmo&lt;br /&gt;4. (i'd like to say sth nice, but I can't think of anything yet. ) needy at weird timings&lt;br /&gt;5. petty. (yes I ran out of words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the most memorable thing he/she has done for you:&lt;br /&gt;I remember how he, jon neo and I think yiding and I played this family thingy tgt in p6. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the most memorable words he/she has said to you:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I can only rmb some threats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if he/she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;commit suicide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be:&lt;br /&gt;pettiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. if he/she becomes your enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;ignore him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;GIVE HIM LESSONS TO GET STH IN RETURN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. your overall impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;petty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. how you think people around you will feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;uhh crazy talkative *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. the characteristic you love about yourself is:&lt;br /&gt;perfectionism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. the characteristic you hate about yourself is:&lt;br /&gt;unable to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. the most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;not be, but emulate. uhh, yo-yo ma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. for people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;how long more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. pass this quiz to 11 people that you wish to know how they feel about you (randomly selected from my links)&lt;br /&gt;1) grace ho&lt;br /&gt;2) lihui&lt;br /&gt;3) yuan lin&lt;br /&gt;4) rebecca&lt;br /&gt;5) minlu&lt;br /&gt;6) elysia&lt;br /&gt;7) jon neo&lt;br /&gt;8) cs (LIHUI DON'T BE JEALOUS)&lt;br /&gt;9) yun tong&lt;br /&gt;10) dora&lt;br /&gt;11) jasper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is no.6 [elysia] having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure no, unless someone got a move on without telling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.9 [yun tong] a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;female... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no.7 [jon neo] and 10 [dora] are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;interesting.... but not really, cos a certain female will be uhh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no.2 [lihui] studying?&lt;br /&gt;the encyclopeadia of ching siang? I dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no.3 [yuan lin]?&lt;br /&gt;today at sch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music does no.8 [cs] like?&lt;br /&gt;crap songs! no la, mostly mando pop? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 [g ho] have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;duh young bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo no.3 [yuan lin]?&lt;br /&gt;I like this question! We're an official couple already, so yl's wooing me (: LOVE YOU CHARLES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no.7 [jon neo]?&lt;br /&gt;cough, he has ahem already, who is more suitable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.4 single [rebecca]?&lt;br /&gt;are you? i guess so . yeah..single .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the surname of no.5 [minlu]?&lt;br /&gt;ZHENG. Very straight. hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the hobby of no.4 [rebecca]?&lt;br /&gt;mugging (: no la, co? i dunno. :/ AHH BAKING/ COOKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do no.5 [minlu] and 9 [yun tong] get along well?&lt;br /&gt;average I guess. all cs ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is no.2 [lihui] studying at?&lt;br /&gt;rjc! (old campus) dhs 4i &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something casual about no.1 [grace ho]?&lt;br /&gt;things are working out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for no.8 [cs]?&lt;br /&gt;Cannot la, taken by my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no.9 [yun tong] live?&lt;br /&gt;this is difficult. I don't know. tampines? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour does no.4 [rebecca] like?&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh?! I guess pink? :x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are no.5 [minlu] and 1 [g ho] best friends?&lt;br /&gt;they don't even know each other! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.7 [jon neo] like no.2[lihui]?&lt;br /&gt;unless lihui gets a christian name, no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know no.2[lihui]?&lt;br /&gt;same class, but better cos of science fairS and Ctan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 [g ho] have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.7 [jon neo] the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;that's a severe overstatement! No comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: No insults intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2343245949888326750?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2343245949888326750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2343245949888326750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2343245949888326750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2343245949888326750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/09/quiz.html' title='Quiz!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1223575641299608988</id><published>2007-09-19T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:46:17.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>add-on</title><content type='html'>Damn, after blog hopping, I've got stuff to say again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got upset about stuff. Like cca and how a simple call threatened to slice tears out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I entered dhs, I've been feeling that we're all just carbon copies of each other and I'm just another good in a manufacturing company. Which makes stuff that people used to say or outside people say... insignificant and cumbersome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how people say that I'm "effectively bilingual" and there's this lady in church that keeps encouraging me to do eng-chi translation. She used to try to train this other translator that's slightly older than me. She gave her loads of attention but doesn't talk to me about those stuff though we're pretty close. Double meanings huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when mrs tan and I had this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT: So what do you really want from your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know... just to be able to talk about anything and everything?&lt;br /&gt;MT: ahh, you're not looking for a friend then, you're looking for a soulmate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing how dictionary explanations don't always work eh. And how certain people can see through you just like a coroner. Every reason, every deed. Sigh. And how sometimes the old wounds keep coming back and hurting you and numbing that spot even more but it still hurts and how everything comes back at once like a gush of water cascading down mt. everest. Sigh. I need to let go of so much, but that's because I'm holding on to a bloody monkey bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1223575641299608988?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1223575641299608988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1223575641299608988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1223575641299608988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1223575641299608988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/09/add-on.html' title='add-on'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-4911946926235121275</id><published>2007-09-19T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:11:42.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liberation part 2</title><content type='html'>Music- even more jazz and organic music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm happy... cos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shook an irritating prob off, jh would know : D&lt;br /&gt;2. Settled benjamin's o level mep stuff. &lt;br /&gt;3. Talked to minlu and revised geog. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Another nice thing happened&lt;br /&gt;5. I secretly signed my name at an employment agency. &lt;br /&gt;6. I striked at bowling today! and I CAN SPIN THE BALL!&lt;br /&gt;7. Grace's got a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;8. That it's going to be Thurs tmr&lt;br /&gt;9. That I'll be getting piano scores tmr to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sad... cos:&lt;br /&gt;1. I think my rashes are coming back. ARGH&lt;br /&gt;2. My eyes are very dry and painful&lt;br /&gt;3. I CAN'T WATCH RATATOUILLE ON THE COM FOR I DUNNO WHAT REASON&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm tired but I can't sleep :(&lt;br /&gt;5. Grace wasn't at school :( and she's sick :(&lt;br /&gt;6. Sad that Rachmaninov had a sad life like Schubert. &lt;br /&gt;7. That I still don't know what I'm allergic to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well overall, I should be happy today eh? I shan't let the bloody rashes get to me. Try scratching your fingers and typing at the same time. That's why my post is short. ciao... And g'luck to all those piaing for Os/ eoys! (: jiayou peeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am teaching piano and/or theory for beginners - grade 3.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an MEP student.&lt;br /&gt;I've got Grade 8 in piano and music theory.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing my dip abrsm.&lt;br /&gt;Contact me if you need a teacher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-4911946926235121275?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/4911946926235121275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=4911946926235121275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4911946926235121275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4911946926235121275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/09/liberation-part-2.html' title='liberation part 2'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-3129159945070007319</id><published>2007-09-14T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:44:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POST EXAM POST</title><content type='html'>Music- Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES LIBERATION. C'est magnifique! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RuqOUd_1bwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z-lsIykQjCU/s1600-h/studytable.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RuqOUd_1bwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z-lsIykQjCU/s320/studytable.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110053209506148098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RuqOdt_1bxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zBFzL3ehPa4/s1600-h/stress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RuqOdt_1bxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zBFzL3ehPa4/s320/stress.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110053368419938066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a celebratory lunch at pizza hut with yl, cy and lh. Lihui was such a greedy pig la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RuqO8t_1byI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NzJHXIYPVeU/s1600-h/lihuiandcheese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RuqO8t_1byI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NzJHXIYPVeU/s320/lihuiandcheese.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110053900995882786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the lump of cheese powder by the side?&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk, but at least it's a lesson to her not to say... anything. you want to put how much then put how much lor. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After liberation- pia music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. decide to learn pop or jazz piano&lt;br /&gt;2. research. :(&lt;br /&gt;3. work on the accompaniment pieces&lt;br /&gt;4. pack room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluck to those that are still having prelims and eoys etc. and to those bsp ppl, happy chinaing. All that I know is that I never want to go there again. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HIGH NOW!!!!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, I need a SHOEBAG and a new WALLET. hint hint. I know some people haven't gotten my birthday presents yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-3129159945070007319?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/3129159945070007319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=3129159945070007319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3129159945070007319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3129159945070007319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-exam-post.html' title='POST EXAM POST'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RuqOUd_1bwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z-lsIykQjCU/s72-c/studytable.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-7303192870643657001</id><published>2007-08-31T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T05:37:18.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hear the sound of violins</title><content type='html'>Yeah I'm very bored and stressed and itchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hows your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;its still in my chest, beating normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when was the last time you went out?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, to the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what was the latest movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;geylang east&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what made you smile today?&lt;br /&gt;the dyb blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. the last time you fell in love?&lt;br /&gt;don't tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. when was the last time you were drunk?&lt;br /&gt;not yet but i'm going to be cos ima start on red wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever loved someone so deep?&lt;br /&gt;maybe baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. what is your status right now?&lt;br /&gt;online (: hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;no. i've been sleeping well lately (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. what were you doing this mornin at 7 am?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. what were you doing this morning at 10 am?&lt;br /&gt;crapping with my mum and scratching my rashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. what were you doing this afternoon at 12 pm?&lt;br /&gt;pouting cos I didn't have lunch and I was hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Name a place you want to visit.&lt;br /&gt;paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. how many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;one on each ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. do you have a tatoo?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. what was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;dinner. grilled salmon, sauteed veges and brown rice. hoho so healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. what was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;i just swallowed salivary amylase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what do you want to do today ?&lt;br /&gt;sleeeeeep and stop scratching my rashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. do you have a nick name?&lt;br /&gt;gen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. things you need to do everyday?&lt;br /&gt;eat shit sleep. afterall, ssdd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. are you a type of person who easily gets hurt?&lt;br /&gt;i think so, just that i dont show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. the last thing you said to one of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. the last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;minlu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. the last person who sent you a message?&lt;br /&gt;im would be rebecca, sms would be biyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. the last person you chat with?&lt;br /&gt;chat online would be lihui and rebecca, phone would be to an employee from F&amp;N to complain. not exactly a chat huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. the last person you talked with?&lt;br /&gt;an F&amp;N employee called mollie (: MOLLIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. what can't you live without?&lt;br /&gt;food and oxygen HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. what song(s) is(are) in your head now?&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the title, but it goes "i can hear the sound of violins long before they begin..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. is there someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;yeah totally. myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. where are you?&lt;br /&gt;home sitting in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. having a date?&lt;br /&gt;sure man. with minlu after hcl os. which she conveniently reminded me is the next day after the LANG LANG CONCERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. who do you want to meet?&lt;br /&gt;Artur Rubenstein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-7303192870643657001?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/7303192870643657001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=7303192870643657001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7303192870643657001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7303192870643657001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-can-hear-sound-of-violins.html' title='I can hear the sound of violins'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5667799589625801813</id><published>2007-08-21T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T06:51:03.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slacker</title><content type='html'>Music- Orange Pekoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grapes are great computer food (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I need to finish those cursed prog booklets for mep. After seeing the people on 16 aug, I must say I feel challenged. Great job in setting those standards, peeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well oh, today was a sleepy day ;) my charles will know why. long story, in short it's about medicine i took last night at 10 plus. Cos I had an allergy and I went to the doc. He gave me some medicine, one of which may cause drousiness. I woke up not being able to walk in a straight line this morning. Brilliant. Wanted to skip school, but there was the math test (which was a killer) and besides, being sleepy would be a lame reason in the parent's letter. So I went. I slept during the whole of chem (: luckily i woke in time for the math test hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till 24 hours later, it hasn't really worn off. My breathing is still laboured. Alas! The powers of a small pill. Hope the $6 per pill gastric medicine I'm taking now works even better. So ex. Yes people, gastric gets me everyday. Take care of your diets, don't end up like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5667799589625801813?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5667799589625801813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5667799589625801813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5667799589625801813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5667799589625801813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/08/slacker.html' title='slacker'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1294809512024509221</id><published>2007-08-19T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T05:59:47.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an unproductive day</title><content type='html'>Music- nothing much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really needed rest, like mental rest; doing nothing to do with work. For these few days, I've been suffering from tension headaches the entire day. It's really horrible, like having your mum nag and nag and nag while she chops the beef into large chunks, all in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that if I can't get any sleep (the insomnia), I might as well spend the day relaxing, or I'll die before Thurs. Thursday- MY RECITAL (: If you are my friend, be at LT 3 by 3.15 on 23 Aug to support me muahaha. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched part of this korean drama today (unintentional) and it was rather touching. I told my mum that sad shows are nice and she looked at me like I was an alien. wdv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared dinner, ate and uhh now slacking still. I'm going to sleep at 9.30 (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, sorry lh, couldn't go to the service centre cos 1. not very free, 2. tired, 3. lazy : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1294809512024509221?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1294809512024509221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1294809512024509221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1294809512024509221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1294809512024509221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/08/unproductive-day.html' title='an unproductive day'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5876522456322295613</id><published>2007-08-17T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:46:44.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making a difference</title><content type='html'>Music- uhh just the usual random cool jazz songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pleasant surprise today when I went online at 6 plus. My cousin left me a message on friendster, updating me about herself. It was great hearing from her and even better to know that she just got hitched! Haha. It's so interesting, seeing how our relationship has metamorphosized over time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long long ago, she was only a cousin, then when we became closer, she started taking me out, like to watch movies etc. Then she became my piano teacher and after she went to Australia to study music, she became closer to my mum. Still, it's our choice of topics that change really. NOW SHE'S MARRIED. She's 9 years older than me, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church just now, just got back. At aorund 9.30, I went to the toilet and the bass guitarist saw me. He asked me if I wanted to watch the fireworks display so I amused him for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Actually I'm not really very interested in fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;He: Oh, but I'm sure you'll like them next time.&lt;br /&gt;M: But my liking has been dropping.&lt;br /&gt;H: I meant 'that' kind of fireworks -points towards the guitarist and her guy- &lt;br /&gt;M: oh CHE! -goes to toilet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my mum got an allergy attack (dust this time). It was very bad and her whole body was red. I came home and she made my dad drive her to the doctor. As usual, he was complaining about helping her (some kind of guy huh). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I hung up, my mum began talking about how disappointed she's been recently with him (including other issues). I asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what did you see in him?"&lt;br /&gt;"... I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I was so conked out I was closing my eyes and playing the keyboard throughout. What else? Writing stuff for MEP. I wonder why I still have the patience and stamina to blog now. I'm SLEEPY SLEEPY SLEEPY and there's still the pcd (not the dolls) presentation and prog notes and the piano to practise and no time to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5876522456322295613?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5876522456322295613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5876522456322295613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5876522456322295613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5876522456322295613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/08/making-difference.html' title='making a difference'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-8242436777789379405</id><published>2007-08-06T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T06:29:20.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quizes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D3CDDA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 80% Abnormal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E4E1E8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at high risk for being a psychopath. It is very likely that you have no soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at high risk for having a borderline personality. It is very likely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at high risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is very likely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at high risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is very likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life is 73% Off Track&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoulivingthewronglifequiz/life-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're honest with yourself, you have to admit that you often feel like you're living the wrong life.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty easy conclusion to come to - because it seems like not a lot is going right.&lt;br /&gt;Consider finding a life coach or mentor. You need some encouragement in turning your life around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoulivingthewronglifequiz/"&gt;Are You Living The Wrong Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Midnight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/midnight.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/"&gt;What Time Of Day Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/sad.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very sensitive soul.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have.&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're part lady, part modern woman.&lt;br /&gt;Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Make a Great First Impression&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/impression-1.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can handle almost any social situation with grace, even the tricky ones.&lt;br /&gt;Strangers often find you charming and interesting. You are often remembered fondly.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not naturally outgoing, you can make conversation with anyone if you need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you were born this way or had to work to get here, you are definitely charismatic.&lt;br /&gt;You're popular and well liked. People definitely look forward to being around you.&lt;br /&gt;Your social connections bring you a full and rich life. You understand how important it is to make a lasting impression.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/"&gt;What Kind of First Impression Do You Make?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Drama Princess (or Prince)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/princess.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not over the top dramatic, but you have your moments.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to steal the spotlight...&lt;br /&gt;And how to act out to get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around you know that you're good for a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, your drama gets a bit too much for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Tone it down a tad, and you'll still be the center of attention.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/"&gt;Are You a Drama Queen (or King)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 25% Left Brained, 75% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 45% Normal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/somewhat-normal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...&lt;br /&gt;Other things you do are downright strange&lt;br /&gt;You've got a little of your freak going on&lt;br /&gt;But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about my thing for strangulation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-8242436777789379405?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/8242436777789379405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=8242436777789379405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8242436777789379405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8242436777789379405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/08/quizes.html' title='quizes!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5082164580473843778</id><published>2007-08-06T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:33:44.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need a love song to set me free!</title><content type='html'>Music- Out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an interesting day, but a lousy day for eme, I really pity you dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an alternative route to the bus today, although I knew that route was a shorter one. However, I like walking along dark, straight paths better than walking along a bright main road. Anyway, I enjoyed myself thoroughly "stalking" that girl in front of me. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin came over to look for me and in short, he hasn't passed me the accompaniment score for his prelim, which is next monday... and he doesn't even know the timing and day! Sigh- Then Eme came over, shrieking that she'd forgotten to bring Kamien. Luckily for her, Jiahui saved her life! (: Haha. And that poor girl discovered that she'd lost her wallet, most prolly on the bus. To add on, she's got a bad cold and uhh she was announcing it to the world lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally took the class photos!! Yay! It was terribly weird, some of the poses, but I daresay they were cool, better than not having any graduation photo lol. 4I (blank) Absent: (all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEPMEPMEPMEPMEPMEPMEPMEP!&lt;br /&gt;Tenterhooks! Cos everyone could rattle off the instrumentation, keys and themes, but I was totally blanked out. Lazy me already didn't care much since I only cared where to get my info to juxtapose the Classical-Romanticist that Brahms (pukes) is. (: Yeah uhh anyway that was the only question that could possibly come out. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with pj and mengdie, but I decided to chat with gy while they went to the co room. When I walked to the canteen with him, I saw lihi and cy sitting there, so I said hi. They said they were waiting for me, but I was skeptical, since YOU PEOPlE ALWAYS TRICK ME. Not bad, they waited for 1 1/2 hours! Haha tnx buddies! However, on the way to the mrt, I saw pj and mengdie and they were like... we waited for you! and left. Ooops. So lh and cy happily said that they were displaced -.- (reference- TLC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, crappy ride home and I was taking the escalator when jw called, saying that she saw me. -.- Okay and we had to discuss stuff too. Blah blah blah then went home, mugged harry potter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum tried to show off her knowledge of medicine to me -yawn- etc etc etc and I think I should stop blogging and start testifying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5082164580473843778?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5082164580473843778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5082164580473843778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5082164580473843778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5082164580473843778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-need-love-song-to-set-me-free.html' title='I don&apos;t need a love song to set me free!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-7240746748704924156</id><published>2007-07-30T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T06:36:41.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Time- Blur</title><content type='html'>Where's the love song? &lt;br /&gt;To set us free &lt;br /&gt;Too many people down &lt;br /&gt;Everything turning the wrong way around &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what love will be &lt;br /&gt;But if we start dreaming now &lt;br /&gt;Lord knows we'll never leave the clouds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:] &lt;br /&gt;And you've been so busy lately &lt;br /&gt;that you haven't found the time &lt;br /&gt;To open up your mind &lt;br /&gt;And watch the world spinning gently out of time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the sunshine on your face &lt;br /&gt;It's in a computer now &lt;br /&gt;Gone are the future, way out in space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[REPEAT CHORUS (x2)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm not dreaming but are we out of time? &lt;br /&gt;(We're) out of time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of time [x4]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-7240746748704924156?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/7240746748704924156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=7240746748704924156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7240746748704924156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7240746748704924156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/07/out-of-time-blur.html' title='Out of Time- Blur'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2041704142052404012</id><published>2007-07-30T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T05:59:31.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A star I am</title><content type='html'>Music- twenny years (20 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSDD. Thanks, Jonesey of Dreamcatcher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking weird watching an entire film with you as a presenter!! Argh, argh argh. I think if my mum watched... she'd scold me like nobody's business. My intonation is like... omg. Damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I loathe Mondays to the core. No, no pineapples thank you very much. I caught High School Musical on Sunday and it did nothing to psycho me that it's an eye-worthy show. Nope, nothing at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace (grace) technology! You know that IT has taken over you, whether you like it or not, when you need to download mp3s to study for your eoys. No, not as study companions. I love you, Brahms. To think there'll be double and triple and quadruple dosages of more set work for the next two years... Gawd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do aliens exist? I don't even think the bible says anything about them. Ho hum. (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio test tomorrow on Heridity! Nothing much to read, just hope the test's gonna be a-ok. Not like my math test, where I lost 7 marks to careless mistakes. Compare that with losing 10 marks for every chinese compo to cuo bie zi. It's a discount really, cos I usually get nearly 20 wrong words everytime. : D WITH A DICTIONARY. wefgnowgbihagh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we are amazing people, all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a simple code for you to unscramble! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d[ofrt[oh. &lt;br /&gt;d[ofrt[oh/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who gets the correct answer gets a prize from me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2041704142052404012?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2041704142052404012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2041704142052404012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2041704142052404012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2041704142052404012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/07/star-i-am.html' title='A star I am'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5995655277735397682</id><published>2007-07-27T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:27:01.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>You won't know I ever said this, but that little unnoticable phrase brought me loads of joy cos that was the first time someone said something good about my academia. Thank you. Thank you so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still tired. Mentally. Now I don't like talking to people because they can't hear properly. Must be the mp3 players, as what grace said. It's insane when you have to keep repeating. People, open your ears and quit the mp3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with rock and music. Zomg, Black Sabbath's tix are like $110 for early bird?! Heh. Gosh. Anyway I won't ever go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm interested in setting up a new cca in year 5! Jazz club!! (if I do have the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me get my heart back, my music won't lie anymore. I guess some things have permanent effects afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5995655277735397682?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5995655277735397682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5995655277735397682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5995655277735397682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5995655277735397682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-7954612720174724752</id><published>2007-07-20T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:53:38.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pickled pickles</title><content type='html'>Music- feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for who you are. I don't know what took me so long to get it. I'm not perfect, neither are you. If you could accept me, I don't see why I should be picking on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy trying to prove that man can be an island, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships die cos we don't pump them up with fuel. I remember you once told me about the impossible is nothing, remember? You were trying to console me. Remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these words, but &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I hate church sometimes cos of what it reminds me of. I hate crying when singing happy songs and holding back my tears cos I'm supposed to be the independent iceberg that doesn't need a social life, thank you very much. What's more, I think TLC is going to die with less regrets than me. &lt;em&gt;I never told her why. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-7954612720174724752?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/7954612720174724752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=7954612720174724752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7954612720174724752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7954612720174724752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/07/pickled-pickles.html' title='pickled pickles'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5380796246097109044</id><published>2007-07-17T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T05:01:55.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar liar pants on fire.</title><content type='html'>Music- Ravel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have the gift of the gab. &lt;br /&gt;Others are eloquent, just like tricksters.&lt;br /&gt;Certain are plain.&lt;br /&gt;The rest shouldn't even try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh please. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5380796246097109044?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5380796246097109044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5380796246097109044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5380796246097109044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5380796246097109044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/07/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar liar pants on fire.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-4788343415483669143</id><published>2007-07-13T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T06:43:46.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>riddle.</title><content type='html'>Music- blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, British music is just so much better than their competitors'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse than having a bombshell dropped on you, 4 infected teeth extracted or your dog dying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, I need to do some thinking first k? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate 'em squares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-4788343415483669143?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/4788343415483669143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=4788343415483669143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4788343415483669143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4788343415483669143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/07/riddle.html' title='riddle.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2739828502944506932</id><published>2007-07-08T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:08:08.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wui?</title><content type='html'>music- protege moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would very much like cash for my birthday. That way, I can go watch a concert that I want to go. wth, $68 bucks. Anyone has any jobs for me to take up? Rah. Anyone wants to learn piano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was cip at toa payoh, since the rest of the 4i ppl will blog about it, I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I was hoping for a dinner at ely's house ytd and at 6 sth, when I was watching the P. Diana concert, she called me and invited me over. YES! Haha yes my dear girl, it was nice seeing you and nat and ying xuan. Next time I want jh to go too. The cake was nice too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family problems strike back. How do I point out that both of them are at fault? Anyway, I've decided not to care. After that major incident years ago, my philosophy has been not to involve myself more than 75%. Still, it doesn't always work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb. I feel no true emotions, neither can I evoke them like I could before. My music doesn't lie. Neither will my grades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm scared of the future, that's why I want it to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye samantha, who immigrated to sunny australia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today god put a rock in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;to god be the glory...&lt;br /&gt;I lacketh in my faith. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2739828502944506932?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2739828502944506932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2739828502944506932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2739828502944506932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2739828502944506932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/07/wui.html' title='Wui?'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-8831072775369712425</id><published>2007-07-01T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:28:37.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random add on</title><content type='html'>ZOMG I THINK MR SEOW REMINDS ME OF ALBERT LIN. &lt;br /&gt;(or am I going nuts over them? Okay both are talented pianists.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think Albert Lin is quite good looking, though his hairstyle is slightly longer than Mr Yap's. Yes our math teacher... AL looks a hundred times better than yap. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing a pic with Mr Seow in it brings me some bad memories, like how I'll never see whether the grass is greener on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you minlu for giving me inspiration on how to spew vulgarities the refined way. Never thought that I could use my status as a pianist! haha, now I have an inclination to write a piece in F min. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/653856"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/653856/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-8831072775369712425?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/8831072775369712425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=8831072775369712425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8831072775369712425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8831072775369712425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-add-on.html' title='Random add on'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-7597665583568959967</id><published>2007-07-01T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:28:42.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I put the F in fear.</title><content type='html'>Music- The Bravery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RodlaNSCxMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TdbUkS9MKxU/s1600-h/G.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RodlaNSCxMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TdbUkS9MKxU/s320/G.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082142205427238082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pic? It was created using water on the tennis court on a bright sunny friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was youth day celebrations and I spent the entire time at the tennis court tending my station. Pretty cool, esp how weicheng got our super soaker working (and sprayed me with it). I probably never shouted louder than that before. Then chiong for co, kudos to ttk who let us off early. Went back with jw, stopped for yummy popsicles and uhh crapped around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEP dinner/concert outing (minus joel who went for LAN party -.-)!! We went out for dinner at kfc, crapped, took photos, gawked at eme's hair loss : D etc. Since we were early, we took loads and loads of photos along the tourist spots. Upload the gorgeous ones when I get them from yuru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a concert on fri night, the piano fest at vch. Saw loads of familiar faces there, like MDM ONG, MRS SOH, Yiliang (and mummy express), Esther etc. The place was packed I say. MRS SOH's hair is now red. Yes, red. Making her worse than she already is. oops. The guy was good technically, but his music needed to breathe more, but that's my personal take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was another concert in the afternoon. Saw nathaniel there, apparantly his teacher is Albert Lin, aka the performer. Colour blind pj thought he was wearing dark blue, when he was wearing light blue with white stripes. lol. Also saw Ms Ku's bro. Sadly, vch was half full. Terrible, compared to the full hall on fri night. I was the first to arrive!! Yuru was terribly late, but not as bad compared to joel, who lost the ticket and interestingly waited for 45 mins for a cab. gosh. He arrived just before intermission ended, just in time for rassa sayang variations and 3 jazz pieces. heh. We thought we had to hide his ticket in a potted plant. hehe inside joke, if you wanna know more then ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cabbed at funan to go to church just 1 hour late. Thankfully the queue moved fast and the driver knew tan boon liat building. Had prac, went back home to read the books I borrowed from esplanade. Haven't listened to the CDs yet though, not that I've finished my books. Sth on Richter's life and King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, Vol. 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Wendy came over, my parents went out cos my washer suddenly conked its lights. Sigh, to think that day I was saying how pitiful those who would suddenly have spoilt appliances on July 1. Crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn I'm tired. Nearly stabbed myself to death last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfectionists like to keep it perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to throw spoilt things away when they spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to repair it,&lt;br /&gt;because things may happen and you'll be better off without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may want to do something, &lt;br /&gt;but glue isn't permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting so afraid of people that I prefer being alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-7597665583568959967?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/7597665583568959967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=7597665583568959967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7597665583568959967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7597665583568959967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-put-f-in-fear.html' title='I put the F in fear.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j-mkPcw3USg/RodlaNSCxMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TdbUkS9MKxU/s72-c/G.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6765760412812864768</id><published>2007-06-28T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T06:49:40.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry is the lousiest word.</title><content type='html'>Music- The Love for Three Oranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry is for wimps? &lt;br /&gt;I don't like saying it, but that's all I know to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry is a word to break the silence when you don't explain your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, &lt;br /&gt;sometimes you really don't know how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that good with my verbal expressions,&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is me,&lt;br /&gt;I am fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear me,&lt;br /&gt;as I fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too wimpy to face you,&lt;br /&gt;You are too frightened to face my condemnations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a million bad rhymes to make a great prose,&lt;br /&gt;but just one great stanza to move millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found my phrase yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a happier note, 4I witnessed a JASON BOEY lookalike, aka our math relief teacher. Mr. Kwek speaks loads of chinese too, how uncanny! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: I love my mep class!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6765760412812864768?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6765760412812864768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6765760412812864768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6765760412812864768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6765760412812864768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry-is-lousiest-word.html' title='Sorry is the lousiest word.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2828298188821131568</id><published>2007-06-25T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T03:46:09.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I mourn the death of three spaghetti noodles.</title><content type='html'>Music- PLACEBO. PLACEBO. PLACEBO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go listen to it if you're in an emo mood or you just like nice lyrics or you need a cry-out or you need some music or you just wanna please me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are twenty years to go &lt;br /&gt;and twenty ways to know&lt;br /&gt;who will wear &lt;br /&gt;who will wear the hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are twenty years to go&lt;br /&gt;the best of all i hope&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the ride&lt;br /&gt;the medicine show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thems the breaks&lt;br /&gt;for we designer fakes&lt;br /&gt;we need to concentrate on more than meets the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are twenty years to go&lt;br /&gt;the faithful and the low&lt;br /&gt;the best of starts&lt;br /&gt;the broken heart,the stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are twenty years to go&lt;br /&gt;the punch drunk and the blow&lt;br /&gt;the worst of starts&lt;br /&gt;the mercy part,the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thems the breaks&lt;br /&gt;for we designer fakes&lt;br /&gt;we need to concentrate on more than meets the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thems the breaks&lt;br /&gt;for we designer fakes&lt;br /&gt;but it`s you I take 'cause you´re the truth, not I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are twenty years to go&lt;br /&gt;a golden age i know&lt;br /&gt;but all will pass&lt;br /&gt;will end too fast,you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are twenty years to go&lt;br /&gt;and many friends i hope&lt;br /&gt;though some may hold the rose&lt;br /&gt;some hold the rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that´s the end and that´s the start of it&lt;br /&gt;that´s the whole and that´s the part of it&lt;br /&gt;that´s the high and that´s the heart of it&lt;br /&gt;that´s the long and that´s the short of it&lt;br /&gt;that´s the best and that´s the test in it&lt;br /&gt;that´s the doubt,the doubt,the trust in it&lt;br /&gt;that´s the sight and that´s the sound of it&lt;br /&gt;that´s the gift and that´s the trick in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you´re the truth,not I&lt;br /&gt;you´re the truth,not I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you´re the truth,not I&lt;br /&gt;you´re the truth,not I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, for I have no answer. the best one i have might kill you and i don't want to be a killer though i love violence. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2828298188821131568?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2828298188821131568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2828298188821131568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2828298188821131568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2828298188821131568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-mourn-death-of-three-spaghetti.html' title='I mourn the death of three spaghetti noodles.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5389661251409889662</id><published>2007-06-21T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:51:06.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sniff, CHOKE</title><content type='html'>Music- Anon tracks on an anon CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I have not been blogging of late:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need to do hw (not that I've been doing it... )&lt;br /&gt;2. Been slacking : D&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm currently sick and my spelling is seriously going haywire. At the rate I'm going, the backspace and delete keys are going to be worn thin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I decided to start blogging:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dengue is on the rise&lt;br /&gt;2. There aren't any new levels to play on MOTAS&lt;br /&gt;3. I wanted to do sth, but I'm in no state to type sth nice now.&lt;br /&gt;4. (best for last) BECAUSE LINCOLN CHENG THREATENED ME. (yeah yeah you think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I made any spelling errors. I really can't type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my illness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I caught the flu after I took a Vitamin C tablet. How ironic. Then my nose was flowing like a running tap yesterday and I was sneezing like crazy. At night, I had a slight fever. This morning, my mucus keeps flowing back and choking me. *splutters* It's crazy. I was supposed to do LA filming today, crap. I feel so guilty. What's a documentary without a presenter 0.0 golly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I managed to revive my blog, so I won't be classified as DYING *hint hint*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of interest: I went somewhere yesterday and the probability of this thing happening is rather low. I saw this guy who looks like xiang jing (from the side and mannerism) and another chap that looks like jasper (from the back). Crazy right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5389661251409889662?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5389661251409889662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5389661251409889662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5389661251409889662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5389661251409889662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/06/sniff-choke.html' title='sniff, CHOKE'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2491216086958688885</id><published>2007-06-14T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:51:00.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Musician and Theatricalities</title><content type='html'>(by Erik Satie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grows in wisdom...He is brilliant...He learns to do without &lt;br /&gt;and is prepared to make great sacrifices...enormous sacrifices...&lt;br /&gt;if I may say...His energy is tremendous...&lt;br /&gt;In other words he is prepared for the struggle...and with honesty he shall fight it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance of an Art demands complete self-denial...&lt;br /&gt;...It was not meant as a joke what I just said...about sacrifices...&lt;br /&gt;The Music makes heavy demands upon those who want to &lt;br /&gt;devote themselves in it...This is what I have wanted you to call your attention to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true musician must subordinate himself his Art; ...he must place himself above human suffering; ...he must draw courage from within...and only from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the approach reminds me of someone. &lt;br /&gt;and i think it sounds too idealistic. yawn. prefer the next one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theatricalities&lt;br /&gt;I have always had it in mind to write a lyric play on the following specific subject:&lt;br /&gt;At that time I was taken up with alchemy. One day I was having a rest, alone in my laboratory. Outside the sky was leaden, livid and sinister - really ghastly!&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling sad without knowing why; almost afraid without knowing the cause. Into my head came the idea of amusing myself by counting on my fingers slowly from 1 to 260,000.&lt;br /&gt;This I did: and very boring it was. I stood up, took hold of a magic nut and gently placed it in a casket of alpaca bone studded with seven diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;Straightaway a stuffed bird took flight; a monkey's skeleton ran off; a sow's skin climbed along the wall. Then night descended, covering up objects, destroying shapes.&lt;br /&gt;But someone is knocking on the far door, the one near the Median talismans, the talismans a Polynesian madman sold me.&lt;br /&gt;What is it? Oh god! Do not forsake thy servant. He is indeed a sinner, but is repentant. Have mercy on him, I beseech Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Now the door opens, opens, opens like an eye; a silent and shapeless being comes nearer, nearer, nearer. Not a drop of perspiration remains on my quaking skin; moreover I am very thirsty, very thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows a voice is heard:&lt;br /&gt;- Sir, I think I have second sight.&lt;br /&gt;I do not recognize this voice. It says:&lt;br /&gt;- Sir, it is I, it is only I.&lt;br /&gt;- Who? comes my terrified reply.&lt;br /&gt;- I, your servant. I think I have a second sight. Did you not just place a magic nut gently in a casket of alpaca bone studded with seven diamonds?&lt;br /&gt;Suffocated, I can only reply:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, my friend. How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;He draws near me, a gliding shadow in the darkness of the night. I feel him trembling. He is probably afraid that I may take a shot at him.&lt;br /&gt;With a sob, like a little child, he murmurs:&lt;br /&gt;- I saw you through the keyhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peek-a-boo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2491216086958688885?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2491216086958688885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2491216086958688885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2491216086958688885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2491216086958688885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/06/true-musician-and-theatricalities.html' title='The True Musician and Theatricalities'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2985410108599919376</id><published>2007-06-14T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:34:57.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emerald eyes</title><content type='html'>Music- Touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blimey. So many things have been happening recently that are making me jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, smb called me past 10.30 and my dad said," Tell your friend not to call so late". Friend," Late meh, you sleep at 10.30?! *chuckles*" Me," duh no." Friend,"then?" *laughes tgt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT friend somehow landed a job attachment at the s'pore eye centre. Which means getting to sit in clinic sessions and operations. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to know smb without any mep cert or very high qualifications,but got into nafa (sry nothing intended). Okay, but I must credit that person for being able to play 3 string instrus. In fact, my first friend suggested that I go learn all 4 so I can play a string quartet myself. har har har. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend. Kao, she didn't pass through that audition but she got an offer. Nobody will want to offer anything to ppl like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yl came back, I found out from lh and the class blog that she has a new love. You so totally watch out. I saw you hugging him even. You D-I-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also jealous of ppl without gastric probs cos now I get stomachaches after every meal. Suan le, I'm not going to eat for the next month. Eat also pain, don't eat also pain. Go hospital and put myself on drip la. Sure no prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting all those toads who went overseas and left me alone and not really able to render me that bit of assistance. (okay just joking, you helped me enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles do happen-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My mum bought me a shirt. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought me 2 CDs. Avant Gershwin (which is really good, btw) and SEB~! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedies- I need to go do hw :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2985410108599919376?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2985410108599919376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2985410108599919376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2985410108599919376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2985410108599919376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/06/emerald-eyes.html' title='emerald eyes'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5719296652376693184</id><published>2007-06-09T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:16:29.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>find favour in the eyes of god and man</title><content type='html'>Music- SEB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those lovely people who wished me happy birthday! Hey alicia, I didn't forget how we spent our birthday tgt last year too! In fact, I still have that stupid keychain thingy that Mr Fong gave us! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bunch of nervy days and mind-wrecking performances, I do feel a lot better, I mean, now I only have to wonder if I make it :x And hey I made a new friend too! (: I like making friends (lol). Heh so she was telling me this amusing thing that happened in her sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, 2 teachers from hcjc went to st. nicks to promote their sch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers: We come form the best jc in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;Students: RJC!!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: no, you can only find us along bukit timah road...&lt;br /&gt;S: NJC!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I think if we do that in dhs, we'd get a talking to the next assembly/during flag raising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad, all my good friends (okay maybe most) are overseas. Some have gone to seek treatment for hair probs, one has gone to visit London bridge, etc. So sian :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From minlu's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest geneve yeo zhina, aka the troublemaker, yours truly, aka the pontianak, am really really really x1000 sorry and feel sincerely apologetic for not being able to make it for our date and thereby broke my promise yet AGAIN. I promise I'll make sure I won't break my promise again in December. Cross my heart and hope to die =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Pontianak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait for you to die! hehe!!!!!! joking. just don't get me a monkey and buy me a nice painting from the london art gallery for my bd!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my birthday was spent doing proj with lh, yl and grace. And letting them boss me around with clothing changes. :( The best thing that happened was receiving that golden call from a certain someone. I waited so long. ^^ And getting sorta praised by another person the next day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another round of anxiety next tues. geneve yeo can make it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5719296652376693184?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5719296652376693184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5719296652376693184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5719296652376693184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5719296652376693184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/06/find-favour-in-eyes-of-god-and-man.html' title='find favour in the eyes of god and man'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1779947984135934211</id><published>2007-05-28T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:50:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm scared.</title><content type='html'>Music- british rock, like depache mode (although they're rather my parent's era)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that I've been developing this bad habit of replying people's texts after very long intervals. Perhaps it's because of baaaaad influence. Like,... cannot say. So I've been doing it back to them, messing their schedules back. At least I don't have the guts to give them some uhh face colour. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to compile a list of current fears, since I've been so inspired by my homework list (to continue slacking). Not in any order;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My dog dying&lt;br /&gt;2. Walking skirts (yes all thanks to zheng minlu rah.)&lt;br /&gt;3. shattered joints&lt;br /&gt;4. being trapped in another person's body or vice versa&lt;br /&gt;5. breaking/losing my fingers/limbs&lt;br /&gt;6. darkness (to an above average extent)&lt;br /&gt;7. people who can't say anything else but stuff that put you down&lt;br /&gt;8. failure&lt;br /&gt;9. not being forgiven&lt;br /&gt;10. being backstabbed&lt;br /&gt;11. eyes not being attached to anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;12. knocking of doors&lt;br /&gt;13. alarm clocks ringing&lt;br /&gt;14. making wrong decisions&lt;br /&gt;15. remembering people but not being remembered &lt;br /&gt;16. guys who like to inch up to you though you don't know them very well &lt;br /&gt;17. getting lost&lt;br /&gt;18. failing eoys/overall&lt;br /&gt;19. becoming blind/deaf&lt;br /&gt;20. myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm one heck of a scardy cat. I wish I was a little stronger. I want a helicopter, I want an ocean liner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it's hard to stop your heart from crawling in the mud when your parents keep making digs at you. Sigh. I remember it was after se concert. I plonked myself down on the sofa and then absurd questions starting shooting. Then I just went on to ap them till I went to sleep. But they didn't let me off. It continued during breakfast. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if I tried to tell you what I feel, would you listen? Maybe I'm your alternative, but you're my staple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this biennial festival called Change and Pain. Like what I always say, Change is the only Constant. Oh Lord, I guess lasting three years will already be a bonus for me. Gosh, it happens more often than I change my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jesus Walks)&lt;br /&gt;God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down&lt;br /&gt;(Jesus Walks with me)&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I pray is that me feet don't fail me now&lt;br /&gt;(Jesus Walks)&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;(Jesus Walks with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1779947984135934211?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1779947984135934211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1779947984135934211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1779947984135934211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1779947984135934211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-scared.html' title='i&apos;m scared.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2614064297874665896</id><published>2007-05-26T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T07:50:05.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>entertainment!</title><content type='html'>According to guan yang, I am in need of entertainment. I'm going to post some "witty" comments from my msn convos, leaving out the names to protect privacy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not according to any order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;A&gt; can play whle song wif nth wrong&lt;br /&gt;den i sing song in front of whole sch&lt;br /&gt;e most retarded song u can think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A&gt; can play i shave my hair for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; and I are in love! &lt;...&gt; (I have selective reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i go there&lt;br /&gt;it's 10 degrees increase&lt;br /&gt;i'm already creating golbal warming&lt;br /&gt;makes no difference with or without my presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C calls D, D's sibling picks up the phone, goes up to D, who is doing sth, and goes...&lt;br /&gt;OI OI OI OI OI OI OI OI OI OI OI OI OI OI OI OI &lt;br /&gt;all in staccato and in rapid succession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't find it funny, but I need entertainment, it's bad enough that my mum emos on her birthday (today).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2614064297874665896?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2614064297874665896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2614064297874665896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2614064297874665896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2614064297874665896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/05/entertainment.html' title='entertainment!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-4552029479241926314</id><published>2007-05-23T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T07:05:41.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn.</title><content type='html'>Music- Touch the Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cracking my head over geog now but I can't get a decent answer for the parts I don't know. Really infuriating. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 8 when I was about to start on geog, yiliang called and started asking me stuff about mep for his pw. So it was 1 hour of entertaining. Then...  get pissed off by geog again. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessions-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEB (died down)&lt;br /&gt;Muse (still, but not that bad)&lt;br /&gt;now- KANYE WEST (again, but bigger and better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's really got to do with my mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye holds the record for fastest rapper and unlike other american rappers like jay z, he isn't that vulgar. (though he has some scraunchy bits in the videos) I like the smooth sound and the rhythmic drive (sounds like mep listening portfolio lol). &lt;br /&gt;Besides, his music has emotion, unlike other rap-ish songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random-mandon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching ami last week or a few weeks ago and they had maroon 5 perform makes me wonder. Though they don't sound great live, I made this comment to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is it my eyes or is the fontman's legs skinny like sticks?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: They're skinny.&lt;br /&gt;M: Not my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;D: Not your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;M: Damn. (and procedes to stare longingly) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them legs. we girls deserve skinny legs more than guys. eeeeeeep. I'm sounding like a bimbo. *vomits* But they're really skinny that it attracts attention. The pants he wore didn't help much either. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days till hols! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-4552029479241926314?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/4552029479241926314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=4552029479241926314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4552029479241926314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4552029479241926314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/05/yawn.html' title='yawn.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-7647272759629788614</id><published>2007-05-21T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T06:45:03.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Music- Makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is rather dead. Albeit not as dead as some other blogs I'm affliated to. I promise to upload saucy pics during the hols though. LIHUI WATCH OUT MAN! You go tell teacher lor, see who loses out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had to get 48 eggs for tmr's y3 record day. I called my dad when I got home to ask him if he could go to the supermarket tonight with me. He asked why and the convo went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: So how many eggs do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 48.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: laughs-&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;D: you know what 48 is in hokkien?&lt;br /&gt;M: no...&lt;br /&gt;D: see4 chap4 pueh4.&lt;br /&gt;M: huh?&lt;br /&gt;D: it means something like to bullshit someone.&lt;br /&gt;M: oooh. But I'm speaking english! haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's my dad. Recently, my mum has been chiding him for using some interesting language. Maybe it's my influence... haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-7647272759629788614?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/7647272759629788614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=7647272759629788614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7647272759629788614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7647272759629788614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6427868651387467939</id><published>2007-05-06T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T03:39:08.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>notice</title><content type='html'>Music- Hillsongs; Your Love is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, don't think only the hc ppl are going away. Cos we're have camp too. Not to such nice places, but still we're going overseas to blasted malaysia (no I'm not fond of the place). Back friday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was going back to the service hall in church after a short toilet break I gave myself. Suddenly, the bass guitarist talked to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitarist: hey today's your special day right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh what special day?&lt;br /&gt;G: special day?&lt;br /&gt;M: *blank*&lt;br /&gt;G: isn't today your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;M: no?&lt;br /&gt;G: oh I must have gotten it wrong then&lt;br /&gt;M: well it's actually on 5/6, not too far away... *beams*&lt;br /&gt;G: yes, I think I got the day and month mixed up. :x&lt;br /&gt;M: yeah. haha, no worries! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting! I didn't know people actually bothered about me, let alone my birthday. I'm touched. Even my parents just don't bother. I think I blogged about how my mum gave me sth but it was because the pastor's wife said that it wasn't right for parents not to give their kids stuff. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I got my hair trimmed, at least it doesn't look like a bush now. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um I'm looking for nice songs to put in my phone. I bet malaysia's a boring place. BORRRRRING. :D  maybe I'm country-ist. Yawn. I needa wake at 4.20. Coolness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss me people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6427868651387467939?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6427868651387467939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6427868651387467939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6427868651387467939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6427868651387467939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/05/notice.html' title='notice'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-7095813194250556656</id><published>2007-05-06T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T03:23:25.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more quizes (first)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: June 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People wouldn't take you for a passionate person - and that's where they'd be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You can develop deep emotions quickly, and you're the type most likely to move in with someone after a few dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 5th, 14th, and 23rd of the month.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, and I thought all those who would have their heart broken 4 times were suay. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Good Manners 77% of the Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyourmannersquiz/manners-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your manners are quite excellent. You are well versed in etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;Of course you have the occasional slip up, but you even apologize with grace.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyourmannersquiz/"&gt;How Are Your Manners?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh not bad not bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Great Student&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/student-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid to crack the books when you need to, and you make your education a true priority.&lt;br /&gt;You could become a PhD in anything, if you set your mind to it. There's no limit to what you can learn!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Student?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, maybe I can tell that idiot prof who told me that I have zero talent that she should reflect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEDEDE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 76% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EFEFEF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/pure-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're not exactly an angel - but you're pretty darn close.&lt;br /&gt;But chances are, you have a couple juicy secrets deep in your closet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Pure Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 44% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD DOMINATION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-7095813194250556656?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/7095813194250556656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=7095813194250556656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7095813194250556656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7095813194250556656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-quizes-first.html' title='more quizes (first)'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1037724901627948173</id><published>2007-05-01T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T03:57:48.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizes!</title><content type='html'>Some quick quizes I decided to do before dinner and after I outsmarted MOTAS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Geek Profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/geek.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic Geekiness: Low&lt;br /&gt;Geekiness in Love: Low&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;Gamer Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;General Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;Internet Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;Movie Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;Music Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;SciFi Geekiness: None&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Geeky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 77% Perfectionist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaperfectionistquiz/perfectionist-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true perfectionist. You are both demanding of yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;While it's great to have goals and standards, they don't need to be sky high!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaperfectionistquiz/"&gt;Are You a Perfectionist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Hope, expectation, Bright promises.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1037724901627948173?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1037724901627948173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1037724901627948173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1037724901627948173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1037724901627948173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/05/quizes.html' title='Quizes!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5740792923220359416</id><published>2007-04-27T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:24:29.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my mummy told me one day</title><content type='html'>Music- unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my mummy told me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All religions teach you to be good and tell you you go to paradise after you die if you believe. Except certain ones of course. However, the thing that differentiates Christianity from the rest is that the bible actually tells people what heaven will be like. It also describes what will happen before the day comes. It's hard to deny facts like Noah's ark, especially after it was found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember blogging something about religion way way way back and ryan told me that Noah's ark had been found. So yeah you guys know where I got the info from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, I'm currently wondering what subjects to plonk in for the subject combi survey. Should I act smart and aim for 12 points? :D Feeling a tad ambitious, I looked at the double deg courses. Only the law/life sciences course interested me. Which means that I need GP/KI, H2 bio, chem and maths or physics. Sigh. I was happily thinking I could take H1 chem based on how inclined I am to it. HOWW!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bottom line is that I don't really like chem and I don't do well in it. So I only have 2 options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be an arts student and take bio as a contrasting&lt;br /&gt;2. Do chem and hate myself for 2 years and hopefully having chem bio will put me in good steed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bloody hell, math or hist? I like both, but I know I won't do well for math. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, &lt;br /&gt;H2+H3 MEP&lt;br /&gt;H2 Bio&lt;br /&gt;Maths/Chem&lt;br /&gt;Hist/Chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know... Luckily it isn't the real option form. But I'm starting to think cos I need to have some goals for me to know what I need to buck up for. Not being kiasu okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, minoring in psychology or philosophy seems very alluring to me. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up to an sms today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man rostropovitch died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's really sad. He just died ytd after intestine cancer (it's in the papers, btw)for a month. I suppose 80 is a nice number. I'll miss him. I loved his Bach. I love it enough to have bought a recording. It's not for loan though, it's freaking ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it was hong bin who introduced him to me. I heard his haydn concerto and it was fabulous. He plays with the gusto of a 30 sth, yet with the composure and confidence of someone his age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a fine person who stood up for his beliefs and his music. You will be missed, Mr. Rostropovitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5740792923220359416?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5740792923220359416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5740792923220359416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5740792923220359416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5740792923220359416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-mummy-told-me-one-day.html' title='my mummy told me one day'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1033553951314650236</id><published>2007-04-26T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T06:21:01.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open to Intepretation</title><content type='html'>Music- I really still love Hellicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are constantly trying to make a favourable impression and endeavouring to be considered as that someone 'special'. You are pretty good at using various tactics and strategies that give the impression that you are in control. Maybe you are - but you are constantly watching to see whether or not your endeavours are truly appreciated. Be careful... just as 'you' may be endeavouring to influence others, 'they' may indeed be influencing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to lack the energy of late to get up and go. Your objectives appear to be unattainable and no one seems to care. You feel lost, neglected and need some W.T.C. (Warm tender care).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, sooner or later gets that feeling that one has been cut off from reality, cut off from everything that's going on around them. It usually happens when there is a complete lack of understanding and co-operation - be it from friends, family or loved ones. So what can one do about it? Instead of pondering as to what the future may hold, do something different. Make a cup of coffee. Have a shower. Read a book. Watch your favourite soap opera. Because as soon as you become involved in something different, the original disassociated feelings will dissipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matters have not gone well for you. You are experiencing severe stress trying to guard yourself from further disappointments. It would seem that all of your hopes and dreams have not been realised and you are now beginning to doubt yourself. You no longer wish to be further advised by anyone and you insist on going it alone - to control your own destiny. Even though deep down you doubt whether things will get better in the future you have one consolation - and that is that they couldn't possibly get worse. Unwilling to give up anything that you possess, you are looking for some sort of security as a protection against any further setback or loss of position and prestige. You are so negative that you tend to exaggerate your problems and refuse to accept any advice from so called well-meaning friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes one fears that its not worth formulating new ideas and projects because whatever you seem to have done in the past has never worked out and you are tired of, as they say, banging your head against a brick wall. No one seems to care. So now you are trying to get away from it all by withdrawing into a 'fantasy land' but unfortunately 'fantasy land' is just that and sooner or later you will have to return to reality so why delay the inevitable? When you do return, you will find that the situation is not as tough as perhaps you thought it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How so true. How so freaking true. But I'm glad they said WTC, not TLC :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fri (ptm day), I stayed back with grace to do math. I remember it was se's syf day too. Grace and cy went for their guides stuff for awhile and I was just staring blankly at the se ppl make merry. I was already in a pensive mood and I guess I just lapsed into this blank mood. I thought of many things, my goals and my failures etc. Jobina even came up to me, waved in front of me and asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: ni wei she me zai fa dai? ni mei shi ba?&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? I'm alright. :D&lt;br /&gt;J: mm na hao ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I didn't relise she even would acknowledge me. It's just that I haven't talked to her for such a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to myself, I was trying to convince myself that I should just give up trying to talk to people anymore. In fact, I was (like what I did a couple of years ago) trying to "clear my buddy list". Yeah I guess I was feeling disappointed with many things, including myself. Grace asked me what was wrong and I think I replied that I was just so tired of the world. All the faces start to look the same and those around me have become an illution I guess. Maybe I'm being my idiotically gutless self. For goodness sake, if you want to cut off, just snip the freaking scissors. I seriously hate myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. How can I thank God for everything sincerely yet not be able to pick myself up? The bottom line: I swear I will not have a 2-year expiry date. For those who know what happened, good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy worlds. They are oh-so-fab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain words I use may not be reflective of who I am. They may be what I want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And IF I fail this time, I'll never forgive myself. Never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry my friends, I want you to confide in me, yet I don't talk to you. But I think we're just waiting for the other to talk first. Or maybe some of you don't want me around? I guess, I do cherish you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my mum was telling me how scientists have found another earth, over dinner. Then she asked me if I read about it in the bible. I conveniently left out the fact that the last time I read it was nearly 5-6 years ago. In fact, I started 1-2 months ago and I'm stil at Exodus. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And all those who have died in Christ will be transformed into new bodies in the new heaven and earth God will create" after the end. How pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a purpose- This is something I always use to console myself. You walked in and left me so I would go back to God. I was the one who forsook him and I'm going to change that. My phone spoilt so I would have to get rid of stuff I wouldn't have the guts to do so if otherwise. There, there, I don't mean much, I'm just quite glad that I'm starting to lean on Him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a purpose. I remember sometime ago, bryan suddenly talked to me. It was so hearwarming to know how jovial he still is and how he's scared of becoming independent. Puts me to shame eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1033553951314650236?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1033553951314650236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1033553951314650236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1033553951314650236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1033553951314650236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/04/open-to-intepretation.html' title='Open to Intepretation'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-8889976033501099472</id><published>2007-04-16T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T06:19:35.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fine monday.</title><content type='html'>Music- Helicopter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish this world was finer, I want an ocean liner!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that song, I really wonder what an ocean liner carries. Anyone knows? (don't tell me lines okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Recess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to find Ms Devi with my darling darling Charles &lt;3 but she wasn't there grr. Then I went on this whiteboard doodling spree and Grace joined in. Very soon (pity I don't have pics, but anyway, ) we had Yoshi/T-Rex and Bob the builder's granpa, Mario the builder on the board. Actually it all started with me doing illustrations for this excerpt of this poem that grace ho wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Lettuce marry!&lt;br /&gt;Weed make a swell pear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad if you don't get the funny element(: It's alright, cos not many people did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping/staring at my Mahler today rather blankly and trying to understand the freaking key changes when at 5 plus, I got a godsent(?) message from eme to pass down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEP tests this week are postponed to next week. This week we go researching instead. Pass the msg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!!!! So I go to the Esplanade this thurs! :D And it also means that hell week (this week) is back to normal!!! 6 tests down to 4! W-O-W!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now I have to work on thinkquest and find music stuff. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-8889976033501099472?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/8889976033501099472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=8889976033501099472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8889976033501099472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8889976033501099472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/04/fine-monday.html' title='A fine monday.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1421090737121260214</id><published>2007-04-13T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T06:08:18.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An excerpt</title><content type='html'>This is from The Sandman Vol 9 (a conversation in chpt 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to hurt me? Kill me? Mess me up?&lt;br /&gt;No more than usually; no, and perhaps, a little, but only with love.&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;You might say that.&lt;br /&gt;Horrible, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;In what way?&lt;br /&gt;It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. &lt;br /&gt;You build up all these defenses, you build up this whole armour, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...&lt;br /&gt;You Give them a piece of you, they don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe you should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. &lt;br /&gt;How picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, no just in the imagination, no just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real-gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing should be able to do that, especially not love. I hate love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How apt. I've been trying to find adjectives but omigosh, this is the best I've seen so far. Love, btw, doesn't always only mean romantic love okay? Sigh, neil gaiman is the best (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's talk about today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day, hung out with mei xue talking crap, raiding the milo van and sharing her purple brolly. Then went to marina with lihui, yl, cy, grace and cs. Bumped into ppl like yiwei, yun jing and huifen along the way. Managed to trick yj that we were watching glory and hope. (hint: think love and honour) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with 6 Lays/Ruffles packets, we went to the cinema for movie timings. In the end, only yl, grace and I watched Mr. Bean cos the rest watched it already. Then we discussed la, went back. Or rather, they went back and I went to collect my phone (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off at the wrong stop, but no harm done. Simply got on the next train lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I bumped into 2 people today (extra). I was collecting my phone when I saw this guy from my church who was collecting his son's phone. Talked for a while before he left, but the interesting one is the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yl, grace and I were meeting lihui, cy and cs at the food court. I plonked on my seat, happened to turn around and guess who I saw? Hint: Someone from khs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very... BLACK...&lt;br /&gt;likes... jade...&lt;br /&gt;wears... one bottle of perfume a day...&lt;br /&gt;has thick... foundation (and arms oops)&lt;br /&gt;and ... is called Mrs Ho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. BRILLIANT lihui asked me to go say hi and I'm like hullo she never even taught me T_T. Oh yes, her husband looks rather old and haggard. They were eating duck rice hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I love my phone. Tmr is another busy day. Sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can join all my guide friends to look sunburnt. :( My face is a weird colour... sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1421090737121260214?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1421090737121260214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1421090737121260214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1421090737121260214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1421090737121260214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/04/excerpt.html' title='An excerpt'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1111811656986076294</id><published>2007-04-11T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:58:53.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics!</title><content type='html'>Can't Take My Eyes Off You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like Heaven to touch.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much.&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the way that I stare.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to compare.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you leaves me weak.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words left to speak,&lt;br /&gt;But if you feel like I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know that it's real.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;And if it's quite alright,&lt;br /&gt;I need you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;To warm a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when I say:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby,&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring me down, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like Heaven to touch.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much.&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;And if it's quite alright,&lt;br /&gt;I need you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;To warm a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when I say:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby,&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring me down, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I really like this song. It's one of my long-time favs, esp after I discovered the Muse version. ZOMG I LOVE MUSE. Muse is fab. Now no more seb obsession (: They have just so many styles and you can hardly get bored of them. I LOVE MUSE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there a SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE in your brain? : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm happy for my darling CHARLES. Intermediate wor! Actually my keyboard also started off at intermediate, but it's not so glam cos I've been self-taught since P5. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihui- yl's drum instructor and my keyboard teacher are both handsome, wanna see? (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... tmr is a freaking long day. SIGH. And I miss my phone... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1111811656986076294?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1111811656986076294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1111811656986076294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1111811656986076294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1111811656986076294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/04/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6144298279009753186</id><published>2007-04-10T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T05:15:08.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music- Helicopter- The Feeling (thanks grace dear!)&lt;br /&gt;     - Bones- The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owwwwww my left big toe's bone hurts like madddd. How am I to run the 2.4 tmr? GAWD. Couldn't we have the items first? Maybe my flexibility will change... (okay I'll stop) BUT MY TOE REALLY HURTS. RAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came up with a brilliant idea of calling people by their blog adds. It didn't pass very well though, although it got people actually finding out peoples' blogs. Why? We have lovely people like cs... What type of bird . blogspot. Sheesh. And can you imagine a bunch of people shouting enthusiastically for SOCIAL-OUTCAST.BLOGSPOT!!!!! Do you get the irony, do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a bus home from bugis today. I took 197 and the bus' doors couldn't stop opening and closing. The back one I mean. It was pretty weird, noisy and irritating. So what the driver did was to clean (what presumably was) the sensors above the door and voila! A peaceful ride home. Haha. Yes a tad random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This may be a bit late, but my phone has been sent for repair since last sunday. I'll be getting it back say the end of this week. Yep, loads of inconveniences caused, but... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my phone started turning itself off after annoy appeared. Maybe it got tur--- o-- by someone. I'm sure no one will be able to guess this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see that chunky, annoy (and maybe) grace are having fun due to my tagboard. As what Mr Sng said today, make sure your happiness isn't built on the sufferings of others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, now I need to start thinking of my thinkquest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fts, I've updated! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6144298279009753186?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6144298279009753186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6144298279009753186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6144298279009753186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6144298279009753186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/04/music-helicopter-feeling-thanks-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-7431967975175167670</id><published>2007-04-01T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T07:11:22.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i see stars!</title><content type='html'>Music- some rocking good music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah. I've been feeling dizzy today. Seriously. And I noticed that I can't walk in a straight line. In fact, since the start of the week. Damn. I wonder what's happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird things have been happening. First I have an unknown trish tagging, then we have annoy. I wonder. Can you guys please tell me who you are? yeahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's worship service nearly killed me. I was playing the keyboard NON-STOP for 1 h 10 mins. SERIOUSLY. And the pastor showed no signs of stopping. How scary. When he finally stopped, I was like wolfing down my biscuit and juice (holy communion). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, syf is tmr! When I went for cello lesson today,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan: So when's your syf?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;C: Wow that's fast!&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and subsequently, he received a call. Apparantly one of his students has a prob with playing this Bb octave in a song that's only 2 or 3 etudes away from what I'm playing (teeheehee). And then he got the poor guy's school's name mixed up, coming up with around 5 variations. Nice. (hint: chinese institution was one of them; sounds nice hor?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe it's not very amusing, but yeah. Ima watch my csi now! tata! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I'm pretty and INTELLIGENT. I'm not a minority, mak jun wen. How nice, beauty AND brains. Okay I'll stop. Do the world a service huh. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-7431967975175167670?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/7431967975175167670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=7431967975175167670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7431967975175167670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7431967975175167670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-see-stars.html' title='i see stars!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1884964220532933329</id><published>2007-03-31T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:12:38.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz time!!</title><content type='html'>With the recent craze about horoscopes/being really thick from bp, I deicided to do this quiz afterall! (not that I'm not thick normally. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Loves to flirt.&lt;br /&gt;B: Loves people.&lt;br /&gt;C: BEST SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;D: Has one of the best personalities ever.&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;F: People are wild and crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H: Likes to act crazy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;I: Loves to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;J: Freaking rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;K: Really silly.&lt;br /&gt;L: REALLY easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;M: Makes dating fun.&lt;br /&gt;N: Good at sex.&lt;br /&gt;O: Loved by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;P: Popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q: A hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R: A freak in bed.&lt;br /&gt;S: Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T: Very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;U: Gets hugs.&lt;br /&gt;V: Not judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;W: Very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y: GREAT kisser.&lt;br /&gt;Z: Lives life for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;N: Good at sex.&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;V: Not judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: GREAT kisser.&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;O: Loved by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Lives life for fun.&lt;br /&gt;H: Likes to act crazy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;I: Loves to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;N: Good at sex&lt;br /&gt;A: Loves to flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm only certain ones are true. Like living life for fun, not listening to others, liking laughter and being crazy. And I wonder why the quiz results keep saying I'm freaking beautiful. I'm getting shy (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemini are intelligent, (and also demure, handsome/pretty among a lot more)! Therefore Pascal is a gemini! (combination of lihui, cheng yi and my logic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, syf is coming soon. Jiayou to all co ppl (no need to say other ccas first; co is the first to go ulp)!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it a trifle interesting to wish other schs gluck. Anyway, I'll be nice and wish ppl like si quan all the best cos dhs, hc and ny will get gwh. :D Muahahaha. I feel a gust of wind blow past. hoho. And it's picking up speed xD okay getting lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata. I'm so tired I could faint any mome--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1884964220532933329?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1884964220532933329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1884964220532933329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1884964220532933329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1884964220532933329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/quiz-time.html' title='quiz time!!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-3225475458523588713</id><published>2007-03-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:32:46.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to prove someone wrong twice in a row</title><content type='html'>note: etc. s have been include to protect the sensitive nature of this convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gen=*   from the road to the sea to the sky! says:&lt;br /&gt;why slave in front of pianos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano...&lt;br /&gt;gen=*   from the road to the sea to the sky! says:&lt;br /&gt;piano?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gen=*   from the road to the sea to the sky! says:&lt;br /&gt;se and piano...&lt;br /&gt;ochamon [what's wrong with dhsse?!?!] says:&lt;br /&gt;to check the intonation? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;gen=*   from the road to the sea to the sky! says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;ochamon [what's wrong with dhsse?!?!] says:&lt;br /&gt;not that co does it, so...&lt;br /&gt;gen=*   from the road to the sea to the sky! says:&lt;br /&gt;got lor&lt;br /&gt;gen=*   from the road to the sea to the sky! says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;ochamon [what's wrong with dhsse?!?!] says:&lt;br /&gt;not that xyz does it, so...  &lt;br /&gt;gen=*   from the road to the sea to the sky! says:&lt;br /&gt;the erhu tchr does&lt;br /&gt;gen=*   from the road to the sea to the sky! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beams* I told you people I'm in a nutty mood. And I was getting high on beatles (LISTENING, not EATING :D) and Muse. tralalala &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY, AND THIS IS WHY OH WHY I NEED YOU BABY THROUGH ALL THE LONELY NIGHTS!!!!! WHOOOHOOOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I already said brit pop is fab to sing/shout along to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-3225475458523588713?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/3225475458523588713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=3225475458523588713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3225475458523588713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3225475458523588713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-prove-someone-wrong-twice-in-row.html' title='to prove someone wrong twice in a row'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2866995440201763183</id><published>2007-03-24T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T08:06:44.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the ordinary</title><content type='html'>Music- rhcp&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an excerpt from math tuition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr khor: So if I ask you to find the term independent of x^2 and there is no such term, what is the coefficient of x^2?&lt;br /&gt;some guy at the back row: *yells confidently* ONE!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;entire class: ZE-RO!!! &lt;br /&gt;Khor: *stunned* Relax okay, don't shoot him down just for one tiny mistake. I make mistakes too sometimes.&lt;br /&gt; Then I'm pretty sure that fellow turned beetroot. (: This is worth posting cos our class is one of those icebergs. Only those from the same school actually talk to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a pic I took on the way home. See how bored I was? At least now I have a pic that's a tad more glamorous. NO SINGING, CHENG YI. ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/ME/meatmrt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/ME/th_meatmrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm trying to install updates for my phone, but it's a tedius and painful process, especially when getting the sim card out. ulp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2866995440201763183?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2866995440201763183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2866995440201763183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2866995440201763183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2866995440201763183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/out-of-ordinary.html' title='out of the ordinary'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/ME/th_meatmrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1577229104090070782</id><published>2007-03-23T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T07:28:49.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscence(:</title><content type='html'>Music- anything but glamorous. yes cy I'm warning you to stop singing it during lessons. It's a bad song. (if you ain't got no money take your bro's ass on) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, let's relate what happened previously this week. Nothing much, just an enormous bunch of infuriating tests. 5 tests this week nia. And I started the school week with a bad gastric attack lasting from mon. In fact, I nearly fainted on the bus. It was really terrible. In fact, the stomachache is here to stay. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me quite well, they'll know that an extended period of insanity and utter high-ness follows after a period of stress, which explains my behaviour today, esp from the start of recess onwards. A lot of weird stuff started happening and it was just high high high all the way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me accidentally squashing my sushi by accident. yl and I laughed like mad, but I had to control myself cos I was trying to talk to Mr Ken. Rah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this-- me pronouncing a word wrongly. Sigh. I quote wei liang," Whoa, first time she pronounced a word wrongly! Geneve leh!" Sigh, but a clean record for 16 years isn't that bad. The word? I give you a hint. It starts with S and it's bsp-related. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! And there's my early-morning joke about WEI LIANG'S LETHAL WEAPON!&lt;br /&gt;background: yl and wl have the same hp and weiliang's hp battery cover is SUPER duper loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yl: hey let me play with your hp batt cover!&lt;br /&gt;wl: here. (hands it over)&lt;br /&gt;yl: eh you know I have a friend who can remove the cover just by flinging the phone!&lt;br /&gt;wl: OH OH OH MY PHONE CAN!!!!! (eagerly shows)&lt;br /&gt;me: oh not bad, ppl kill with cards, you can kill with your flying batt cover :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just realised it was 10 times funnier on the spot. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many more, like going to the toilet and thinking I saw and heard a ghost when it was actually a nygh girl speaking chinese. YES I KNOW. shush. I hope I don't offend anyone. ulp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life; utter insanity and just going against everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Having the bsp symposium was fabulous. No chi, no cme and no la (but that's beacause of childcare leave). Super slack day. I only pity the bsp ppl though. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I just realised what keeps me listening to brit pop and why it's so addictive. Brit pop is really spontaneous and there are outbursts of voices every now and then (in a good way darlings) and they really make you want to sing along. Eg: When The Sun Goes Down (artic monkeys) and Murder (SEB;sophie ellis bextor) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, I guess mep essays are really rubbing off onto me. Must prac more to be elevated to jeff's status of SHEN2. He's our god now. I quote ms tan:"What can I say? V Good! Keep it up!" While she drew many -.- faces on joel's paper and a mouse on mine just because I wrote the word meek. 00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that I feel like stabbing myself because I don't think I can make it for CA1? Maybe the idealistic bug is biting me hard again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken during bio prac; flower disection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/4iflower.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_4iflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was from today, while we were watching eat drink man woman. Wl was rather bored and started to take grace's BAI SHENG (fine. Not ma sheng) and tied it around amanda's table. -.- I didn't know npcc ppl could knot. HAHA. I thought it was a guide and scout thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/wlsknot.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_wlsknot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. I was once a guide, but it ENDS there. And funnily enough, my close friends are all guides. Save for my darling ichi-kuchi-coo CHARLES &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the popular demand, there will NOT be any Charles and Deborah scenes staged for lang arts. Sigh. Why? Cos they aren't in the same group... Sigh. Or I'd guarantee 101% gayness. Don't worry, I'm certain of doing that even if I don't change the script heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that I have too much time sometimes and too many free-flying neurones.&lt;br /&gt;http://kcqd.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://thegollybible.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people! SYF: Seriously yodelling freaks :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1577229104090070782?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1577229104090070782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1577229104090070782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1577229104090070782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1577229104090070782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/reminiscence.html' title='reminiscence(:'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-181548141623005696</id><published>2007-03-15T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:26:30.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz results</title><content type='html'>What Makes You Unique?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire others around you with your creative energy and thirst for new experiences. You are exceptionally curious and aren't afraid of learning new things — which is probably because you tend to focus on the potential positive outcome of any experience rather than dwelling on the potential negatives. You are a true explorer in the word. You want to understand and experience it all, and you're especially open to new feelings and ideas. Compared to others who are open, you are unusually imaginative. Only 1.8% of all test takers have this unique combination of personality strengths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the last sentence. But after you read the "in-depth" analysis, you realise that tickle tests like this are pretty crap and rather untrue sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, as if I inspire. I'll be glad if people don't think I'm weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for why only 1.8% of test takers have this "unique combination", it's because it's nutty people like me have too much time to waste/can't concentrate on tasks bother to take these tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm cranky today. Ima go sleep now. yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-181548141623005696?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/181548141623005696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=181548141623005696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/181548141623005696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/181548141623005696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/quiz-results.html' title='quiz results'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-8518429168554426127</id><published>2007-03-14T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T19:08:45.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>golly! it's THURSDAY!</title><content type='html'>Music- music that involves extrovertial proclamations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg. I'm nearly head-banging to Muse's version of Can't Take My Eyes Off You. I think they did the bossa-nova/rock thingy of a version superbly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like Heaven to touch.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much.&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the way that I stare.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to compare.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you leaves me weak.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words left to speak,&lt;br /&gt;But if you feel like I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know that it's real.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;And if it's quite alright,&lt;br /&gt;I need you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;To warm a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when I say:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby,&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring me down, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like Heaven to touch.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much.&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;And if it's quite alright,&lt;br /&gt;I need you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;To warm a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when I say:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby,&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring me down, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the good oldies have better love songs than the current ones. Even though I have this guilty pleasure over that scraunchy PDA song, I like it because of John Legend's voice quality and the piano part. Gets ya into the mood. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naa, in a nutshell (zai hua sheng ke li), I like people to be sincere because I trust people totally 99% of the time despite my skeptical nature. Don't learn from me, cos I get hurt more often than not. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know I won't be able to take it, I'd rather shoulder all the pain than to let you do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my motto. For the people I care for. Stupid? Insane? Mental? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. But that's how I work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world was just a lousy rat race, you made me feel like I was capering around a rose bush. Then an accident happened and well, rose bushes have thousands of thorns. Then I fall back into the lousy race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess somethings will never be totally forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-8518429168554426127?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/8518429168554426127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=8518429168554426127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8518429168554426127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8518429168554426127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/golly-its-thursday.html' title='golly! it&apos;s THURSDAY!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6447669943222169860</id><published>2007-03-14T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T03:49:14.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand why</title><content type='html'>I was reading the bible last night and I really don't understand why anyone would do this. I'm not being horny or sick okay. Just genuinely asking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genesis 19:30-38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot and His Daughters&lt;br /&gt;30 Now Lot went up out of Zoar and lived in the hills with his two daughters, for he was afraid to live in Zoar. So he lived in a cave with his two daughters. 31 And the firstborn said to the younger, “Our father is old, and there is not a man on earth to come in to us after the manner of all the earth. 32 Come, let us make our father drink wine, and we will lie with him, that we may preserve offspring from our father.” 33 So they made their father drink wine that night. And the firstborn went in and lay with her father. He did not know when she lay down or when she arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 The next day, the firstborn said to the younger, “Behold, I lay last night with my father. Let us make him drink wine tonight also. Then you go in and lie with him, that we may preserve offspring from our father.” 35 So they made their father drink wine that night also. And the younger arose and lay with him, and he did not know when she lay down or when she arose. 36 Thus both the daughters of Lot became pregnant by their father. 37 The firstborn bore a son and called his name Moab. [1] He is the father of the Moabites to this day. 38 The younger also bore a son and called his name Ben-ammi. [2] He is the father of the Ammonites to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I would never do that. I don't care about the family line. Yes I'm qualified to say that cos my family line ends with ME. :D Unless some insane chap marries &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously, who cares these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Melvyn Tan!!! Ahh even though he looks really spastic and weird, he's a great pianist *gasps*. Come to Singapore!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh I notice my parting words never seem to part. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6447669943222169860?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6447669943222169860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6447669943222169860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6447669943222169860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6447669943222169860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-understand-why.html' title='I don&apos;t understand why'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2943803576616690808</id><published>2007-03-14T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T03:34:14.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese. yes I actually read chinese today!</title><content type='html'>Music- Dido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed out of the house with my boyfriend (aka my cello) for benjamin's lesson. yes, the one from khs and in 4G now. Well he's taking accompaniment for Os so I have to play sth for him to accompany. When I got there, I saw my dear junior Yvonne there. Sigh. Yet another person with the same piano teacher. Blah blah blah and we had lesson. It was pretty funny, being given permission to scream at someone. Haha now I can get me revenge. I remember how he asked me to do this and do that when I accompanied him for his bass exam last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow the lesson was pretty okay and it was rather ticklish how mrs tan and I were telling him what to do and what not to do. Hard to describe. And we were going nearly dead slow, but it's good since I don't really prac his piece. oops. I'd rather play bach. tsk tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his lesson, I met the next student from whom I got a very precious contact number from. Hah. How interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ben and I went off tgt and he showed me michelle's house. Haha. It looked rather big from the outside. I'm jealous :( Then we went opposite directions since he was going to his aunt's house. Ah yes, along the way, he was ranting about his snyo assessment and the LOVELY beethoven 7th and it's 2nd movem. sigh. Imagine having jw and he pushing tickets to poor me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I went home horribly sweaty and sticky. Eeek. Washed up and hit the com. To slack of course, what do you think? : D Naa actually I tried to get some thinkquest stuff done. Reading wiki on singlish was rather refreshing too! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com hanged as usual. Unhanged itself in the middle of my lunch : D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I attempted that crappy chinese essay. It wasn't easy cos I was reading the search results word by word and I was trying very hard not to curse or cry. Naturally, I had my online translator and minlu&lt;3 by my side for help. Minlu's really helpful okay! Thanks girl! Babelfish wasn't that great. Anyone that takes/took 3rd lang will know that. Sigh. But it does give you some idea of what that chinese webbie's talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm back to slacking! (: And I'm really happy that I can finally get ares!!!!!!!!!!! YAY! MORE MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, let me show you what happens when 2 bored people talk on msn. Excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you're actually bored enough to read it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;zomg my lips are so dry that they are bleeding now&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;i go drink water&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;wa sian still bleeding&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;later i die of excessive blood loss how&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;awww&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;i donate blood to u lor&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;besides, i got my first aid kit, nth will happen to u de la&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;you are so far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;some parts have been censored due to privacy reasons&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;means if i nid blood&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;nobody donate to me&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;chances r i die easier&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;sob sob&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;dn miss me&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;you can stab me&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;then you drink my blood&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;then tada, got blood transfusion&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;just put ur blood in a 500ml bottle lo&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;i keep it till the day i nid it&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;no the blood will coagulate&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;then you can eat blood tofu&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;just nice since my lips is bleeding&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;eee get rid of the herapin can le&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;then blood wont clot&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;smart hor&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha how to get rid?&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;filtration!&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm dissolving&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;chemical reaction&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;diffusion&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;active transport&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;ultrafiltration&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;0o&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;choose one la&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;all at one go&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;speed of reaction is the fastest&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;im such a pro chemist and biologist&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;cough, splutter&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;you filter using what?&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;filter paper ah?&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;sieve?&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;err aiya use fingers to pick the herapin out la&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;use stocking!&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;wah so smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;censorship strikes again.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;then throw away the herapin?&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;dun want la&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot throw&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;recycle&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;some ppl cant clot their blood tat easily, so we take this unused herapin n donate to them&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;err okay lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;then we have a lot of unrelated stuff happening&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is not suitable for people who have just consumed food or liquids. Suitable for people who want to lose weight by excretion through the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;buaiz&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;dn missh miee&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;worhz&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;i won't miss you&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;so cute worhz maii emotionxx&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;yeshhh&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;okieex, lurbe lurbe eu&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;dunch disturbb eu le worhz&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;okayess&lt;br /&gt;my name is lihui. wee says:&lt;br /&gt;YUCKS&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;buaizzz&lt;br /&gt;gen=*    I won't resist if you pushed me off mt. everest says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I had one of those drawing convos with grace. Can't post them here though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Don't worry grace, my seb obsession has died quite a while ago. Not too bad, considering I only had less than 5 of her songs. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this pic on the dyb blog. Yes yes very outdated but it's funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/hongbinandsamuel.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_hongbinandsamuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish. and look at the culprit's (samuel) face. Sigh. I can't believe he's sec 3 and that MAYPING wants him. Luckily she got dumped. hehe. I don't care mp, I'm gonna defame you. That's for smacking me. (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay Ima blog hop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2943803576616690808?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2943803576616690808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2943803576616690808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2943803576616690808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2943803576616690808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/chinese-yes-i-actually-read-chinese.html' title='chinese. yes I actually read chinese today!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-4151668137787472226</id><published>2007-03-11T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:47:22.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wedding</title><content type='html'>Music- Irreplacable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a wedding on sat and I had fun. Fun making money. (: Photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this banner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/jesusbanner.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_jesusbanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the couple of the day. My mum and I agree that they have fu qi xiang. But I don't think you can see their faces, so nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/couple.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the church stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/church.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_church.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this banner too. The guy in the photo too is the MC. I didn't mean to capture him. He was in the way. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/blackbanner.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_blackbanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending weddings... the process is always the same, but it's always a renewal of how you remind yourself to care and love your friends and loved ones more and to show them that you care. I was thinking about that bit in the book the 5 people you meet in heaven about weddings and how they're so beautiful. Yes, I saw it. The endings are always the same, how the groom kisses the bride and the look in their eyes tells you that they think their marriage is going to break all the records. I was very lucky to see all that cos while the couple's backs faced the audience, I was on the stage. Which means that only the pastor and I got to see their faces ^^ seh right? (: Everything was so touching, especially the thanking their parents part. Even the groom cried. And this wedding was rather timely since it made me realise something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have meant quite a bit to you to make you let me go. Tell me if I'm wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyhow... other pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4i's trophys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/4iglories.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_4iglories.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/4Ipic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_4Ipic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTING THE BESTESTEST NOTICE BOARD IN THE YEAR 4 LEVEL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/cnynoticeboard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_cnynoticeboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is interesting. I took it in Music Essentials while I was hunting for my cello scales book. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/fakebook.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_fakebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in another shop. Interesting right? I think this trio costs $130. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/monkeys.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_monkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yeah. Thank you CHARLES for miscommunicating with me and telling me the thinkquest meeting was today. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-4151668137787472226?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/4151668137787472226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=4151668137787472226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4151668137787472226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4151668137787472226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/wedding.html' title='a wedding'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5846833011139104799</id><published>2007-03-09T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:43:21.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you.</title><content type='html'>this post is for a particular someone that I know I owe an explanation to for my actions. If you know that you aren't the one, don't bother about this post. If you have a feeling that you are, then read on. I know the person this is addressed to reads my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we broke a record of not really talking to each other for a week. And it had to be the week just before the term break. Maybe it'll extend to 2 weeks. Though you're close to me, you were someone I didn't say "see ya!" to. I know I don't have to cos some things don't have to be said anymore. I hope you feel the same way too. This has been bugging on my mind. I haven't got time to resolve it this week cos of the tests and stuff to do that have been weighing heavy on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just something that hacalppened between us. No one's at fault, it's just circumstances. But we can make it change for the better. I want to, do you? We could work together and piece everything together again. Let's not wait till it's too late alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was one day some chinese (I think) teacher said sth about not forgetting about your old friends after making new ones. You shouldn't always stick to one person you know? I tried to talk to you but you just drift away. Then other stuff happened and I got quite fed up with you and I've been terribly stressed out (in the past, present and future), thus the nasty tones of late. I'm sorry for that. I really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me about the attachment today. I really meant my answer about seeing if you can cope, if you can't cope with the bare essentials of schoolwork, don't go. I know I sounded extremely cynical, but I just didn't know how to face you somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem so distant. Don't let our relationship drain away like it was worthless. It isn't. I'm at fault. Every time I get cynical or start talking more than I should, it's because I'm suffering from an inferiority complex inside that's been eating me for every meal. I'll either stone or be like that till it realy goes away I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will you forgive me? I hope you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5846833011139104799?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5846833011139104799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5846833011139104799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5846833011139104799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5846833011139104799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-you.html' title='to you.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5955823044652529844</id><published>2007-03-09T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:26:44.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go to hawaii!</title><content type='html'>Music- this song called she's like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have interestingly funny videos! Kudos to jiahui! to those who don't have much patience or music dna, wait till the middle, that's where the funny part starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ifKKlhYF53w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ifKKlhYF53w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one makes me feel like becoming a composer.lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xui7x_KF7bY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xui7x_KF7bY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. now even though the hols are here, there's an incredulous amount of work waiting for me. Okay, maybe some/most of you have more on your plate, but I have other commitments besides school. Shan't say, or others may say I'm showing off. zzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have photos from co concert too! but they're just photos of me and my jrs/srs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously didn't see the exit sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/jwmevincent.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_jwmevincent.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayping and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/mpandI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_mpandI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayping while we were still in co room. super act cute. that's why I had to take another pic. tsk tsk tsk. Still dare to smack my butt today. you watch out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/maypingandI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_maypingandI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY and I. Stupid jamie. next time I won't wake you up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/jyandI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_jyandI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han yin and I. Haha honey and ROSIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/hanyinandI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_hanyinandI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ying2 don't get jealous. I just wanted a pic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/guanyangandI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_guanyangandI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ACT CUTE. *pukes* and this is supposed to be after his hair was spiked. With a lot of help from people like dorea and I etc. Luckily no xing zhong. ^^ I still remember hong bin's disaster last year. One of the many guys I know that can't style their own hair tsk tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/guanyangandI2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_guanyangandI2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ex-angel and I. do you think she's pretty? (not me la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/doreaandI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_doreaandI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cally and I. Somehow this pic looks weird. maybe cos cally is in it. haha jk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/callyandI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_callyandI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amelia and I. and she's snatching the limelight grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/ameliaandI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_ameliaandI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from yt's blog. It looked really nice and this pic is precious cos it's the only pic I have of us performing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/dybcellosec4s.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_dybcellosec4s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is special too. Haha. that guy is our conductor. the better one. oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/mecallyttk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_mecallyttk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took this on the bus. I love dyb! (: 2nd smallest section of our year in co. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/dybsec4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_dybsec4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non co pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some pics of the mep class, though we're missing 2 people. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/IMG_2324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_IMG_2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/IMG_2323.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_IMG_2323.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/IMG_2322.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_IMG_2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/IMG_2321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_IMG_2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyway it's going to be a busy day tomorrow. Piano at 8.15 AM. :( Then I have to go to this ulu church at telok blangah for a wedding. I'm the pianist there ^^ seh right? (: more seh than being a delegate of singapore haha. but after that I have to go MY church then math. sob. more than 12 hours non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get some shopping done on Sunday. Need to get stuff for myself (not retail therapy, it's called necessity. ) and for others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to upload new songs to my hp. Sheesh. I need to do geog too. :( The spirit is unwilling and the flesh is weak. Forget it then ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5955823044652529844?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5955823044652529844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5955823044652529844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5955823044652529844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5955823044652529844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-go-to-hawaii.html' title='let&apos;s go to hawaii!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-639548389762822708</id><published>2007-03-05T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T07:07:51.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandals, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Music- PDA (We just don't care)&lt;br /&gt;This song is really sensual, alluring and captivating. At last I actually got down to get it. I'll not specify how though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following took place today somewhere at the start of dazu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backstory: somehow mayping wanted to box guan yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: aiya mayping, you can't and better not box him I tell you... later ying ying will come after you!&lt;br /&gt;mayping: *looks around* HAHA she isn't here so I can box him!&lt;br /&gt;me: uhh but I'm very sure guan yang will tell her eventually and you'll still get it. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;mayping: ya hor. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. mayping finally got her new cello and it looks a lot like mine. luckily I have one string different from hers or I'll have to start staring at the tuning pegs. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after encountering a CERTAIN bunch of female juniors today who commented about how I place my cello, I'm actually quite glad my teacher is male. gosh. Haha I remember how scared my mum was during the first lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no one at his place, my mum was alone in the living room and my teacher and I were behind closed doors and according to my mum there wasn't any sound. I assure you she's deaf or sth. :x After the lesson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: It was so spooky! What's more you were alone in the room with him! And it was so quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, but well I decided to forgive her since it was my first male music teacher. And yes I was the one who found him (as usual). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm oh yeah, I took pics on the performance day. I'll post them someday, thurs or fri night when all the bloody tests are over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEP IS SO FREAKING HARD TO STUDY! RAH. 15 marks worth of history, yet 6 composers? WTH. Average less than 3 marks/ composer. A bit gay, don't you think? GAWD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-639548389762822708?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/639548389762822708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=639548389762822708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/639548389762822708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/639548389762822708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/03/scandals-anyone.html' title='Scandals, anyone?'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-8637808532918675913</id><published>2007-02-28T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T06:56:32.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Crowns- Who Am I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Verse 1       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who am I? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That the Lord of all the earth,     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Would care to know my name, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;would care to feel my hurt,      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who am I? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That the Bright and Morning Star,   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would choose to light the way, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For my ever wandering heart,    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not because of who I am, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but because of what You've done,  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not because of what I've done, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but because of who You are,  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chorus &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a flower quickly fading, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here today and gone tomorrow, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wave tossed in the ocean (ocean), &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a vapour in the wind,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling,  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And You've told me who I am..      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am Yours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Verse 2     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who am I? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That the eyes that see my sin,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would look on me with love, and watch me rise again,   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who am I? That the voice that calmed the sea,  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would call out through the rain, and calm the storm in me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not because of who I am, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but because of what You've done,  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but because of who You are, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chorus &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-8637808532918675913?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/8637808532918675913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=8637808532918675913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8637808532918675913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8637808532918675913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/casting-crowns-who-am-i.html' title='Casting Crowns- Who Am I'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-428372371759165554</id><published>2007-02-28T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T06:37:58.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wednesday</title><content type='html'>Music- Who Am I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah met xj and eld today to pass them the co tix. Please refer to their blogs for extra info cos I think they summarised it very well. Jw was being a smart ass as usual (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home by train and was waiting for my mum when I saw ching siang (or did he call me? ). He went up to me, said hi and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS: What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Points to rainy sky with my trusty red brolly) I'm waiting... for Spring to arrive! (in a very Shakespearean manner)&lt;br /&gt;CS: -.- (and procedes to walk out of the station)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey don't you have an umbrella?&lt;br /&gt;CS: no.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You're walking in the rain?!&lt;br /&gt;CS: Aiya nvm. I'm a guy wad (or sth like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and he walks off. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I really need a new umbrella. Mine has 3-4 holes that seem to be expanding. :( Don't get for my birthday pressie okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's geog presentation? I feel totally into politics man! WHOOO! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-428372371759165554?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/428372371759165554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=428372371759165554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/428372371759165554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/428372371759165554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/wednesday.html' title='A wednesday'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2730052035678058992</id><published>2007-02-25T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T06:34:35.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Music- My Baby Shot Me Down (Nancy Sinatra)&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;blankety-blank-blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At P6 I had such a thought (amongst many others) : I've been through more downs than ups than other 12-year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, that's crap. I'm not that self-centered anymore, people, don't run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say something. Eld, I really really understand your pain. Ai-yo. Paaaaaaaain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let's hope it'll be better from now on after we end a chapter in our book. Maybe not our anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know what to say. It literally hurts. Do you feel the same? I don't want to be sadistic, but I'm glad if you do. So do you? I can accept current agreements, but I have to get over everything. It's not as easy as I thought it would be when I told myself to do what you did. Maybe you're so much stronger than me and so much more sane. I can't believe I said you were idealistic then. Maybe I was always the dreamy one. And what if you didn't start anything? How would it be now then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh. Just when all those songs started to make sense, they've become the reminders to my heartbreak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and now I can only wimper a silent ouch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2730052035678058992?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2730052035678058992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2730052035678058992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2730052035678058992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2730052035678058992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_25.html' title=':('/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1953163797826987044</id><published>2007-02-24T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:44:42.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday!</title><content type='html'>today. ttk scolded people for the first time in a long time. doesn't that say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later when i got back home. my dad asked me if I wanted to use a student plan instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after research. yeah i guess so, so here's to everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use M1 and you think of chatting with me often over the phone (or if you already do), please tell me so I can add your number as one of 3 free nos I can call. THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I can only think of one person. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm I'm going out soon for cny visiting. believe it or not and I'm super exhausted. I can fall asleep anytime now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzonk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1953163797826987044?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1953163797826987044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1953163797826987044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1953163797826987044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1953163797826987044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/saturday.html' title='saturday!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-520304438040815671</id><published>2007-02-23T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T06:42:11.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>Music- silence ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 938 Campus today and it was pretty interesting, at least I accomplished something, namely getting the chance to meet dr wu in real life. HAH. I'm not talking much, only blogging for the sake of blogging really. I'm exhausted and there's co tmr and the weekend is going to be terribly hectic. Already stuff are clashing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jw has a a christian name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila-Bodo Mong cha cha Mak Jun Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right? Like catholics with double names hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sian. I'm super tired, but there's so much homework and projs and I'm still waiting for my cello teacher to reply my sms RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously tirrrrrred. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-520304438040815671?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/520304438040815671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=520304438040815671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/520304438040815671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/520304438040815671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-busy-busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy busy busy'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1338246491811436136</id><published>2007-02-20T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T03:13:40.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny</title><content type='html'>Music- planetshakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure cny has been tiring for everyone, with all the visitations and wide fake smiles you give to all your relatives/strangers and all you actually care about is how much they're paying you in that red packet for that toothy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, luckily I had the sense this year to carry a book around. I practically got some shut-eye at every house I went to, except for my pastor's place cos grace was there. (not the grace everyone knows sadly; yes I know there's a double meaning but uhh). Yes yes we had girl talk and talked about the church youth, of which I'm totally ignorant of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing is, I learnt many life lessons over these weird 3 days and I'll share the more interesting ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Many people are just plain sweet-talkers and they just toy with feelings. So please, open your eyes and love with your brain and not just your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That nail polish is dreadfully hard to apply. No I didn't get it, I helped grace (again not g ho) and it was ... okay it's not that bad since I was the one doing it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just shut up when others ask you about your education system or how you're doing at school, cos your parents either butt in extremely rudely or snatch your answer right out of your mouth. It really got on my nerves I tell you. *humph*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Unless you're really confident that your joke is funny, don't say it. (no I wasn't the lucky one to learn it the hard way (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get your sleep, you don't want your relatives opening the door to invite a panda in. I remember commenting to I-forgot-who about bamboo forests and living there. hmm nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So now the good news is that life is going to return to normal tomorrow? (for most) But zomg I'm on SC duty tmr and I DON'T HAVE MY JERSEY. ?!!? sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad things are that I have homework and I'm rather backward... sheesh. I know I ought to stop lazing around and start working but I'm boredddd and it's cny! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah the most bhb thing I've been doing these 3 days...&lt;br /&gt;Hovering in front of the mirror and realising that I'm not that fat (or maybe it's because I look at my mum too much OOPS) and blah blah blah. If I carry on, I'm sure I'll attract many comments on my tagboard lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing is that I once again got the chance to cry myself to sleep. ON CNY, like what is my problem? And another sad thing... we haven't been talking much right? But we've both been busy so yeah. Sometimes I do feel cheated replying your msgs cos I know you won't reply lol. It's a waste? Hmm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy days ahead, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1338246491811436136?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1338246491811436136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1338246491811436136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1338246491811436136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1338246491811436136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny.html' title='cny'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6204730648459486413</id><published>2007-02-17T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:58:51.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a few seconds ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` jon neo. ★ says:&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with u today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question. I DON'T KNOW EITHER. Maybe it's the hormones (lol), maybe it's me and my imminent disaster, again. I've been babbling rubbish and thinking it's normal but my friends obviously don't think it is and I don't know how to react and uhh when even GRACE doesn't catch it it means that the warning lights have gotta start wailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read something I got off a girl's blog and at first, I swear I was getting disturbed cos it was in English and I didn't quite catch most of it. Till I realised upon second reading that it was rather bimbotic. Like:&lt;br /&gt;When A and B have sex, who tops?&lt;br /&gt;I mean this is one of the more understandable ones, but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First reaction: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got the meaning after I read the answer: Better assets tops, which in that case was the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still don't get it, think literally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. Why AM I TALKING ABOUT SUCH STUFF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No I'm not getting horny. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6204730648459486413?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6204730648459486413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6204730648459486413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6204730648459486413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6204730648459486413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-few-seconds-ago-jon-neo.html' title=''/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-498293473345872026</id><published>2007-02-17T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:35:54.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chu xi</title><content type='html'>Music- silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly bor-ing. There's a lot of work to do, but no will. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I made a difference in your life yesterday. Only time will tell if I did, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah grace makes good recommendations! The Who Am I song is really nice! Father Spirit Jesus is quite rock-ish and it's long for an average popular song. Lyrics are rather... personal? Like personal preference. I thought they were squished into the song or something. I feel claustrophobic. :( Yes and I am determined to go out with you on wed. No shopping though, unless it's for my pair of kinky perfect dress slippers! ^^ Whee! Maybe we could go cycling? hmm bad timing. Uhh... maybe you could come over and we could just strum the guitar and sing rubbish songs and piece my puzzle together! I've been having fantasies of asking you over during the march hols and we could just talk about stuff and **** and put that puzzle together while we're at it or something. hoho! &lt;3 Yes dear I do love you and your company and your crap stories and pressents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if, just if I ever go, you'll be the part of me that I had to chop off from myself in order to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned that besides my disgusting 2 year emotional expiry, I always have to split up with my pals every 2 years? It's also always at the peak of the friendship and that makes me feel extremely sore considering the fact that I have many acquaintences, but only a handful of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value friendships a lot, I really do. I remember everything about you, but I'm always scared to show since I don't want to seem despo I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I suffer from an inferiority complex. Got cure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-498293473345872026?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/498293473345872026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=498293473345872026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/498293473345872026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/498293473345872026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/chu-xi.html' title='chu xi'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-9207080809524289984</id><published>2007-02-16T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:02:11.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love</title><content type='html'>I tell you, after getting slightly bored of listening to the same old 3 to 4 sophie ellis bextor songs and after influencing a female by the name of grace ho wan ting to download 10 of her songs at once I officially announce that I have moved on in terms of music artistes and uhh yes I have a slight obsession with brit pop still I assure you that this is so gonna last and yes my new love is MUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Muse is a popular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="England" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/England"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rock music" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_music"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; band formed while at Teignmouth Community College in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Teignmouth" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teignmouth"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Teignmouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Devon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1992" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1992"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Their idiosyncratic style is a blend of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Indie rock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indie_rock"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;indie rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Progressive rock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Progressive_rock"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;progressive rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Heavy metal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_metal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;heavy metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, with heavy influences from classical composers, especially those of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Romantic era" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romantic_era"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Romantic era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sergei Rachmaninoff" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sergei_Rachmaninoff"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sergei Rachmaninov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. The band is famed for its energetic live performances and frontman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Matthew Bellamy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_Bellamy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Matthew Bellamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'s eccentric interests in global conspiracy, extraterrestrial life, theology and the apocalypse. Muse consists of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Matthew Bellamy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_Bellamy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Matthew Bellamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dominic Howard" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dominic_Howard"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dominic Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Chris Wolstenholme" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Wolstenholme"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chris Wolstenholme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. As of the release of their fourth album, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Morgan Nicholls" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morgan_Nicholls"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Morgan Nicholls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; assists the band during live performances, providing additional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Keyboards" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keyboards"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;keyboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sampling (music)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sampling_%28music%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;samples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Backing vocalist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Backing_vocalist"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;backing vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cryptic messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of Muse's albums, most notably Origin of Symmetry, have revolved around strange and often cryptic messages which were sent by the band in a variety of ways.&lt;br /&gt;Muse created what seemed to be a giant treasure hunt, and in their future set lists more anagrams pointed towards more complicated methods of decryption, including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Caesar cipher" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caesar_cipher"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Caesar squares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and the use of an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Enigma machine" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enigma_machine"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enigma M3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; simulator. A second wave of fans complied to the demands of the clues, which involved writing the password on their bodies and including a picture in the email, and this time only four people were successful in getting a reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The band experimented with unorthodox instrumentation, such as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Church organ" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_organ"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;church organ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mellotron" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mellotron"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mellotron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and an expanded drum kit. There were more of Bellamy's high-pitched vocal lines, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Arpeggio" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arpeggio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;arpeggiated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; guitar, and distinctive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Piano" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piano"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; playing, inspired by the works of pianists of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Romanticism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanticism"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Romanticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; movement, particularly Russians such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sergei Rachmaninoff" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sergei_Rachmaninoff"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rachmaninov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyotr_Ilyich_Tchaikovsky"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tchaikovsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Also palpable is the influence of minimalists such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Philip Glass" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_Glass"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Philip Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Bellamy cites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Guitar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitar"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; influences such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jimi Hendrix" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimi_Hendrix"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tom Morello" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Morello"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tom Morello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Audioslave" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audioslave"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Audioslave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rage Against the Machine" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rage_Against_the_Machine"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rage Against the Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;), the latter evident in the more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Riff" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Riff"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;riff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-based songs on Origin of Symmetry, and in Bellamy's extensive use of pitch-shifting effects in his solos. The album also features a surprising reworking of Anthony Newley and Leslie Bricusse's "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Feeling Good" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feeling_Good"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow and their inspiration comes from people like Rachmaninow, Phillip Glass, Tchaikovsky, etc. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight is seriously nice too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-9207080809524289984?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/9207080809524289984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=9207080809524289984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/9207080809524289984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/9207080809524289984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-love.html' title='My love'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-9005682290440022516</id><published>2007-02-15T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:45:45.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>continued</title><content type='html'>Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hongbin and my cello with his smart invention of a music stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/musicstand.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_musicstand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mep group, without joel (as usual? heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/e91.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_e91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/e92.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_e92.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;composition of grace,  yl and I, which got very crazy and I had a hard time erasing it before yap came, I rmb. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/music.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_music.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this at discovery centre. Cool right? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/bang.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_bang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KCQD!!!!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/ylandI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_ylandI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace and her crap. Sigh. I haven't taken the monkey yet though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/woodback.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_woodback.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/woodfront.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_woodfront.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My messy room. Took a pic cos I was bored studying chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/room.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-9005682290440022516?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/9005682290440022516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=9005682290440022516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/9005682290440022516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/9005682290440022516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/continued.html' title='continued'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-2104131442185624869</id><published>2007-02-15T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:21:51.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>change is the only constant</title><content type='html'>Music- linkin park linkin park linkin park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took place on v-day, during my recess in the canteen where I was seeling mai ya tang for sc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (sees ms wee) hello there ms wee! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;W: *stares hard at me* OH HELLO THERE GENEVE! Oh my you've lost a lot of weight! Especially from your face!&lt;br /&gt;Me: 0o I have?&lt;br /&gt;W: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh I didn't uhh know.&lt;br /&gt;W: Anyhow, catch up with you another time yeah? bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. So I weighed myself when I got back home. I realised that I lost 1-2kg (my astig is bad, causing me to ALWAYS see double) again. From the social point of view, it's GREAT. But hmm 4-5kg in 4 mths. 1kg/mth should be okay right? oh nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what an emotional wreck I've been lately. It's ironic how I was trying so hard to console 3 people at once; all people that mean so much to me. Then I go and fall flat on my face and move on to do what I told them NOT to do to me and others. I just had to refrain myself from spewing my usual "the world owes me the world speech" but I couldn't hold it anymore so I just yelled "THE WORLD OWES ME I TELL YOU!!!!" just before mep started when there was only 3-4/9 of us around. Yeah they were shocked and they asked why the world and they owed me but I was like lalala it's nothing. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And interestingly enough, we studied satie today. I honestly love people with interesting mindsets and habits, like buying 12 grey suits at once and wearing only 6 before you kick the bucket. Ms tan was saying that anyone who is super cynical and thinks the world is jaded and stuff would love him. When she asked that question, I didn't raise my hand. I just gave her a look. I think she got the idea. And omg her cookies are super nice. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To grace, if you ever read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not answering your messages, but I'm 101% sure you know the golden answer. I just know that my expiry date is nearing. Remember what I told you that night? Yeah. I seriously mean it and you're the first person I've told. Honestly. I don't know what I want now. I can only put my finger on certain troubling factors, like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My english is deteoriating. I think. Maybe I aim too high. I've always wanted to be un-understandable. I have no idea why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yeah, the usual suspect of studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The golden, long-standing factor of ninnies all around me taking my jokes too seriously and taking me to be a freako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. An elf is sawing my vena cavas away. MY HEART JUST HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay and YONG CHIANG IS BACK. (: I MISSED YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-2104131442185624869?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/2104131442185624869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=2104131442185624869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2104131442185624869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/2104131442185624869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/change-is-only-constant.html' title='change is the only constant'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-7310178617391152987</id><published>2007-02-11T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T08:19:08.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>qui?</title><content type='html'>Music- Rammstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lousy stomachache the entire day. Jolted me out of my beauty sleep at 7, but I like hit the sheets at 2 plus? oh gawd. Luckily I didn't feel tired. I splashed an entire cup of water on myself just before leaving the house for church (oh damn) but it dried up before worship started. tg!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an interesting discovery, your chinese standard automatically drops to around that of mine once you leave dh. Classic examples: wen bin and yiliang. hoho. okay maybe not but I'm seriously worried about passing ryan's girl (ie: o levels). Yes, Ryan, I do remember stuff you say. Forgive me about the room thingy although it was totally last month. glup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. 3 people got suspended from the music team but new people are coming in from the youth side, but uhh their standard is... alright never mind. :D falalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity my dad. He has got no new clothes and it makes me feel awful. Awfully guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomg I miss you so much. I can't stand it, how we can't have conversations or just having conversations with replies a few hours later. I feel like doing what you do to me but that's just oh so childish but I don't seem to care. I think you're idealistic, but I think I am guilty of that I word too. Sheesh. I think it's me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-7310178617391152987?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/7310178617391152987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=7310178617391152987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7310178617391152987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/7310178617391152987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/qui.html' title='qui?'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1281245543981107974</id><published>2007-02-10T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T06:59:29.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(??)</title><content type='html'>Music- robbie williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to someone, G and L?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're having a difficult period struggling with yourself and much more and well, I'm going through a ditch of a time too darling. The thing is, you belong to the group where you are loved. You have me, Ch, and many more. I think you're a swell friend. You'll always be a special part of me no matter what happens next time or even if we part. Serious. Sometimes we all just get blinded by our little pity party bashes and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't see how much our friends love and care for us. When you hurt, your friends get hurt. I mean friends as in the true ones you talk to. They really care for you, but sometimes they just may not know how to talk to you or sound you out though they really really are dying to know what happened and how they can give a little help at least. Please, open the door cos you're really freaking us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, an interesting poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you&lt;br /&gt;Since the moment I laid eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;Your amazing eyes&lt;br /&gt;Caught my glance&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;Melted my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your soft fingers&lt;br /&gt;Brushed away the pain&lt;br /&gt;Your gentleness and demureness&lt;br /&gt;Took all my troubles away&lt;br /&gt;A fantasy world&lt;br /&gt;That you lived in&lt;br /&gt;And which you brought me into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many many reasons, I only chose to take the first part of the poem. WINKS.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, demureness? ness? ho hum. To the author: yes I do love you and stop accusing me of adultry gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh golly. Disgusting week ahead. I'm dead tired now. The whole day was crammed with activites non-stop even till now at 12.25. SIGH. Since 7 plus when I woke up. SIGH SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1281245543981107974?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1281245543981107974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1281245543981107974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1281245543981107974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1281245543981107974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_10.html' title='(??)'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-6951251638446441813</id><published>2007-02-09T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T06:45:46.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please ignore.</title><content type='html'>I'm not angry or pissed. I just have a foreboding that shouldn't be there; a prophecy of the end? I know I think too much for my own good, but as I already questioned, is it even possible to maintain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one phrase pops into my mind: gao1 pan1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, pragmatism is also a way of life. The heart exists with the brain too. Is it time for a wake-up call or is it just me, again? I really don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-6951251638446441813?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/6951251638446441813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=6951251638446441813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6951251638446441813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/6951251638446441813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/please-ignore.html' title='please ignore.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-9201117887908147176</id><published>2007-02-09T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T06:45:19.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(?)</title><content type='html'>Music- those dreamy/slow rock tunes like chasing cars and let it slide etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd:&lt;br /&gt;yap: don't worry! the math test is very easy!&lt;br /&gt;me: ahh good. *expects stuff like just applying R-formula and finding min and max pt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;4i: *faint faint faint faint faint* except the prcs? hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. how am I ever going to achieve my aims like this?! oh god oh god oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bloody chi tchr keeps picking on me. this sucks. rah. and there are like 3-4 tests next week? and there's the discovery centre trip thingy on tues? zzz. The sch thinks that we're deprived kids who haven't seen a talking robot? (Actually, no matter what I ask it, it gives the same reply; I don't quite get you. So did I outsmart it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, certain things have been happening, like people saying stuff that motivate me NOT to change who I really am, although I admit to trying extremely hard to for the entire duration of my terribly miserable life. Even though I got to a certain point of a comfort zone, (oh my that period was wonderful, but exhausting) it seemed rather confusing and I felt like I had lost my self-identity. The answer was simple afterall; multiple personalities, way of talking, use of vocab and lingo,... you name it, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it was just so difficult to fit in anywhere, let alone find anyone to have an intellectual conversation and more with me. It stays so even in my current situation (which hasn't changed much) so yes, I'm still a miserable person who makes it to be an open secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, if you had a 50/50 chance of a gamble to change your situation, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would. I cross my fingers, toes, hair, blah blah blah for success and nothing less, only more. PLEASE JUST LET ME SUCCEED. OH PLEASE. SO I CAN GET OUT OF THIS HELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-9201117887908147176?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/9201117887908147176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=9201117887908147176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/9201117887908147176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/9201117887908147176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='(?)'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-759943854165476419</id><published>2007-02-05T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T07:26:21.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light-headed day</title><content type='html'>Music- the ringing of my ears and the swooshing of air by my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going out to val:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i'm not pissed off okay? tralala. Enjoy yr gran's house. I know you'll be glad! :D I'll miss ya and well it's pretty sad we can't get to go overseas tgt. Sigh. Oh yes and zhen wei is really slow. tralala and continue being crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today;&lt;br /&gt;I feel light-headed, literally and GRACE HO had to greet me in the morn with a nice hard whack on my head that gave me giddiness for the rest of the day till now. zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, thanks a lot hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. voting! I really wanted to void my vote, but that would just be an act of cowardice and I used my intellect to deduce that I didn't even see a candidate deserving of presidency. How sad. Anyhow, I heard that many ppl just voided their votes! How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes dyb is going to perform for this bunch of nanjing people on 15/2. Whoopee. But I have mep lessons, so ima see if I can actually make it lol. Hope the china people don't scorn us or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow! Tan Chan Boon! Hah. and MEP DINNER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm zonked and giddy and uhh zonked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-759943854165476419?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/759943854165476419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=759943854165476419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/759943854165476419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/759943854165476419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/light-headed-day.html' title='Light-headed day'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-5980570123944525292</id><published>2007-02-02T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T06:11:52.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday without red-plate-stall hash browns!!</title><content type='html'>Music- kylie? hmm yeah i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lang arts today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace: (holds up her forkie fork fork menancingly) IF YOU DARE TALK ABOUT THE BIO TEST, I'LL STAB YOU!&lt;br /&gt;me: (disarms her) heh... I feel like digging my nose now, dear (while holding the fork)&lt;br /&gt;g: here, take this! (hands over spoon) I'm sure your nose is big enough. :D (beams)&lt;br /&gt;me: T.T (. Durai?   haha inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee and our whole row got A (-haha so lousy) for our write-up! Whoopeee! The elite 7? hoho I'm part of like the 2nd elite group. jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh if my 4I angel sees this... I'm jealous of celine leh friend. Give me sth worth at least a few dollars lah. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh I can't wait for the mep dinner! Wow it's like the smallest class possible i've been in lol. We all love each other don't we? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. co 9-5. No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. I want to cut my hair! (lihui? xD) maybe on sunday, but it really depends on time and mood and uhh i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parting words: the golly bible rocks! but the chronicles of charles and deborah rocks more!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-5980570123944525292?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/5980570123944525292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=5980570123944525292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5980570123944525292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/5980570123944525292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-without-red-plate-stall-hash.html' title='friday without red-plate-stall hash browns!!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-8140418350500954413</id><published>2007-01-31T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T06:54:08.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Music- justin timberlake!!!! omg omg his voice is soooo sexy!!! hah. I've always had this weakness for him I think. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just slow down,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for my sake?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you slog your guts out,&lt;br /&gt;and have no space to dream,&lt;br /&gt;and just do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;With me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt when I see you in the dark abyss.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it reminds me of myself,&lt;br /&gt;A recent (?) time ago?&lt;br /&gt;You were my last step out of it,&lt;br /&gt;So don't fall in.&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a slightly more lighthearted note, this happened last sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (asks wen bin for the time)&lt;br /&gt;wb: it's 12&lt;br /&gt;me: oh shucks!&lt;br /&gt;wb: why?&lt;br /&gt;me: omg I'm meeting my friend at 12.45!&lt;br /&gt;wb: boy or girl (in chi)&lt;br /&gt;me: uhh... girl?&lt;br /&gt;wb: GOSH! omg I didn't know you had such tenancies? (in chi)&lt;br /&gt;me: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I'll reply tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minlu: Tsk. Only people with no class will call themselves brabra. What's your prob zzz. Stupid lulu haha. You can call yourself that. :P&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: it's not called confidence... you should see the test. 2 questions leh!&lt;br /&gt;Linky: whoa calm down.&lt;br /&gt;jh: yes I realised the difficulty of the 2nd question sigh.&lt;br /&gt;yl: hah if you get for me i'll get for you :P save up for your drum set lah. zzz. YES OMG 10 MARKS AND 2 QUESTIONS!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright people. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-8140418350500954413?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/8140418350500954413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=8140418350500954413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8140418350500954413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8140418350500954413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-4342172389221116316</id><published>2007-01-28T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T06:22:06.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sunday.</title><content type='html'>Music- STILL sophie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of you pooled money to buy me an ipod nano,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be ecstatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new person to add to my collection- jennifer (besides babara and john )  ; inside joke (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, I love your church's music, grace! OMG I love the energy and it's been some time since i last sang my heart out till I cry and just feel god's presence etc. And I don't have to cringe at lousy chords and pitching. Although I feel the pianist comes in a tad too loud, esp at free worship. I wanna go back! And maybe let's take a non-believer along this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is invest! Sigh. Lugging stuff to sch with a cello isn't fun you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Math test tmr. I call it a worksheet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-4342172389221116316?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/4342172389221116316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=4342172389221116316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4342172389221116316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4342172389221116316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunday.html' title='A sunday.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-3320816731506263531</id><published>2007-01-26T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T06:22:45.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a post?</title><content type='html'>Music- yapyap it's sophie again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think males can be rather weird at times. I shall illustrate 2 weird um incidents? out of many personal experiences really. Don't get annoyed or pissed off, people, especially the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was on the train home with lihui and yuan lin on err tues? We were gaying around at the connexion between the carriages. I was holding lihui's and my phone cos I was sending themes. So you imagine me with 2 phones and just leaning casually against the wall talking to them. Suddenly, I feel a really big "slap" on my left shoulder, like whole hand contact and staying there sort of gesture. Then I hear a voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man: hey what are you doing with 2 phones? doing magic? show me too!&lt;br /&gt;me: (tries to be friendly since i'm in a good mood) yeah yeah you want to see? no la, i don't know how to :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so apparantly, this man was with a china lady and well they're obviously married cos they were saying that they have a kid in dh who's in sec 1 (like i care). they started asked and saying weird stuff like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man: ehh you're moving back to the tanjong rhu campus 2 years later right? so now you're at gim moh etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. PUH-LEASE gimme a break. luckily they got off soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to lihui and yl(i think), there was one point when the guy nearly fell on top of me but I didn't see it. It was his wife who err saved him in the nick of time? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't rmb which day of the week it was, but i was going home with lihui. we were at kallang when there was an announcement for train termination at aljunied cos of a track incident. Lihui later found out that the train knocked down a man and the roads at eunos were so badly jammed (including the buses) that she took an hour to get home, which is totally ?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think getting yourself flattened by the train is a dumb way to die. The man was still alive in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr yap is weird I tell you. Okay maybe not weird, but okay maybe he's our mental age in a certain sense, like I seriously think we can have a battle of humour. Oh gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Now I shall inform the world of 2 new graphs, ie the omg and the wth graph. wth is 1/omg. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace ho. I pledge my undying love for you! (:&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES darling! what shall we name our second child? our son has killed 198 people so far! What should we do? sooner or later, lihui will have no more guys to jio! oh no. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was really random. I'm just a philandering mormon. Naa I don't mean that really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-3320816731506263531?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/3320816731506263531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=3320816731506263531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3320816731506263531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/3320816731506263531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/01/post.html' title='a post?'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-4092429028748233268</id><published>2007-01-21T05:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T06:14:08.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressents!!!!</title><content type='html'>Music- gershwin(: jw: i think jazz is one of the best music genres okay. humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in my church called chui leng just came back from shanghai and hong kong. You may recognise her name from a previous post. Well she bought me some nice stuff and Ima show it to you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;necklace with large beads. quite colourful and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/DSC00059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_DSC00059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grape thingy necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/DSC00058.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_DSC00058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice brown scrunchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/DSC00057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_DSC00057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obscure navy blue scrunchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/DSC00056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_DSC00056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beady rubber band that's actually quite heavy. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/DSC00055.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_DSC00055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;star earings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/DSC00054.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_DSC00054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beady earings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/DSC00053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o270/enigma-poirot/th_DSC00053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-4092429028748233268?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/4092429028748233268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=4092429028748233268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4092429028748233268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4092429028748233268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/01/pressents.html' title='Pressents!!!!'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-8706595186871194792</id><published>2007-01-17T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T05:50:48.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day.</title><content type='html'>Music- Messiaen's turangalila symphony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been inspired by highly macarbe thoughts (maybe by mr ken etc), I shall talk about the 2 times in my life that I nearly died. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was in p3 and I had a maid then. Bad idea but yeah got family probs so we got a domestic helper I guess. I was walking home and since I didn't like her, I was walking way in front. I think I had a bad bad bad bad bad day at school so I wasn't looking at the road. I crossed over this short stretch of road within my lorong and suddenly I heard this loud car horn. I looked to my left and I could feel the radiated car heat at my legs and I just dashed across. I only remember it being a blue car and yes the heat of it. No one else saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Happened last year. I was walking home after school next to this HDB flat. Suddenly, sth told me to walk in the void deck instead of outside it. Suddenly, I heard a loud SPLAT. I turned and looked, only to see this big hard object (no idea what it was), in pieces, right where I was 2 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually I told yuan lin the funny connotations of this incident. I was fantasizing about the other possibilities etc and haha. yl: permanent tiao face. ^^ HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I will reply tags...&lt;br /&gt;val: omg I am sooooo terrified. =.=&lt;br /&gt;alicia: yep sure. get well soon!!&lt;br /&gt;yl: sob sob. actually this classroom is okay lah. but I just have to complain about our chinese tchr again. damn her.&lt;br /&gt;jh: zzz you smart lah. I kept thinking it was T-A-Y. Heh&lt;br /&gt;jon: blog liao! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-8706595186871194792?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/8706595186871194792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=8706595186871194792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8706595186871194792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/8706595186871194792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/01/day.html' title='A day.'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-4235355412169972694</id><published>2007-01-10T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T05:35:33.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Music- placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I rmb Mdm nora telling us not to take things at face value; that's how you get cheated. I heard it again today. Is this some kind of a sign? Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was pretty okay, I finally took the liberty to change my seat and I feel much happier here now. But I still don't get to sit cross-legged on the chair. :( haha. Got the class identity and stuff done, complained about the canteen queues :/ and the air-con and the lack of space etc... and there you have roughly a day. Not forgetting all the nice jokes here and there. Heh Indianna Jones and dora the explorer. Must credit wei liang on that. Quite a good idea actually ^^ but I linked dora to it so half goes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first ever pe lecture today. seh hor? xD PE is filled with theory... lol. Still got worksheets okay... lol. That Mr I-can't-rmb-what-his-name-is-but-he's-our-teacher told us how to see if you have "muscle potential". basically, if your 4 th finger is longer than your 2nd, then you have MP. It's attributed to the amount of totesterone in your body etc etc. So guys will have a longer 4th than 2nd finger. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched ren zai niu yue during chinese today. Quite a patchy film with loads of sex, horny women and err as how I say it, people asking about fa ge's mother. :D still got reflection to do =.= wth. Can don't do? Cannot. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho tmr there's mep! Which means listening portfolio is due!!!!  ^^ anyway I'm done with it haha! But I don't know where the classroom is, so I'll just go look for pj and get lost tgt. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiliang just called around 8 sth to share his decision abt subject combi stuff and his wonderful life in rjc, crashing lectures and hanging with his og blah. Hmm. How I wish I were in rj. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first sch bus is sooooo freaking crowded, I'm seriously considering going for the 2nd one. Or maybe there isn't even one. better not take the risk and just leave the house at 6.25. I don't understand, they said to meet at 6.40, and why are some ppl just so ks? zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. A new day awaits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-4235355412169972694?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/4235355412169972694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=4235355412169972694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4235355412169972694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/4235355412169972694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106732.post-1216613482657427184</id><published>2007-01-09T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T04:42:04.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons! finally...</title><content type='html'>Music- Moonlight serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm today was the first day I had lessons!! It was pretty fun and refreshing, since I'm actually looking forward to fill my brain with stuff again really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA; Mdm nora seems very nice, except for the occassional memory lapse? hah. As long as she can stand my sudden outbursts, I won't complain (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths; Yap yap (yup yup) Haha I just learnt from ms tan (bio tchr) that his initials are yys. I wasn't listening to the full name. Too tired already. He's quite an okay teacher so far I guess, but some people say he goes quite fast. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi; whoa she's some typical old naggy chinese woman- that's my impression so far. showing us past o level hcl results blah blah blah. Whoa. I'll see if I can meet that A2, pal. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem; yeah yeah our dear old tlc. what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio; NYAAA... why do we have to combine with 4F?! I know we're both utterly small bio classes, but we love our extended study group (in my lingo). It's the only subject where we can just shout out utter rubbish and have fun while actually getting results! Such good teacher:student ratios are what we should be aiming for! What's the school's damn prob. golly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Firstly, while other classes are shivering and wearing thick sweaters from the air-cons, we're sweltering in ours. When 3L gets normal tables and chairs they can actually put things on, we suffer with our cramped classroom and our distorted view of the ohp. Sighh. And I didn't get the place I want. Even though it's nice at the front, I still prefer to be in the company of grace/ lihui, yl, cheng yi blah. I don't mean anything but yeah. It seems so weird there. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I still don't know my way around the school. I haven't been further than the bio labs, just how pathetic is that? I have MEP lesson on thurs and I have 0 ideas where the room is. And I have to see mrs loke. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh gosh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it feels so empty without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106732-1216613482657427184?l=social-outcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/feeds/1216613482657427184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106732&amp;postID=1216613482657427184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1216613482657427184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106732/posts/default/1216613482657427184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://social-outcast.blogspot.com/2007/01/lessons-finally.html' title='Lessons! finally...'/><author><name>gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03684114164015066663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
