<?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-20366694</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:47:21.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kid on her bike</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>357</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20366694.post-340873985445720288</id><published>2007-08-07T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:46:28.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been here in a Long While. I cringe, when I read what I wrote last year, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were more productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-340873985445720288?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/340873985445720288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=340873985445720288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/340873985445720288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/340873985445720288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-havent-been-here-in-long-while.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-7639892772628612352</id><published>2007-06-13T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T18:39:14.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back, from Australia! And it's been big fun and all, so, yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have too much of an urge to blog about it, but Australia reminds me a lot about UK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-7639892772628612352?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/7639892772628612352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=7639892772628612352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7639892772628612352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7639892772628612352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-back-from-australia-and-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-6178643840895225641</id><published>2007-06-01T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:12:19.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i've been here, and to think i used to come to this place every single day of the year last year. ahwell, no time for nostalgia. have to move on with life, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been quite quiet, lately, and i am not used to it. i've not had proper human contact these few days (my parents don't count, and my relatives don't either), and it is starting to feel weird. cannot wait for monday - shrek movie date. :D at vivo, hopefully. haven't been in that theatre before, see. i hope shrek 3 is good. there's pirates on tv this sunday, and drats, i am going to miss it - grandma's birthday. i wonder if they have a tv in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think cooling curves like my life a lot, on a really random note. the flat plateau-ish mundaneness at the end of all the excitement. like school life. like cca life. like people relations. like piano. like reading. like the holidays, late into the first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like baking cookies. shall go buy trays and flour and semi-sweet chocolate tomorrow. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-6178643840895225641?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/6178643840895225641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=6178643840895225641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6178643840895225641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6178643840895225641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-7960099563660366116</id><published>2007-04-24T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:19:38.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>coffee is my new love.&lt;br /&gt;milo is still my love, though. (:&lt;br /&gt;what a random post. just revisiting my old old old blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-7960099563660366116?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/7960099563660366116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=7960099563660366116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7960099563660366116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7960099563660366116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/04/coffee-is-my-new-love.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-2770130937235966204</id><published>2007-03-23T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T08:55:29.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. it's hard to keep up with 3 online journals.&lt;br /&gt;so, right. it's official: i am not using blogger anymore.&lt;br /&gt;this blog of mine is defunct.&lt;br /&gt;just an archive of my past thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;feel free to explore, ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, see you!&lt;br /&gt;at one of these two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidonherbike.vox.com"&gt;http://kidonherbike.vox.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidonherbike.livejournal.com"&gt;http://kidonherbike.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peace out. *does the victory sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem is eating away at my brain like an acid, oh help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-2770130937235966204?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/2770130937235966204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=2770130937235966204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2770130937235966204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2770130937235966204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/03/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-234412539643056405</id><published>2007-03-22T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T07:20:12.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ain't exactly an emo post, just rather okay, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;everything's expected. like i thought it would be like.&lt;br /&gt;initial bliss, unchecked happiness and feelings of your stomach flipping every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;doubts surface, twisting everything around, inside out, clogging up the gears of your daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;things fall apart faster than you can say oh there it goes again.&lt;br /&gt;serious. i can foretell, everything.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe that's why things fall apart - i anticipate it.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, randomly, i should gradually stop posting too much here, because blogger is my emotional garbage can, holding all my angst, my confusion and my neuroses.&lt;br /&gt;using it too much = i am being emo = very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to go update my livejournal. it's fun, actually.&lt;br /&gt;vox, nothing as of today.&lt;br /&gt;oh darn, how can i forget: jane goodall. i am going to find out things about her and write something. interesting woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-234412539643056405?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/234412539643056405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=234412539643056405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/234412539643056405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/234412539643056405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/03/aint-exactly-emo-post-just-rather-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-6586192083943090275</id><published>2007-03-20T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:27:14.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo, i'm back in bloggerland.&lt;br /&gt;figured i'll revive this blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be posting in between LJ and this blog, yeah. =)&lt;br /&gt;am going to die from chem overload. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;physics is untouched. &gt;:0&lt;br /&gt;bio, on the other hand, is done.&lt;br /&gt;because:&lt;br /&gt;1) i panicked a lot about it before march hols started and decided that i will study it in detail and try to do well for it.&lt;br /&gt;2) of the teacher, who is a nice man.&lt;br /&gt;3) it is interesting: DNA replication and continuity of life (i made a DNA label and stuck it on my table in the first term. that DOES NOT count for vandalism, right? i can peel it off, as easy as peeling oranges, just without the knife)&lt;br /&gt;i should be getting to my chem.&lt;br /&gt;topics are ABS, rate of reaction, QA, Mole, Chem Equilibrium and Chem Energies.&lt;br /&gt;physics is a bomb at any rate. i regret taking fizzicks.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to disintegrate into dust in front of the physics test paper.&lt;br /&gt;agh.&lt;br /&gt;i will go now and not moan about sciences anymore.&lt;br /&gt;there's still hope :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-6586192083943090275?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/6586192083943090275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=6586192083943090275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6586192083943090275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6586192083943090275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/03/yo-im-back-in-bloggerland.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-2698437944802274823</id><published>2007-03-13T02:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:45:41.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent my day watching videos on youtube on breakdancing. &lt;br /&gt;my arms ache now. &lt;br /&gt;so do my feet. &lt;br /&gt;i'm such a hopeless noob. &lt;br /&gt;but it's okay, will keep trying. &lt;br /&gt;i am hardly done with my philo essay. cuz i don't know where i am going. &lt;br /&gt;ahwell. will send it to mr ow soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never, never, never, never give up - winston churchill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-2698437944802274823?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/2698437944802274823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=2698437944802274823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2698437944802274823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2698437944802274823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/03/spent-my-day-watching-videos-on-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-975588851824384868</id><published>2007-02-25T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T19:39:43.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back here again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revelation: &lt;br /&gt;don't bite off more than you can chew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt that, from congress interview. &lt;br /&gt;i should have just been happy with signing up for secretariat. &lt;br /&gt;and from a lot of other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revelation, again: &lt;br /&gt;why look so hard when what you need is around you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to run after impossible things anymore. &lt;br /&gt;i'll settle for lesser. &lt;br /&gt;and nobody ever told me that sometimes, lesser is better. but i figured it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hold on, hold fast, hold out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-975588851824384868?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/975588851824384868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=975588851824384868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/975588851824384868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/975588851824384868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back-here-again.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-2463592629231422494</id><published>2007-02-19T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:09:51.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i announced i'm abandoning this for good. &lt;br /&gt;chinese new year again. and i remember, around this time last year, i was feeling all emo. &lt;br /&gt;weird lah, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;i hate hormones. &lt;br /&gt;i hate the ss project. &lt;br /&gt;i hate everything. &lt;br /&gt;ah, typical teenage angst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a meaningless post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll start using this again. &lt;br /&gt;or again, maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;i'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-2463592629231422494?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/2463592629231422494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=2463592629231422494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2463592629231422494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2463592629231422494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-while-since-i-announced-im.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-4330521941469113888</id><published>2007-01-07T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:04:35.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm officially moving to lj, for good. &lt;br /&gt;i won't be closing this blog down, because there is a year's worth of memories here. &lt;br /&gt;maybe 10 years down the road i'll log in and look at the ramblings of my 15-year-old self. &lt;br /&gt;ho. but meanwhile, i'll be at http://kidonherbike.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-4330521941469113888?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/4330521941469113888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=4330521941469113888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4330521941469113888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4330521941469113888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-officially-moving-to-lj-for-good.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-629626392813641364</id><published>2007-01-05T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T05:56:29.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. i'm getting worried-er by the second. about piano.&lt;br /&gt;this is the LAST exam i'm taking, thus the most crucial. &lt;br /&gt;i need to get my act together, i know, but i can't seem to interpret the pieces properly. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;my scales. argh. rusty.&lt;br /&gt;my aural. argh x infinity. dead.&lt;br /&gt;my pieces and scales make me or break me, and that i can't even do properly now. damn.&lt;br /&gt;i played the pieces over a few times in a few different ways. and i can't decide which one to use for each. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm being too stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;this year is the first year i've not overdone my pieces, and i don't want to spoil them. ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;shoot, i should take a break from pieces, except for the third one, which i haven't really interpreted correctly.&lt;br /&gt;that's the problem with romantic (eh, not the romance kind of thing, it's a period of music) pieces. it needs a great deal of concentration and focus to get the feeling + mood that you want. it's hard to hold it for the whole song.&lt;br /&gt;ms chok thinks most youngsters can't really hold it for the whole song, but she thinks i can. so maybe if i try harder, i really can. hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;and whoever thinks that piano is just punching in the keys and typing out the notes, try romantic pieces and you'll know what i mean that piano is exhausting, emotionally and mentally. &lt;br /&gt;you suck your emotions out to put them in the playing. i feel drained, dude. very drained. my back aches. my neck aches too. damn. my butt too, because my chair isn't the cushion type. &lt;br /&gt;ARGH. I MUST BLOODY DO IT. I CANNOT LET ALL THESE YEARS OF DOING PIANO GO DOWN THE DRAIN. RAWRRRRR, piano exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. there's also math next week. sucks. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-629626392813641364?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/629626392813641364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=629626392813641364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/629626392813641364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/629626392813641364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-457782121914293843</id><published>2007-01-03T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:23:19.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school, and it's already so busy. &lt;br /&gt;caught up with some people, and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;got a &lt;b&gt;fountain pen&lt;/b&gt; from amy, and dude, it's COOL.&lt;br /&gt;it has a picture of a surfer dude on it. and it's silver and blue.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt i can ever write nicely in that pen. 0.o &lt;br /&gt;anyway, thank you amy! she went to france, see.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, she got amanda a whoopee cushion. &lt;br /&gt;a whoopee cushion goes PHOOOOOT loudly when you sit on it. &lt;br /&gt;so i figure on teacher's day, placing the whoopee cushion on the teacher's chair will be the PERFECT prank.&lt;br /&gt;(ahhh, my head is bursting. i can't think of nice presents to buy for equally nice people. BLEH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our form teacher is this newbie called ms karen tan. &lt;br /&gt;and our CLET is MR LIM! *whoops and throws macaroni in the air*&lt;br /&gt;but because ms tan won't be here until week 3, mr lim will be our stand-in form! &lt;br /&gt;for three weeks! ha. xD&lt;br /&gt;we tried coming up with a class theme, but wasn't quite successful.&lt;br /&gt;the back of our classroom is painted like a jungle, so we were thinking of TARZAN AND JANE or something along that line, yet that is too unoriginal.&lt;br /&gt;oh i know! WE SHOULD TOTALLY DO: &lt;b&gt;KING PATRICK AND THE SQUARE TABLES OF KNIGHTESSES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be &lt;i&gt;ONE FO(U)R ALL AND ALL FO(U)R ONE&lt;/i&gt; for everyone in 401-dom. LOLLERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala, and house talk today was good, but a bit messy for the distribution bit. &lt;br /&gt;becky was funny. &lt;br /&gt;she called us furry fiddlesticks and happy little hens. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;and when the sec 2s 3s and 4s were noisy and obviously not paying attention, she went, "let's do the silent clap!*clap* SHHHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;and later she invented another one, called the double silent clap which goes: "*clap* didn't you hear her say SHHHH?"&lt;br /&gt;our impromptu follow the leader game was okay, i reckon. &lt;br /&gt;just a bit boring. ho. people were dead most of the time. only we were laughing like coconuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grawrrrr. piano time, i suppose. SEE YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY WAS FUN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bummer, first day right after the june hols is my birthday. go check the calendar. it says 25th June, Monday, first day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-457782121914293843?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/457782121914293843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=457782121914293843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/457782121914293843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/457782121914293843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-school-and-its-already-so.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-8945978576845003871</id><published>2007-01-01T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:32:47.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR, SO FILL IT WITH CHEER! YAYYERS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. am going out soon. and i still have stuff to print.&lt;br /&gt;STINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. GOOD TIME FOR RESOLUTION-WRITING, BUT I AM TOO LAZY. &lt;br /&gt;nananana. AND OH. I GOT THE JASON MRAZZZZZZZ BOOOK. &lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! JASON MRAZ IS L O V E  LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my template because:&lt;br /&gt;1) i am tired of the stay up forever one.&lt;br /&gt;2) i like this one, because i made it myself more than a year ago and i still like it now.&lt;br /&gt;3) for the sake of the new year. points at the words on the blogskin. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONEEEEE. I LOVE ALL OF YOU. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-muah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-8945978576845003871?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/8945978576845003871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=8945978576845003871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8945978576845003871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8945978576845003871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-so-fill-it-with-cheer.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-4987262597189027326</id><published>2006-12-30T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T05:13:46.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad's playing deep purple on the stereo, and it's really really hard metal rock.&lt;br /&gt;it's woman from tokyo now. dad is imitating the uh scream. so it's kind of 0.o. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today's been rather boring. &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's my last day of work and payday, so YAYYERS for me! &lt;br /&gt;sadly, there isn't going to be any party because of the lack of response, blehhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's stay at home and lie in bed and count down slowly and then send out the pre-typed sms-es to People Who Matter.&lt;br /&gt;that's sad, because i can't get drunk like that. ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and the saddest thing of all is i don't get to YELLLLLLL HAPPY NEW YEAR drunkenly like i was planning to. &lt;br /&gt;ahwell, next year then. next year i'm planning to get mum to do the christmas party, ho. &lt;br /&gt;and new year party as well, if she's willing. HOHOHO. &lt;br /&gt;i miss those years, ahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 in less than 30 hours. it's shocking. &lt;br /&gt;the earth has revolved around the sun... ONCE. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. well almost. HEH. =)&lt;br /&gt;back to the same spot we were a year ago! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad things, both good and bad, happened this year. &lt;br /&gt;i changed, a lot. &lt;br /&gt;i went back to read my january and february posts, and i just cannot believe i actually thought that way. &lt;br /&gt;it was stupid, at some points in time. but there were some parts where i was so hopeful. &lt;br /&gt;if there's one thing i don't like about myself, it is being overly hopeful and ending up disappointed when things just don't happen the way i thought it would. &lt;br /&gt;like jamie cullum sings, &lt;br /&gt;the past is gone the flames are out from fires that have burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;new ideals and different thoughts from lessons i have learned. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never repeat the same mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;like being overly academically one-track minded, and pissing some people off. &lt;br /&gt;like expecting so much for myself and trying so hard to make my parents say that i've done well, that i lose .. everything. &lt;br /&gt;like expecting too much and being so idealistic in (mainly) relationships when it's stupid to and get all clingy and moody at the end. because what goes up must come down (it just depends when. some take a delightfully long time, giving me a couple more months of heavenly bliss. some just months.).&lt;br /&gt;like caring so much for one person, i forget about my other friends. &lt;br /&gt;like saying i'll do it and end up being a procrastinating dumbass (this has to go, if i am to be a good vchair and a responsible games capt next year).&lt;br /&gt;like not seeing the good things and only the bad things. &lt;br /&gt;like forgetting about caring for other people, when i get into the mood to be sulky and basically very mean. &lt;br /&gt;like being such a weird person. i am rather weird, haha. i think of the weirdest things in my mind. like whether a person jumping off a building would die before he or she hits the ground. like if the drains will lead to a crocodile infested secret lakes. like whether people will miss me if i'm gone forever. see? weird right? so if you see me stoning, i'm probably thinking about these weird things. &lt;br /&gt;like being a leader who can't make good decisions. &lt;br /&gt;like backing into my safe shell of security during a discussion by not making a comment, when i know if i tried, i have loads to contribute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough of mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;2007, i'll do things better, and avoid these things. &lt;br /&gt;but 2006 was memorable. &lt;br /&gt;my first foray into leadership. &lt;br /&gt;my first try at being more social (i swear i was a self-proclaimed anti-social nerd who loved the beatles more than maroon 5, preferred the company of my computer to human contact and an assortment of other weird characteristics, like SINGING AT THE TOP OF MY VOICE IN THE SHOWER, in tune sometimes for songs i know very well and OFFKEY for those that i randomly remember). &lt;br /&gt;my first time actually being happy about GOING to school EVERY DAY - because of the people, and because of the things i get to try and do. &lt;br /&gt;my first time feeling purposeful in life, not just grades and more grades. (frs is one thing. i took it very very very seriously and worked on the robot hard, though i was a noobcake. shuting actually said i am good enough to take over her place as builder, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;my first time overseas on my own! with new friends. =) UK WAS BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG FUN. though i wished i wasn't that moody and emo and all. and that i talked to more people THEN and got to know people from the other groups better THEN, like mmmm kaiyin, the girl who looks like paddington and is in red cross (OMG, I CAN'T REMEMBER HER NAME!), oce, alyssa, charlotte, pei(something, oh no.) and a couple of the other people.  &lt;br /&gt;my first real good best friend since josselyn lee in p4. i miss those times, i do. but i can't change it anymore. what happened happened and could never have happened in another way. then again, it is good it happened. i don't believe in best friends, not anymore. best friends forever is a forgotten phrase, erased from my dictionary. because manda and i, in one of our rationalising chats, decided that forever is effing bullcrap. it's rare. it's idealistic. it's stupid. so we've decided, we'll be friends for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;my first time being good friends with somebody from another class. it is fun, seeing things from a different POV and listening to different kinds of music, ho. =) and frankly speaking, i never was into the arts stuff at first. but after math changed my mind. and going to error carried forward by the sec 4 people too. i think i'm going for next year's LD production.&lt;br /&gt;my first time getting vday prezzies, HAHA. laugh all you want, hrrrmph. my first two years in rg were ... uneventful, even on vday or my bday. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many firsts, yes. which is GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) sigh. i have to bid this nice year goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;2007 will be better! i'm not being overly hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;it will. though piano is going to be a tarnish on this otherwise to-be good year.&lt;br /&gt;AHH. no negative thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;dang, i'm contradicting myself horribly. =.=&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. 2007, here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-4987262597189027326?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/4987262597189027326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=4987262597189027326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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not any sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: that I didn't take up so many things.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: people i love.&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: not doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: i'm only sleeping, by the beatles.&lt;br /&gt;I SEARCH FOR: somewhere (somebody) to run to and hide from things.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: if i'll collapse and die at my table one day.&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: not eating my cheesy hot dog as i'm hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: being happy.&lt;br /&gt;I ACHE: in my heart. in my brain. in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I AM ALWAYS: staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: horribly.&lt;br /&gt;I SING: in the shower, and sometimes offkey, but heck, who on the block knows that it's me?&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: when things get too hard to bear. not now though.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: clever/smart/good.&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: horribly.&lt;br /&gt;I WIN: seldomly, if there's even this word. i highly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;I LOSE: big time. &lt;br /&gt;I'M CONFUSED: about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell. i should at least finish the stickers. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-7038694398616318930?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/7038694398616318930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=7038694398616318930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7038694398616318930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7038694398616318930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-just-got-too-much-to-bear.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-667554009856772753</id><published>2006-12-25T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T05:23:11.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MERRY MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, okay need to return to piano. just taking a break.&lt;br /&gt;it's always piano nowadays, strangely.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's party was a bit of a disappointment, because before 12mn came, only two families were left behind to exchange the MERRY CHRISTMASes. &lt;br /&gt;so, i have decided to organise a new year countdown thinger with my mum in a last ditch attempt to bring some festive cheer. lame, but ahwell, i really miss those times when we kind of go: "10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR! / MERRY CHRISTMAS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, my mum is here to nag. &lt;br /&gt;so cya. and MERRY CHRISTMAS! &lt;br /&gt;and may all your dreams and whatnot come true, HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-667554009856772753?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/667554009856772753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=667554009856772753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/667554009856772753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS! WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO DRINK SOME MORE WINE, AND GET VERY DRUNK. IT'S QUITE FUN TO BE DRUNK! COS YOU FORGET ALL YOUR...uh, i don't know. if i said troubles, it won't rhyme. BAAAAAABAAAA BLACK SHEEEP! HAHAHAA. just that i am laughing a lot tonight, after drinking up a lot of the wine in my dad's glass, saying i'm helping him save us from a possible car crash (CHOY AHHH, I STILL WANT THE CAR, BECAUSE I'M DRIVING IT ONCE I GET MY LICENSE!!!). xD xD xD and to think of it, if i die in the car crash, then no more car and even worse, no more me. 0.0 haha, all the more i should drink all his wine TOMORROW NIGHT. HAHAHA: I AIM TO GET SO DRUNK THAT I DO SOMETHING SLIGHTLY MORE EMBARASSING THAN LAUGHING LIKE A MORONOIC FOOL. NA NA NA NA NA NA NA!!!! NA NA NA NA! HEY JUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to tvvvvv! VAVAVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM I LOVE WINE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-1037754742573341784?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/1037754742573341784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=1037754742573341784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/1037754742573341784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/1037754742573341784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-wish-you-merry-christmas-we-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-8223711714557398243</id><published>2006-12-21T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T07:00:54.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back in the go-getting mood of my lower sec life, all of a sudden. &lt;br /&gt;i expect that to be good. &lt;br /&gt;no more slacking, no more lying in in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;it's straight work work work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-8223711714557398243?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/8223711714557398243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=8223711714557398243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8223711714557398243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8223711714557398243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-in-go-getting-mood-of-my-lower.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-7495541589196194391</id><published>2006-12-21T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:55:17.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it feels good to stay at home, sleep in late in this perfect weather (well nearly. it isn't hot, but i would have preferred a bit of sun), listen to slow songs from the beatles, jason mraz (well, only two: i'm yours and shy that way) and a few others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am guilty of not going to nie, but that's only because of my failed negiotiation with my mother about piano practice time. i'm working from home, trying to pick up on stuff. have to think about the circuit soon. am trying to attach two ginormous files so that i can send them to our mentor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shitzors, i haven't sent out 5 christmas cards. 0.o that's mainly due to the lack of stamps. i shall and will go out and post them tonight or maybe in the late afternoon before 5pm. i don't know, i'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, have to return to smp and work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later, piano. it'd be so much better if there weren't any piano exams, or if my parents had more sense and let me just play the piano for &lt;s&gt;the sake of&lt;/s&gt; the love of playing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that, is a lame excuse to not do my best for my &lt;s&gt;stinking&lt;/s&gt; exam. it's the last one, and me passing it is a passport to my freedom to play whatever piece i wish, the prerequisite of liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on a random note. milo makes me AWAKEEEE. much more so than coffee. i stayed up till 3 last night doing nothing in particular except for a bit of smp here and there. and woot, the results of the experiment are just as expected.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POWER TO MILO. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-7495541589196194391?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/7495541589196194391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=7495541589196194391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7495541589196194391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7495541589196194391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-feels-good-to-stay-at-home-sleep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-4554639026769706470</id><published>2006-12-20T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T03:29:03.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was about to moan about the state of my arpeggios. &lt;br /&gt;but i guess i SHAN'T. &lt;br /&gt;i have work to do. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm currently talking to nik, and taking a break after piano. &lt;br /&gt;done talking. seems like people are reading more and more. &lt;br /&gt;i should really read. 0o i finished only extremely loud and incredibly close, oh no. &lt;br /&gt;i have the big over easy to read, so =).&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to stay home tomorrow and piece together smp stuff. &lt;br /&gt;mum wouldn't allow me to go to nie tomorrow, unfortunately, if i don't complete my arpeggios. &lt;br /&gt;damnnnn. i shouldn't have tried negotiating. &lt;br /&gt;this is infuriating, really. &lt;br /&gt;but ANYHOW. i'll keep my head up and do my work well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay GOT TO BOUNCE, dudes. &lt;br /&gt;and i've decided, cbox it is. &lt;br /&gt;i can't find anything else. BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-4554639026769706470?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/4554639026769706470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=4554639026769706470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4554639026769706470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4554639026769706470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-about-to-moan-about-state-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-8700550195055009367</id><published>2006-12-19T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:50:51.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>horror of horrors. i accidentally slashed my palm, while playing with a pen knife ar nie. i got three cuts in total on my left hand. i must be the smartest moron on earth. they tingle a lot. note to self: never underestimate that stupid blade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-8700550195055009367?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20366694.post-6007309732152337448</id><published>2006-12-19T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T15:59:04.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the rain has made me reflective for a while. &lt;br /&gt;and i have sort of looked back on 2006 and decided that some things that happened should happen after all. &lt;br /&gt;a good year, i might say, just not as good as i've hoped for it to be. &lt;br /&gt;but nevermind! next year &lt;s&gt;would&lt;/s&gt; will be better. =)&lt;br /&gt;i'm hopeful, for once or twice, ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;i wish i could go running, and think about stuff more, but it's raining, so tough luck. &lt;br /&gt;there's tonnes to do, and i haven't gotten round to hitting the books for math.&lt;br /&gt;there's still smp to worry about, and piano as well. &lt;br /&gt;and crapzoids, i haven't done my tuition homework. i have tuition today, dang. &lt;br /&gt;oh, i have robotics stuff as well. oh wow whee. and LSL. &lt;br /&gt;geez, i'd better be hardworking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, have to go out now. nie @ 9am. &lt;br /&gt;on an random note, i'm hooked on the song coffee by copeland, in addition to i am the walrus by the beatles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-6007309732152337448?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/6007309732152337448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=6007309732152337448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6007309732152337448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6007309732152337448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/rain-has-made-me-reflective-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-8966644495823104716</id><published>2006-12-18T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:04:40.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my discman just breathed its last at i don't know what time, but it just can't read my cds anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been with me for let me see, 15 - 8 = 7 long years, but servicing me for about 3 years or so, because there was a period of time when my discman was literally sunken in obscurity in my Drawer That Is Hardly Opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i mourn the passing of my discman, which was a present to me from my mum when i was in primary 2, having done incredibly and surprisingly well in my exams.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sigh, meritocracy in play here. double sigh, i have gotten into the habit of making weird connections between two things. and triple sigh, my mum is a standard mother the country wants, who rewards according to merit. i should learn from her really, but not like i'm going to be a mother. but if i do, my family life would be headed straight for hell's furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i remember telling my mother that i liked the discman, but after that, i gradually lost interest in it, because my mum always threatened to confiscate it if i didn't do well for the tests in primary 3. hence also the reason why it was in my Drawer That Is Hardly Opened - so that it'll never be found and thus be saved from destruction - and because of that, i used it less and less, until it decreased from occasionally to a few times to none at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years of endless burying my nose in assessment books passed, and at the end of the psle, i was free to do anything i liked. liberation was like a fast paced rap song that i can't quite lip synch to, so naturally i looked around the house for something to speed up the passing of the brought-forward holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fateful day i discovered the discman again and had a good time using it, listening to old songs that my friends didn't find upbeat enough. the beatles, bee gees and all the other oldies that i had grown up to played in my head every day whether i'm doing work or just walking in a shopping centre with my parents. i know it looks absolutely uncool to be plugged into a cd player during the years of slim hip ipods and mp3s, but whatever, it played cds, it worked just fine, it is mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you see, technology was beginning to leave me behind in the dust, so i decided to give techno things a chance. i went mp3 shopping after the june hols and got my very first mp3 player, when everyone else were already sporting stylish ipod nanos. a round, handy little silver piece of microchips and 128MB storage. i was rather apprehensive but eager to try it out, so for the first three weeks of my mp3 ownership, i thoroughly explored all the benefits of an mp3, which, at that time, totally outshone those of my used and worn discman. it could store more songs than a cd. it didn't need me to lug around a couple of cds if i wanted to have more than one artist on the stereo. it was small, portable and stylo mylo. and so many others that i can't count them off my 10 fingers. thus my permanent switch to mp3, and the heartless abandonment of my discman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong move. that's because after playing the beatles for one last time two days ago (when i forgot to charge my mp3), something in my discman quietly retired from service and rendered my discman useless when i tried to use it today during my piano practice to play the exam pieces cd. i slotted the cd on, closed the lid and pressed play. it whined, whirred and whined again, desperately trying to read the cd, like a short-sighted person squinting at something far off, but failing to see anything. and so, i pronounced it dead after 1) trying different cds 2) taking the batteries out and putting new ones in 3) blowing dust out from the cd space 4) wiping the cds before putting them into the player, because nothing worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fruit of my labour in primary 2 and i was definitely proud of it. it has been with me for many many years and i am obviously very appreciative of it. but it is a reminder of how now results seem mean everything in this paperchase society. if you serve up the desired results regularly, baby you are a rich man (like the beatles sing so enthusiastically), because the world is yours on a silver platter with gold trimmings and obiang red ribbons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just so you know, i still love my discman very much, because it was from my mum; it was a reward, so; it worked and played the greatest songs ever; and haha, wait for it, it is BLUE! i think i'll keep it as a keepsake, though my mum would nag at me and tell me not to keep junk. it ain't junk, it's a memory of great music and also a reminder of the world out there. it keeps me rooted, see. just like music does to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, HAVE TO GO. work to do, and i'm going to have a NICE, SPLENDID TIME staring at the screen willing words out of my head to go onto the reports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy whatever is left of the hols, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait to be back in school again, though it means i'm sec 4 and thus an old-fogey-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean math test is an appealing idea. &lt;br /&gt;it's the worst one ever. &lt;br /&gt;along with the IP. &lt;br /&gt;it's like plugging a microphone blindly into any old socket and going testing testing 1 2 3 hoping that you've got the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i start grumbling like what i did in my convo with amanda, i shall go and be hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterthought: i've become a night owl, after this year. doom. i have eyebags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-8966644495823104716?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/8966644495823104716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=8966644495823104716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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pretty. &lt;br /&gt;hey jude is the best.&lt;br /&gt;the ballad of john and yoko is catchy.&lt;br /&gt;here comes the sun is nice. &lt;br /&gt;let it be was my childhood favourite.&lt;br /&gt;now my fave is one after 909, which is one of their earlier songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, i don't want to use cbox anymore. &lt;br /&gt;am looking for an alternative. bleh. &lt;br /&gt;if there isn't any other tagboard, i figure i'll just continue with cbox then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano. same thing. i started dozing off after finishing major and minor scales a sixth apart, both hands.&lt;br /&gt;it's so monotonous. 0o &lt;br /&gt;and i shouldn't be playing the piano so late at night. &lt;br /&gt;but my scales are good now, i figure. &lt;br /&gt;it's just my arpeggios. &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i must freaking start on arpeggios, otherwise i can even kiss passing grade 8 goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;so i figure i shall wrap up smp stuff tonight and do piano tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be a long night, and a sleepy morning tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;but it's okay, there's still the beatles to keep me awake. &lt;br /&gt;the beatles &gt; jason mraz, always. although jason mraz is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-4658153782146403453?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/4658153782146403453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=4658153782146403453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4658153782146403453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4658153782146403453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/beatlemania-again.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-2373559982223001732</id><published>2006-12-15T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T04:57:46.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>home, after dinner with my ex-nanny and her husband, who are very much alone. &lt;br /&gt;they're exceedingly nice - they bought a super expensive le coq sportif (eh, i am not sure about the spelling, lol) slingbag (although i already have a pretty slingbag) with an extra surprise in the slingbag. &lt;br /&gt;they're so nice i wish they weren't so nice. &lt;br /&gt;but they're lonely people, and could use some company.. and all. i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. piano now. tired, but i must do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-2373559982223001732?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/2373559982223001732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=2373559982223001732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2373559982223001732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2373559982223001732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/home-after-dinner-with-my-ex-nanny-and.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-3328707842486388264</id><published>2006-12-15T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:56:44.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just before i shut down the computer, i guess i already have 3 things to do before the new year comes, other than piano, smp and math.&lt;br /&gt;1) stop worrying/putting things off&lt;br /&gt;2) talk politely (even when i feel pissed)&lt;br /&gt;3) be more careful with my things (i keep losing things. )= ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;have a dinner date. something good i suppose, but i need to get home by 830 for piano practice.&lt;br /&gt;if i play any later than 10, i have to shut all the windows and the door and turn on the aircon, so that i don't disturb the neighbours. &lt;br /&gt;then after piano, i have to get about retrieving my stupid lost files (because the laptop crashed when i was halfway through work). &lt;br /&gt;i predict sleeping time would be reduced from 7 hours to 5 hours only. &lt;br /&gt;i really have to stop moping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, christmas in 10 days, and i'm not exactly in the mood right now. &lt;br /&gt;i haven't even started on my christmas cards. dang.&lt;br /&gt;and i should never sleep later than 11, from today on (15th dec. it's 12:56 now).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-3328707842486388264?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20366694.post-3806178483627707479</id><published>2006-12-13T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T04:58:06.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's so easy to lose my temper, my patience. &lt;br /&gt;i want to take back all those words i said yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be vacuum, i realise. &lt;br /&gt;i just worry too much all the time that i am left with no time to do much at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i swore so much in the previous post, i guess i shouldn't swear anymore.&lt;br /&gt;swearing is bad, like mum always insists.&lt;br /&gt;i said the F word once when i was in K2 (i don't know where i picked it up from) and my hands and backside hurt for a week.&lt;br /&gt;but i reckon the pain did not make me forget that word. &lt;br /&gt;it's angst and all that hormones squeezed into a single-syllable four-letter word. &lt;br /&gt;who could ever resist that? (sweeping statement, because there are some goody-two-shoes who've never used this word [another generalisation, but heck])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished reading extremely loud and incredibly close by jonathan safran foer. &lt;br /&gt;to take a leaf out of Mr. Black's book - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER: GENIUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should get going and finish up smp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-3806178483627707479?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/3806178483627707479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=3806178483627707479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3806178483627707479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3806178483627707479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-so-easy-to-lose-my-temper-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-6219456778866548294</id><published>2006-12-12T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:44:29.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW I GOT MYSELF WEDGED INTO THIS FUCKING RUT IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE. &lt;br /&gt;NEVER SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE JOB THAT WASTES SO MUCH OF MY BLOODY PRECIOUS TIME; BUT I BLOODY NEED THE FUCKING MONEY FOR STUFF AND WHAT NOT. &lt;br /&gt;BUT STUFF ISN'T CLOSE TO BE 1% AS IMPORTANT AS PIANO, AS SMP, AS MATH, AS CHINESE, AS GOLF, AS ROBOTICS, AS REST ULTIMATELY. &lt;br /&gt;STUPID 9AM TO 3PM TIMING SUCKS THE PRODUCTIVENESS OUT OF EACH FUCKING DAY OF MY DEC HOLS. BLOODYYYY FUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry, for the swearing. if you don't want to get a postful of angst, hormones and pure frustration, door's open baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT IF I GET MONEY AND I FAIL MY GRADE 8. NOBODY'S GONNA GIVE ME A DISTINCTION IF I GIVE THEM MY ENTIRE SALARY AND BLAME THE JOB FOR MAKING ME DO SO UNSPECTACULARLY. &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT'S MY OWN DAMNBLOODYFUCKINGSONOFABITCH FAULT THAT I SLACKED FOR THE ENTIRE YEAR FOR PIANO, LARGELY MOPING ABOUT SOMETHING THAT CAN'T BE RETAINED, SOMEONE WHOM I HAD TO LOSE, PARTIALLY RUSHING HOMEWORK AND MEMORIZING WITH AN IMAGINARY TAPE RECORDER IN MY HEAD TO DROWN OUT ALL THE FUCKING FEELINGS I HAD, AND SETTLING INTO THIS CLASS BUT FAILING CATASTROPHICALLY, SINCE I'M NOT FITTING IN ANYWAY AND I'M ALWAYS STICKING OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB WHO IS ALWAYS HOPEFUL THAT THINGS WOULD HAPPEN BUT BLOODY FUCK, NOTHING EVER DOES IN THIS FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING WORLD, CLASS OR SCHOOL. &lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD TOTALLY ENTER FOR THE GUINESS WORLD RECORD FOR LOSERS, GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;I'M BLOODY BLOODY BLOODY LOSING MY FUCKING PATIENCE WITH THE WORLD, WITH MY CONTROL OVER MY PATHETIC INSIGNIFICANT EXISTENCE ON THIS BEAUTIFULLY BLUE EARTH, WITH EVERYTHING IN MY, IF I MAY CALL IT, LIFE (BECAUSE BASICALLY, MY LIFE IS JUST ATTAINING GOAL AFTER GOAL. IT'S SUCH STUPIDITY. THEY AREN'T EVEN GOALS THAT ARE WORTH GIVING UP WHATEVER I HAD FOR.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I HAD OSKAR'S PAPIER-MACHE SKULL, I WOULD SMASH IN THE FACES OF EVERYONE WHO HAD EXPECTATIONS FOR ME THAT I DON'T EVEN WANT TO BLOODY MEET. I JUST WANT TO BE ORDINARY. A NOTHING. OKAY. THERE I SAID IT. I WANT TO BE NOTHING. I WANT TO BE VACUUM, LIKE THE REST OF THE UNIVERSE, MINUS THE STARS AND THE PLANETS. NO, I DON'T WANT TO DIE. I JUST WANT TO BE INVISIBLE. ALONE. LIKE THE WOMAN WHO DIED IN ELEANOR RIGBY. AN ESCAPIST. THAT'S ALL I AM. AND I MAY BE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not as strong as i thought i was.&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-6219456778866548294?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/6219456778866548294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=6219456778866548294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6219456778866548294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6219456778866548294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-fucking-know-how-i-got-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-5533933649368913589</id><published>2006-12-10T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:03:03.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't keep off blogger, can i? &lt;br /&gt;nanana. well, going out soon, and i'm famished. &lt;br /&gt;hmm famished reminds me of famine, randomly. &lt;br /&gt;dinner's going to be simple tonight, i expect (maybe in jurong), since we had a &lt;s&gt;complicated&lt;/s&gt; grand meal (seafood, see) last night. &lt;br /&gt;my mum reads me like a book. &lt;br /&gt;she asked me where i'd like to go for dinner, and suggested jurong when i shrugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell. christmas is in 15 days! &lt;br /&gt;it's a family kind-of tradition to always have a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dammit proud to say it was started by me and my mum, hurrhurr. &lt;br /&gt;i was the one who suggested the first christmas celebration, when i was around 3 or 4, i reckon. &lt;br /&gt;from then on, every year, we had relatives and friends over at our two storey HDB flat. &lt;br /&gt;and i remember all of us getting into trouble for kicking the soccer ball from the 6th storey down. more often than not, the ball would hit a car.&lt;br /&gt;and we would tell ghost stories at the lobby (which doubled as our soccer pitch). &lt;br /&gt;now we sold the flat to my uncle's family. so we still have parties over there. =) &lt;br /&gt;and sometimes at my mum's cousin's place, which is, well, landed property, hence a better choice.&lt;br /&gt;i have loads of small little pesky cousins who can be quite cute sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;christmas is a nice time of the year, though sometimes we get too caught up in all the celebrating stuff to actually really think about christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, in future, it would be nice if i could just eat in, watch a nice movie and have a good time chatting on christmas day at night, with a close pal or someone along those lines. but then again, clubbing wouldn't be too bad an idea, HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have to go now. dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-5533933649368913589?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/5533933649368913589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=5533933649368913589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5533933649368913589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5533933649368913589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-cant-keep-off-blogger-can-i-nanana.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-3028141716146281886</id><published>2006-12-09T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T06:48:55.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realise how much i miss some people in school, damn. &lt;br /&gt;to distract me, there's always the piano to worry about. and smp, mostly. &lt;br /&gt;dang. life has no whatsoever meaning now, just plain stupid work. &lt;br /&gt;i need brain-stimulating stuff = school, at the very least, though it's stressful and gives me new pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reasons for reason now are the beatles, jazon mraz and tristan prettyman. &lt;br /&gt;music's my new religion. &lt;br /&gt;some lyrics just strike me and make me feel better sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;and no matter what song, the lyrics just seem to apply. &lt;br /&gt;bollocks you may say, but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;hearts to music. &lt;br /&gt;and love to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to vivo today for a second time. pageone is a HUMONGOUS HUMONGOUS bookshop. i saw interesting books there. xD hmm some titles i saw: 1001 books you must read before you die, extremely loud and incredibly close (something about a boy whose father died in 9/11 and him finding a key), dragon moon (eh, some fantasy book. i can't believe i was actually reading that &lt;s&gt;ridiculous&lt;/s&gt; far-fetched story), the double life of [some woman's name].. yadayada. more, basically. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner, i was stuffed. damn. i ate a whole lot, honestly speaking. crab, crayfish, mushrooms, fish, dessert, fried rice, rice and noodles. HAHAHA. by the end of the hols, i will be one fat tub of lard. but good thing is, my job includes running errands and walking from point to point to deliver stuff, helping huge people onto the bumboats, carrying boxes of mineral water and what not. i have a tan developing from the sun exposure already. hur. tanlines suck, officially. i look weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. smp time. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;bleh. i hate working a seven-day week. &lt;br /&gt;i swear, school is a much better alternative in this case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-3028141716146281886?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/3028141716146281886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=3028141716146281886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3028141716146281886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3028141716146281886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-realise-how-much-i-miss-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-6240576396129492577</id><published>2006-12-01T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T02:14:24.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DANGGGGGG! &lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY OF WORK, AND HENCE THIS POST! &lt;br /&gt;(on an additional note, i'll never be able to go on a hiatus for more than a week, i figure, unless i go on a holiday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was boring at the ticketing kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;but hahaha, i did a couple of interesting things today. and a few interesting things happened, as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I RODE A FREAKING TRISHAW! WHOO. xD i was cycling, not sitting there like an old fat tart. the old trishaw guy let me have a go on it, so YAYYERS! it was kind of like a bike, but you have to keep the handlebars slightly to the left, where your passenger would sit, so that you don't topple the trishaw. it's hard at first to cycle on a three-wheeled vehicle. the uncle's a PRO, i tell you. he took me for a round around the place where i was working. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i ventured into some weird building during lunch break (30min) which had this shop called earshot. the lighting was like the kind you see in jack's place - rather dim, just bright enough to read comfortably. it sold books, served salivating PASTA and had random films lying around. i was dead conspicuous, being the only one wearing a faded yellow shirt which screamed that i was working for Singapore River Cruise. the salesperson was drilling his eyes into my back, and some people were looking up every now and then. it was quite funny, but hoho, the attention got irksome and i left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. oh boy, the TOILET was damn kewl. hahaha. i know it sounds stupid to consider a toilet INTERESTING, but that totally shows the extent of my boredom this afternoon. morning wasn't that bad, because i was busy exercising my jaw muscles, rattling off the same speech about the 30 min/45 min cruise 1238398479287523 times to 1238398479287523 different tourists. anyway, back to the toilet. IT WAS POSH! i swear, something in the same league as the Harrods toilet back in the UK. xD nanana, i was there for a couple more minutes than i should be, and got a scolding. bah. but it had interesting gadgets, like the towel that moves automatically in the machine and appears dry, after you just used it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. if there's a more kiasu person that the typical singaporean auntie, it must be a &lt;s&gt;northern indian&lt;/s&gt; tourist. i'm not being racist. THEY ARE EXPERTS AT HAGGLING, I SWEAR. they ask for discounts, discounts upon discounts; they compare prices of a bottle of water; they comment that our 45 min cruise is not worth it, costing 15 bucks (in order to try to lower the price, i bet you my life); and say that the souvenirs are way too fugly to be sold at 3 for 10 dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I NEARLY WANTED TO WRING THIS PARTICULAR COUPLE'S NECKS. &lt;s&gt;THEY PUT PUNCTURE HOLES ON MY NECK AND USED STRAWS TO SUCK MY BLOOD.&lt;/s&gt; they DEMANDED that i refund them for two bottles of water. hello, you're a tourist, friend. 2 bucks per bottle is a tourist rate set by the company, not me! i said water is 2 bucks per bottle, you paid the money and you walked off somewhere, came back to tell me that i cheated you?! WHAT &lt;s&gt;NONSENCE&lt;/s&gt; NONSENSICAL RUBBISH! i told them: "sorry, there is no refund. this is the price that we have here. i can't change it. it won't be different at any other kiosk for our company. (i nearly wanted to add "END OF STORY SO SOD OFF", but i said) please kindly leave, thank you. and have a nice day." hahaha, you won't believe how the look of incredulity and speechlessness on their faces makes me feel damn power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the uncle who was in charge of helping the tourists onto and off the boats said jokingly: "hahaha, i get to shake everyone's hands, because i help them on and off the boats." he's quite funny. but he spouts hokkien, which is totally greek to me. i speak cantonese. xD OH! WE HAD A HONGKONG COUPLE WANTING TO GO ON THE BOAT TODAY! and i was helping out, since the auntie wasn't there. =)) learning a dialect helps, so learn yours man. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay only five things luh. hope tomorrow would be nicer. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to go and sleep a bit. i'm super tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-6240576396129492577?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/6240576396129492577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=6240576396129492577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6240576396129492577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6240576396129492577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/12/dangggggg-first-day-of-work-and-hence.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-3694747385404478344</id><published>2006-11-28T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:30:25.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheee. embarking on my dnonumberwhat hiatus! &lt;br /&gt;it's boring anyhow, and my life's monotonous and routine. &lt;br /&gt;so byebye for now. &lt;br /&gt;will post for christmas and new year's eve. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and HAPPY BIRTHDAY dad. rawrrrrrrrr. he's sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-3694747385404478344?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/3694747385404478344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=3694747385404478344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3694747385404478344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3694747385404478344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-8843280491908758535</id><published>2006-11-28T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T08:46:29.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm watching movies at an insane rate. &lt;br /&gt;i've watched: i not stupid 2, dinosaur, about a boy, HSM, step up, the way home (korean movie) and a couple of my cousin's. 0.o &lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;i swear, i go to school just to go and borrow DVDs or VCDs, other than just work alone. xD &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, i dig the school library for the special personal movie screen thing!&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. i was so so so so THRILLED. HAHA. watched dinosaur on monitor 2. &lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah whatever luh. I AM NOT SUAKOO. although this is the very first time i know there's such a thing in the school library. HEHEHE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i have to go and sleep, really. but i am looking at the lego stuff again. &lt;br /&gt;for robotics, anyhow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have to go and SLEEEEEEEEEEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano tomorrow. full day. almost. &lt;br /&gt;no i can't do full day, i'll burn out. &lt;br /&gt;okay, little bits here and there then. &lt;br /&gt;will do for one hour in the morning. do some other stuff. one hour after lunch. go downstairs on my bike/rollerblades. one hour after my shower. then DINNER + SLACK + PCK! HAHAHAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot. and for one thing, i dig cookies! chipmore cookies rock rock rock! &lt;br /&gt;nanana, i better eat more now. i'll starve once i start working. &lt;br /&gt;lunch hour would be spent working, so i don't lose that hour's money. &lt;br /&gt;i need money, dude. short of cash. &lt;br /&gt;hmm after i get my paycheck, i'll have 400 bucks in the bank to accumulate interest. &lt;br /&gt;200 bucks go to my parents. 50 to my grandma. &lt;br /&gt;the rest, i'll use it for belated christmas day PRESENTS!&lt;br /&gt;eh, my parents don't need a present anymore. the 200 bucks are enough. &lt;br /&gt;XD HAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i should stop talking and go sleep. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-8843280491908758535?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/8843280491908758535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=8843280491908758535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8843280491908758535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8843280491908758535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-watching-movies-at-insane-rate.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-5202995491228074687</id><published>2006-11-25T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:39:22.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am back from watching error carried forward. &lt;br /&gt;(correction, not am. i was back, a little more than two hours ago)&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;br /&gt;1) i was late for the play by 5 minutes (max)&lt;br /&gt;2) i was just daft/dumb/dodoheaded&lt;br /&gt;3) i was not in a right frame of mind to think&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't really get it. 0o&lt;br /&gt;i know it's about the absurdity of life sometimes, but it's quite hard to understand. &lt;br /&gt;all i knew was, the sultan, his daughter and some self-important arse were in this restaurant, with dancers and a waiter who is a hell of a dancer (and initiates all the craziness that was both queer and funny).&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i shouldn't say anymore. go watch it tomorrow, if you haven't. it won't be a waste of money, because it's quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote sir david attenborough's conversation with the waiter:&lt;br /&gt;waiter - the store manager and the chef are engaged at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;sir dave - oh, then when's the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sir david sttenborough's obsession with bonsai coconut trees (i remember the back only though. you'll see why.):&lt;br /&gt;sir dave - 8 parts water, 9 parts &lt;b&gt;hydrogenated caterpillar fat&lt;/b&gt; and 0 parts oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanana, this is the second play i've been to this year and also so far in my history of being in rgs. first was after math, which was very funny and understandable to a noobie like me. this was hahaha, weirdly funny, but one quarter of the time i was like, HUH? and oh, i watched a musical this year! les mis. HAHA. HAHAHA. IN LONDON. HAHAHA. okay i'm going insane, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i realise, i'm getting incoherent. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting to type lines again, instead of paragraphs. &lt;br /&gt;before i type anymore rubbish that might clog up your senses, i shall go and read some lego stuff. can't really sleep, with all the error carried forward scenes in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go watch it. HAHAHA. i sound like a publicity person. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;and oh, at the end, they had a sign that said: "we're tired of acting. GO HOME."&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the programme booklet, it went: "thank you. and have a nice day. you may now proceed to ski across the south china sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;RIDICULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-5202995491228074687?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/5202995491228074687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=5202995491228074687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5202995491228074687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5202995491228074687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-back-from-watching-error-carried.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-4110605391734509312</id><published>2006-11-23T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T04:00:21.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i always quit what i start, hmm. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i should quit doing this, because it's bad and loser. &lt;br /&gt;i will do all those things, for sure. &lt;br /&gt;disappointment, bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SHIT YOU GOD DAMN FUCKING SON-OF-A-BITCH BLOODY ASSHOLE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curse no more, gab. &lt;br /&gt;second thing i'm quitting: cursing. &lt;br /&gt;if triyono isn't around me, i can definitely do it.&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'm replacing all swear words with the meaningless dang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall scoot and go watch tv, for one hour. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm satisfied with my piano playing today. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-4110605391734509312?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/4110605391734509312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=4110605391734509312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4110605391734509312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4110605391734509312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-always-quit-what-i-start-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-5927092361033280901</id><published>2006-11-21T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:08:48.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't believe i just wasted my morning away.&lt;br /&gt;argh. it's 2:06 now. nanananana. &lt;br /&gt;i slept in most of the morning, after realising there isn't any exco meeting. &lt;br /&gt;=.-''' i can go and die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. stuff i am going to do to kill my time today:&lt;br /&gt;1. read the vex file&lt;br /&gt;2. play on the piano&lt;br /&gt;3. cycle&lt;br /&gt;4. swim&lt;br /&gt;5. cca stuff&lt;br /&gt;6. watch AI again &lt;br /&gt;7. play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;8. go hunt for a pump that would pump up my basketball&lt;br /&gt;9. draw/write in the notebook with the blank pages&lt;br /&gt;10. watch PCK and laugh my brains out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. good. 10 things i can do. &lt;br /&gt;now to freshen myself up. &lt;br /&gt;i shall go and take a shower. &lt;br /&gt;i took one in the morning, but it didn't seem to keep me awake. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: never sleep past 2am. &lt;br /&gt;i slept at 230am last night. i think. &lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-5927092361033280901?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/5927092361033280901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=5927092361033280901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5927092361033280901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5927092361033280901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-believe-i-just-wasted-my-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-7512864942153321487</id><published>2006-11-21T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T09:04:01.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just had the most dreary day of my life. &lt;br /&gt;with the absence of school, everything that's normal has come to a standstill. &lt;br /&gt;nothing to do, nothing to work towards. &lt;br /&gt;is my life all about doing schoolwork and stuff related to school?&lt;br /&gt;i hope not, but it stupidly feels so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people shop when the hols come, but i hate shopping. &lt;br /&gt;well, not hate HATE, but hate hate. &lt;br /&gt;there are a few nice movies in the cinema, but. &lt;br /&gt;idk, haven't been to the movies with anyone in a while (except for step up, with my cousins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;this is the STUPIDEST HOLIDAY IN MY WHOLE LIFE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ME OUT, SOMEBODY. ANYBODY (WHOM I KNOW).&lt;br /&gt;damn, i sound desperate. but argh, i am. SAVE ME FROM THIS BORING HOLIDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-7512864942153321487?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/7512864942153321487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=7512864942153321487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7512864942153321487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7512864942153321487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-had-most-dreary-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-3747507734665867794</id><published>2006-11-19T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T04:51:58.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched step up. &lt;br /&gt;it's nice, whee. &lt;br /&gt;and channing tatum is super pro, at hip hop. &lt;br /&gt;this movie makes me want to go learn how to dance. &lt;br /&gt;but sadly, i'm born with two left feet, so. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a running disaster. hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;there are two things i wanna learn this holiday, even with my job and all:&lt;br /&gt;1. guitar, for real&lt;br /&gt;2. basketball, for real&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i can. but i shall try. &lt;br /&gt;and dance. maybe. idk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay piano, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, piano's what i've been doing all my life and never am especially good at, not even once. &lt;br /&gt;okay maybe a bit. ms chok still &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; thinks that i'm good. that's bullcrap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta bounce. cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-3747507734665867794?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/3747507734665867794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=3747507734665867794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3747507734665867794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3747507734665867794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-watched-step-up.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-8867873374544978570</id><published>2006-11-18T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T05:05:01.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's an awful feeling, when something happens (not to you), and you don't know what to do, to at least make it better.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. DAMN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-8867873374544978570?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/8867873374544978570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=8867873374544978570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8867873374544978570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8867873374544978570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-awful-feeling-when-something.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-3154080835473907475</id><published>2006-11-17T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:13:16.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>should i type a few more letters, to make it worth my 5 cents. &lt;br /&gt;ahwell. i guess not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay eye candy! this korean guy from the movie my brother! won bin. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;zomg. he's noiwon'tsayitbuthecki'llsayithot.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/aliza04/wonbin5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/aliza04/wonbin5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aboutg.net/gallery/wonbin/images/wonbin_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.aboutg.net/gallery/wonbin/images/wonbin_28.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a240/poh_yingz/wonbin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a240/poh_yingz/wonbin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedailies.grimfandango.org/wonbin/wonbin021b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://thedailies.grimfandango.org/wonbin/wonbin021b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall stop at four. 0o&lt;br /&gt;haha, won bin &gt; shin whatshisface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go and catch some sleep. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-3154080835473907475?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/3154080835473907475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=3154080835473907475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3154080835473907475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3154080835473907475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/should-i-type-few-more-letters-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-5305519766481526794</id><published>2006-11-16T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:33:44.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>better together&lt;br /&gt;by jack johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no combination of words&lt;br /&gt;i could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;no song that i could sing&lt;br /&gt;but i can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;like a, shoebox of photographs&lt;br /&gt;with sepiatone loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is the answer,&lt;br /&gt;at least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;like why are we here? and where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;and how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not always easy and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;mmm it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together&lt;br /&gt;well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of these moments&lt;br /&gt;just might find their way into my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;but i know that they'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;when the morning light sings&lt;br /&gt;and brings new things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for tomorrow night you see&lt;br /&gt;that they'll be gone too&lt;br /&gt;too many things I have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if all of these dreams might find their way&lt;br /&gt;into my day to day scene&lt;br /&gt;i'd be under the impression&lt;br /&gt;i was somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;with only two&lt;br /&gt;just me and you&lt;br /&gt;not so many things we got to do&lt;br /&gt;or places we got to be&lt;br /&gt;we'll sit beneath the mango tree now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;mm, we're somewhere in between together&lt;br /&gt;well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm mm mm&lt;br /&gt;i believe in memories&lt;br /&gt;they look so, so pretty when i sleep&lt;br /&gt;hey now, and when i wake up,&lt;br /&gt;you look so pretty sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;but there is not enough time,&lt;br /&gt;and there is no, no song i could sing&lt;br /&gt;and there is no, combination of words i could say&lt;br /&gt;but i will still tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;we're better together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. JACK JOHNSON IS STEALING MY HEART WITH HIS VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i'll marry the man who sings like that and melts me like hot fudge on vanilla ice cream.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it a thing for male singers with names starting with j to sing so well? &lt;br /&gt;john lennon, jason mraz and now jack johnson. &lt;br /&gt;JASON MRAZ STILL OWNS THEM TWO.&lt;br /&gt;but for now, jack johnson, your song is going on replays on my stereo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-5305519766481526794?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/5305519766481526794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=5305519766481526794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5305519766481526794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5305519766481526794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/better-together-by-jack-johnson-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-3194909570942867853</id><published>2006-11-15T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:56:29.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't updated for two days. went down to school for three days, mainly for smp and robotics. argh. i seriously need to sleep in tomorrow morning at home, and go to school in the afternoon to return the DARNEDDDDDD LAPTOPS to mrs leung. otherwise, i will die. my nose is killing me. damn, whatever. I SHALL NOT GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW. since i'm going down to school on friday for the rs thinger, so i'll return the laptops then! whee. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanana, i shall go and draw the diagrams for the robotics booklet. yayness. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-3194909570942867853?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/3194909570942867853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=3194909570942867853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3194909570942867853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3194909570942867853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/havent-updated-for-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-7589070586475004293</id><published>2006-11-12T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:34:31.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just visited the library, and borrowed another couple of books. one on beach stories, and true to its title (the beach book), it's completely water-proof. (oh, i tried it in the bathtub already, it is water proof. drying it off was not fun though.) another one on how this woman becomes a top journalist for a music magazine, which i haven't cracked open yet. the third is called balling the jack, new york slang for risking everything on the one go, and it's about this guy called Tom Reasons (yeah right, if he were that sensible, his last name wouldn't be Reasons) who loves to bet every last dollar of his weekly salary on a ball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go out and watch step up with somebody. AMANDA, drag some more people along and we'll go catch this movie together! hahaha, i'm insanely free this holiday, with nothing much to do, except for my CCA responsibilities, piano practices and my exercise regime which hasn't quite taken off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks, i've busted my sms limit again. this time worse. bust it by 17 dollars divided by 5 cents = 340 messages. i have 300 free. I TOTALLY NEED A NEW SMS CEILING. grrr, all the sms-ing for CCA purposes + net carn + to friends that matter is taking up all my sms-es! note to self: exercise self-restraint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going out soon. and argh. nobody's tagging anymore. =/ tag, somebody? anybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;break my heart, no&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;hold on to leprechaun gold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-7589070586475004293?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/7589070586475004293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=7589070586475004293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7589070586475004293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7589070586475004293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-visited-library-and-borrowed.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-6091288669812058451</id><published>2006-11-11T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T04:55:27.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some things just feel so much like falling in love. i just looked back on all my msn chatlogs with all my close friends, from sec 1 till now. i realise how i changed. the way i talk. and the way i think, mostly. but that's besides the point, because the fact about how hyped up i was about talking to them was quite...surprising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll make much sense if i carry on, so i'll just leave it here, until my brain gets unclogged and i decide that i finish this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to return to writing in paragraphs, so here it is. goodbye to easily readable lines, and hello chunks of mind-numbing text. on a very random note, possibly born out of sheer boredom, i should really charge into my estate's management office one day and demand that they transform one of the tennis courts into a basketball court, then at least i won't be so bored at home, having nothing to do and having my monthly (but unwelcome) friend visiting me. besides, i have an old basketball which i've had for years, and it still has not seen the light of day since we moved into this cramped condo 5 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stink, i'm eating apple slices that have been placed in the fridge for the entire night. and there's coffee waiting for me on my table. i'm feeling fat, after having dinner, and chocolate chip cookies and m&amp;m's. earlier, i had ban mian for lunch. and for breakfast, i had 1/4 of a hashbrown (because i threw the rest away) and a bar of hershey's milk chocolate. calories calories! AH. and fat. DAMN. my mum has been complaining about my weight, which has experienced a steep increment, since sec 2. i should totally go on an exercise program. but i'm lazy. ARGH. all the more the management should HAVE A BLIDDY BASKETBALL COURT IN MY ESTATE! DAMN THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i'm sick. for the second time in this year. had a fever this afternoon, so i practically slept my whole afternoon away. note to self: fatigue gives illness and thus should be avoided at all cost. there goes my planned piano practice (oh yay, alliteration). it's night now, and i don't want to get complaints about my piano-playing, since it's not that nice anyway. took some panadol and took some more again, because my headache was so bad it's literally drilling a hole in my skull and causing me to haemorrhage. will i die of an overdose, i wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is idyllic, as of now, minus my sick state. it's so dreamy, with the rain, coffee and jason mraz on my playlist. all that's missing is someone to be with, physically. well, not possible, since i'm sick and stuck at home. but at least someone to talk to? people under my close friends group on msn are either MIA or too busy with their own stuff. manda's offline. nik's probably doing her cca stuff. eileen's doing something as well, i reckon. claire's in malaysia shopping like a taitai. wenyan my dear junior is offline (and i'm really sorry for my recently very lukewarm responses on msn, because i was 1. doing cca stuff 2. talking to some people at the same time 3. trying to balance it all out). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i don't want to sleep anymore. i feel like a sack of potatoes, with zero ability to sit up straight (i'm currently slouching in front of the laptop). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell, i shall go back to my old old habit of reading. i have library books to finish reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taa. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and looking at the time, and remembering kai yin (eh, is it spelt like that or did i remember wrongly?) asking me if i wanted the uk trip video, I REALLY REALLY MISS UK AND I WILL GIVE ANYTHING AT ALL TO GO BACK IN TIME. except it's impossible. double dang. okay i shall go kill some more braincells, by watching I Not Stupid Too on Channel 8. i will replenish them, when i start reading at 930.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-6091288669812058451?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/6091288669812058451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=6091288669812058451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6091288669812058451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6091288669812058451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-things-just-feel-so-much-like.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-6549589099207407551</id><published>2006-11-10T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T03:25:31.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't think i'll be able to play the piano today. &lt;br /&gt;i don't have the positive urge/motivation to. &lt;br /&gt;playing just to pass an exam just suxxors. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not good enough for piano, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;i can never hear anything. &lt;br /&gt;i can never sight read properly. &lt;br /&gt;i can never be pitch perfect.&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is type out the keys on the keyboard and add a bit of random emotion. &lt;br /&gt;and it takes me eons to get over the initial procrastination phase for each piano piece i have a go at.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm still doing my third piece, which is almost done, but not done yet, because i can't be bothered to practise the new section i'm supposed to do like yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;and this year, i was more engrossed with school life and stuff, and rarely had time for piano practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. whatever happened to my drive, i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;last year at least i had some sort of alarm inside me that would go off once i stop practising for two days. &lt;br /&gt;and all the stuff i kind of learnt about personal leadership during lead camp is making me feel guilty, but i can't seem to get started. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;i worry about not doing it right, not doing it the way it's supposed to be done. &lt;br /&gt;i worry about starting off on the wrong foot. &lt;br /&gt;DANGGGG. okay i shouldn't worry. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i should sleep. and sleep it all my worries away. &lt;br /&gt;escapism. hardly facing up to anything. bahh. &lt;br /&gt;I DON'T BLOODY WANT TO FAIL GRADE 8 OR JUST SCRAPE A &lt;s&gt;FUCKING&lt;/s&gt; PASS FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;that is nothing short of humiliating, when everyone around me is getting distinctions and high merits. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i was in a neighbourhood school. &lt;br /&gt;then again, that is a biased POV, which coldman would disapprove of but secretly agree on. &lt;br /&gt;he's always going on about how we're elite and thus should be able to think analytically. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love music. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;if only i can say this all without that twinge of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad stuff, chuck 'em out of the window. &lt;br /&gt;i will list a couple of happy things that happened this week:&lt;br /&gt;1. i got my 3.82 GPA (i'm not bragging. if you decide that i'm being an arrogant asshole, go on and be immature. i'm not complaining.)&lt;br /&gt;2. lead camp was enlightening. and i think i'm hopeful again for the next year.&lt;br /&gt;3. i realised i grew taller again. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;4. i finally did flying fox during lead camp. &lt;br /&gt;5. i now know a lot more about robotics stuff, after training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. good. FIVE nice things, against ONE bad thing, which is major and alarming and urgent. &lt;br /&gt;but anyhow, i can come home and practise my piano like mad tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;programming course is only until 1130. &lt;br /&gt;so after lunch and all, i will be home by say...130 perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;can start on piano at 200. and i swear i will finish impromptu. &lt;br /&gt;and do all my appergios. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think blogging is so freaking good for sorting out my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;so that should do it. no procrastinating tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;i'm super tired. so i figure today i'll put my feet up and have a good rest, since i've been busy the whole of this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. gtg and cut some slack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-6549589099207407551?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/6549589099207407551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=6549589099207407551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6549589099207407551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6549589099207407551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-think-ill-be-able-to-play-piano.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-3128800468759419123</id><published>2006-11-09T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:20:54.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOME.&lt;br /&gt;camp's been fun and enlightening. &lt;br /&gt;and yeah, humbling, (in shuting's words) "to see so many outstanding people". &lt;br /&gt;this year is my first foray into leadership, so i have a lot to learn from these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1, i was on my way to school on 190, happily thinking about camp and what we were going to do, when i suddenly realised that i freaking left my sleeping bag behind at home! too late to turn back, so i resigned to being scolded, on the FIRST day of camp. luckily for me, mr tan was nice. xD he said i could rent a sleeping bag, for FIVE BUCKS. i was screaming RIP-OFF! in my head, but what can i do, i didn't bring my own sleeping bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus ride there was boring. and i was in a dazed, stoned mode for some of the time, until weifen and i started talking about how camp may be like. our facilitators (facils for short), shuting and shiya, were sleeping. changi coast adventure camp was quite ulu and out of the way, if you ask me. it was located right beside the airport but it looks like it's been plucked off pulau ubin and sewn on the east coast of singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off the bus, and first thing we did was to RAISE OUR ARMS (#1 Memory, as of our 1 minute presentation earlier this morning during the closing ceremony) and check that our shirts were all tucked in neatly. mr tan briefed us about how life was going to be like on camp, how we were supposed to manage our own time and resources. then mr chu took over the mike, and surprisingly, did not start his speech with his trademark macdonalds story. he rattled on about leadership for quite some time and went through the 5 C's, which i seriously NEVER heard of or knew about until then. nearly fell asleep, but thankfully i didn't, because half the time chermaine was leaning back on me. heavy. haha kidding. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after briefing and all we went to put down our stuff and had a session with our dear facils. other groups were playing some icebreakers but we were sitting around talking. HAHA. but anyhow, the game we played as a whole camp was big fun. instead of the squirrel and the tree, it was fish and pond. and there was tsunami, hunter, bird flu and drought. tsunami: everyone runs. hunter: fish runs. drought: pond runs. bird flu: everyone goes on their backs and wave their arms and legs in the air (#2 Memory). it was literally si4 jiao3 chao2 tian1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got ready for our high elements stations + general stations. learnt how to buckle up our whatyoucallthems, oh harnesses! all over again. our instructor was TAUFIK! hahaha, he can't sing, sadly. just the same name. HAHA. the helmets there were in pretty good condition and half of them didn't stink. okay i didn't go and smell every one, but you can tell whether it stinks or not when you put the helmet on your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our high element was super chicken feet. it was the one with a cable across and two other cables higher up at the sides for you to hold on to as you make your way across on the sole cable. we completed it rather quickly, yep. and oh, i forgot to mention my group mates' names! from odac we had chermaine chee and vivian gan; from weiqi we had hongchuan and wenyu; from malay cultural society we had nurul and amelina. =) nice funky people, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high element done, it was on to the zipline, better known as the flying fox! haha, my first try and i didn't die. yay me. xD it might have been more fun if the flying fox was longer! HAHA. and HIGHER! HAHAHA. shuting was singing I BELIEVE I CAN FLYYYYY! all the way down. nanana, and we had to "fish" the person from the flying fox cable, meaning to position the person directly above the staircase trolley. and oh, the place where your team mate flies down is called the RUNWAY. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about runways, AEROPLANES are in abundance at the camp. we probably saw more aeroplanes than mosquitoes at the camp. there would definitely be at least 3 aeroplanes in 15 minutes. it would go ROAARRRRRRRR past the camp and initially everyone would look up and go WOAHHHH! AEROPLANE EH! but sometimes the loud engines make it hard for us to talk and to be heard. in the end, some people from becky's group were taken to looking out for SIA planes and saluting the planes (#3 Memory). they even have a song dedicated to SIA. okay correction, one or more. LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to topic, after the zipline, we went to the general stations, where we did the spider web. we practically carried each other across all the time. we had the round where some of us were handicapped. i was normal, except that i did not have a leg. some were blind (weifen and chermaine), mute (hongchuan and vivian) or without an arm (chermaine). there was only ONE normal person - wenyu. but i ended up trying to think of a proper sequence of getting across with only a bit of discussion, and stupidly forgot that i was missing a leg and that wenyu was perfectly normal and should be the last to go. AHWELL! nevermind, i shall remember the lesson of making decisions and taking everything into consideration and also deciding what to risk/sacrifice. and i still remember thinking about how i should have done it during the debrief later on that night. i must have looked a bit serious and down (okay i was looking down at my water bottle on the floor), because shiya was like suddenly pat me on my back and said something along the lines of cheer up. nanana, at least it's something i learnt. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, here comes the fun fun fun part that totally lifted the spirits of the entire group! WE PLAYED ON THE LOG. where we ran from opposite ends, played scissors paper stone (which later morphed into hai3 dai4) and the winner makes her way to the other end. lollers. it was super fun. loads of screaming and tons of laughter. shiya and shuting were the ones who started the hai3 dai4 thing. it caught on really quickly and soon we were all doing the hai dai thing and looking like human jellyfish on the log. hohoho, IT WAS CHAO CHAO CHAO FUN. =) chermaine and vivian were especially funny doing the hai dai thing. ame was good at hai dai, wheee! and she was on the same side as me. HAHAHA. ay, but i'm not that bad: i managed to get across twice. xD HEEHEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the log, we went to play at two other stations. and we had our little debriefs, which were quite uhm, quiet. hahaha, but everyone was still thinking about hai3 dai4, i think. i know i was. LOL. okay generalisation, i apologise. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night we had CCA discussions. weifen and i kind of re-wrote our comfort timeline with our workplan together. LOL. xD HAHA. it looked quite uh, messy, if you ask me. lalala, but the all the more better to have a literally, BIG picture of the year's events. =) that was basically our first day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 and it was water activities! kayaking + rafting. groups 1 to 7 kayaked first, meaning my group was going to kayak. put on our PFD's (personal floatation devices) and carried our kayaks + paddles out to the beach. it was high tide and the water was very high up the coast, threatening to drag our kayaks out to sea. so we had to readjust the kayaks again and again. i was with nurul in the same kayak. =) finally we started kayaking. i was sitting at the back, for the first time! we were separated into 3 groups, and most of our group was in group 3, which turned out to be the FUN FUN FUN GROUP! because we had Instructor 1. =) NUMBER ONE! and Instructor Sky! we stood up on our kayaks TOGETHER (EVERYONE) and sang dedication and even cheered spirit (#4 Memory). xD then we switched kayaks twice, and i ended up with xiner in the same kayak. hahaha. was a bit apprehensive, honestly. nanana, but it turned out fun. =) because we formed a circle using the kayaks and those people sitting in front (ie like xiner) had to jump into the sea within that circle. they had to remount the kayak after that. HOHOHO. grace zhang was trying very hard to get back into her kayak, so all of us kind of put our kayaks closer together so she had more support to get back in. xD xiner was being very helpful, i recall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAINTAIN THAT KAYAKING IS THE FUNNEST THING ON THE ENTIRE PLANET, AS OF NOW. HAHA. canoeing might be a good idea.. hmmmmm. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paddled back to coast and got hosed down by the facils before we went for lunch together. after lunch, it was RAFTING! the sun was bearing down on all of us by then. and that was when my face got burnt and my lower arms became five shades darker than my shoulders. 0.o our raft was simple, but stable. we were working very well as a team, meaning everyone had something to do and helped in every way possible. because we had ODAC people, they were the ones who were telling us what we should do and how to do the knots properly. =) GOOD JOB, yayness!! after finishing our raft like 20 minutes before 345, we went into the canteen for a snack: BISCUITS! we yum seng-ed using the biscuits and decided we should do that before dinner that day. other groups had their own little cheer before every dinner. for example the sports people would do the clapping thing on the table and the prefects and psls would do the funny cheer that ended with "jia" (hokkien for eat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;345 and we went out and carried our darling raft, which we named bada boom after our group's name, which was bada bada boom. xD HEH. and we tested the raft, which actually floated! ZOMG! hahaha. but getting people onto it was quite a problem, because we had like 6 people getting on. rather difficult to balance, honestly. but we did it in the end, after falling into the water repeatedly. in the end, bada boom made it to mr tan, and yayness! OUR RAFT DIDN'T FALL APART! hehehe. i tried sitting on the barrel but fell twice into the water. and once they deliberately capsized the raft. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the washing up, we went up to shower, following the toilet plan devised by ame and arathi, mainly. it was effective and everyone got out in time for dinner, which was especially filling.  after that we had some extra time on our hands, so we went back, took some brooms that have the brush head and set about cleaning up the toilet we used with group 2's chess chair (whose name i can't remember for the life of me). we did quite a clean job of clearing all the sand from the toilet. yay us! lollers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, we had the CCA stuff, which was mainly presentation by the various groups. yeppo. i was paying attention, for once. and got some brainwaves along the way, but decided that some stuff we should consider only later. so i am shelving them for a while, before asking fen at the appropriate moment if we should implement it. then here comes the BIG BOMB. mr tan told us that sec1s and 2s were coming down the next day to do what we did on the first day. so basically we became the facilitators and the juniors were campees. initially everyone sat in their own groups to discuss the program, but becky and the other house capts took the initiative to suggest that we have a mass discussion about things, which i think was a good idea, although there were too many people to have everyone concentrate. i was quiet during the group discussion, boo. but ahwell, i should speak up more, i figure, when work is concerned. fun, definitely no problem, my mouth would move faster than a machine gun. HEH. that was when shuting announced that the facils would be choosing us randomly to talk to us. so ahwell. she took me first and we talked for such a long time. it sorted out some of my messed up thoughts, because at that point in time i was feeling rather useless in the group discussion, not being too spontaneous since one, i was literally brain dead after the kayaking (which is no excuse since everyone was into kayking as well) and two, i wasn't used to such rapidfire discussions. then again, this is my second bite at leadership, and i shouldn't bite off more than i can chew, so i shall take it easy, one step at a time. it'll come with time, like shuting says. meanwhile i'll just watch and learn and try to do what they do. HAHA. =) yeah, can de. optimism dude, optimism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned to mass discussion and it was quite fruitful, although the period of the discussion was rather short. grace and becky, the most eloquent of the bunch of us, i reckon, were conducting the gathering of ideas, while arathi and yiyun were sorting out the details and rotational stuff. =) spiffing job, i must say, because the mini-camp the next day turned out to be quite a success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm skipping some stuff, because i have to go sleep, real soon.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini-camp ended at 1045 and set about clearing up what we left behind whilst holding the mini-camp closing ceremony. then it was OUR closing ceremony, where my group did a presentation on the 8 things we would remember about camp. hahaha, there was one where i impersonated mr tan, by holding the loud hailer like he usually does with his arms crossed and legs planted shoulder width apart, and chin up. and i said the frisbee thing he told us: "Leaders, some of you were laughing at me playing with my frisbee, and you think i wasn't looking at my watch, but actually, i was. Some of you were late. And i want you to know that punctuality is very important." it was something along this line, and hahaha, it was really hard trying not to laugh while impersonating him. xD HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing ceremony done, i went to collect my bags and hugged shuting and had a bite off her ice cream before leaving for the bus. at the mrt, i met claire, who was on her way home as well. we took the train all the way to city hall then to bishan, where claire and xiner got off to go home, and i got off to go have some pasta mania. HAHA. i had creamy chicken, a coke and garlic bread. there was a 30% discount, so HAHAHA. xD I'M PRO! i was super full after that, and fell asleep on the train on the way home. i totally looked like some hobo on the train, i swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER 2 DAYS WITHOUT TECHNOLOGY, COMPUTERS AND TELEVISION HAVE BECOME FOREIGN CONCEPTS. &lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad to have my laptop back. =) &lt;br /&gt;and my handphone. and my mp3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping time. hoho it's 310 am now. &lt;br /&gt;but nevermind. i slept 5 hours just now. so three more hours should do fine. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the camp:&lt;br /&gt;"you're a serene leong gone wrong!"&lt;br /&gt;vivian to chermaine. HAHA. NICE ONE, DUDE. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-3128800468759419123?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/3128800468759419123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=3128800468759419123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3128800468759419123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3128800468759419123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/home.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-3844272209038333711</id><published>2006-11-05T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:40:14.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY PARENTS BOUGHT A FREAKING MAZDA 3 YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;and i know how much it costs (it's 50k), minus all the discounts (trust me, it's A LOT) my typically singaporean and therefore hopelessly kiasu parents managed to squeeze out of the petite sales consultant, who diplomatically complied, until they wanted a gift to go with the car. &lt;br /&gt;(by then i was all WTF MUMMY DADDY SHE GAVE YOU SIX THINGS ALREADY. BE MORE HUMANE, ASSHOLES. okay i didn't say "assholes" but i was thinking "assholes".)&lt;br /&gt;there's little wonder why she's the sales consultant of the month twice in a row - well-dressed check, has a glib tongue check and knows her stuff check.&lt;br /&gt;and i won't be surprised if she scores a hat trick once november ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'M HAPPY. mazda 3 has a nice interior. &lt;br /&gt;i like the dashboard. &lt;br /&gt;i dig the seats.&lt;br /&gt;i love the stereo. &lt;br /&gt;this new baby is going to be galaxy grey, accelerates smoothly and gosh is it quiet.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to drive it. &lt;br /&gt;... only when i'm 21. x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ach. but ahwell! &lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST I'LL HAVE A CAR TO HAVE ALL MY ACCIDENTS IN, BEFORE I GET A SLICKER, FASTER CAR. &lt;br /&gt;i think my parents would be horrified, if they ever see this. &lt;br /&gt;nanana, LEAD CAMP tomorrow. and i am LOOKING FORWARD TO IT! &lt;br /&gt;something like OBS, so i swear I WILL NOT DO SOMETHING STUPID / SOMETHING THAT I'LL GLADLY KICK MYSELF FOR WHEN I LOOK BACK.&lt;br /&gt;and no, i don't think i'm going to try for sln. i don't see the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, got to bounce. have to pack. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-3844272209038333711?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/3844272209038333711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=3844272209038333711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3844272209038333711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/3844272209038333711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-parents-bought-freaking-mazda-3.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-6097847140753080575</id><published>2006-11-03T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T03:22:55.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm going to change my blogskin. &lt;br /&gt;last day of the school year. and it feels &lt;s&gt;great&lt;/s&gt; not so fabulous, actually.&lt;br /&gt;if i wrote great, i would be lying. &lt;br /&gt;my mum had to go the national eye centre to check if she has cataract, and the chemical that was put into her eye to make it easier to do the checkup would render her a bit blind for 6 hours after that. &lt;br /&gt;so i had to make my way to outram park, right after school. &lt;br /&gt;there went the standard movie and lunch with any random people in class. &lt;br /&gt;we had dinner out. &lt;br /&gt;at the foodcourt at yewtee mrt station after the trip to the eye centre. &lt;br /&gt;turns out my mum just has bit of short-sightedness and increased long-sightedness (or whatever you call it. HEH.).&lt;br /&gt;and i only realised today she hates eating anchovies. &lt;br /&gt;i've been dumping these icky green bits on her plate ever since i was young, and she's been eating them all up, without telling me she hates eating anchovies. &lt;br /&gt;oh no. 0.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, in school, after the cleanup, we sealed our time capsule. &lt;br /&gt;i hastily scribbled letters to three people, and i kind of think i said some weird stuff in them. BUT WHATEVER! they'll only read those stuff like 10 years down the road. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway got to go and play on the piano. impromptu is making headway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-6097847140753080575?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/6097847140753080575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=6097847140753080575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6097847140753080575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6097847140753080575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-im-going-to-change-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-6822086335488145823</id><published>2006-11-01T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:30:35.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHAHAHA. TODAY'S BEEN A FUNNY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stupidly left my library book in the hall after the talks, didn't know it and walked ALL THE WAY to the bus stop before realising i left it behind. i literally smacked myself on my forehead and then half-ran back to school. hurried to the hall, swung open the door and was greeted by the sight of a huge contingent of CCA leaders. î went down to the canteen, where i met my saviour, laasya. she kindly agreed to accompany me on my book recovery crusade, since she had more than 4 hours to kill before her training starts. we entered the hall by the side doors and i found out weifen kept the book under her bag. so whee! mission accomplished. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do, laasya and i went up to the library to use the computers and kill time. the wireless network must be faulty at that time, so in laasya's words, the computers were slower than her grandmother. we visited people's blogs, mainly laasya's best friend in india, avantika's. zomg, avantika is a goddamnit good writer. i think her posts would make even FLL laugh her way to abs. laasya and i were trying so hard to suppress our laughter that i suspect both of us must have looked constipated. in a fit of happiness, i ran to the audiovisual resource corner and whisked the high school musical dvd off the rack to borrow it, and wait for it, it's my FIRST TIME watching this movie. cue to ROFLMAO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after having fun in the library (for the first time in my life of boring library trips), we went back to the canteen! where we met nikhita, who looked tired but still had dance at 2pm. and we started talking about dosas! HEH. they are flat plain pancakes made completely out of starch. the simile "as plain as a dosa" would definitely come in useful sometimes. heh, especially for val, who was absolutely clueless when i said, HEY YOU'RE AS PLAIN AS A DOSA. all she said was, WHAT IS A DOSA? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell! have to go for dinner! so. =) &lt;br /&gt;and watch HSM. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-6822086335488145823?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/6822086335488145823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=6822086335488145823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6822086335488145823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6822086335488145823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/11/wahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-2384898372295094069</id><published>2006-10-31T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T03:49:25.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>netcarn was good, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;splendid performance, really. &lt;br /&gt;no sarcasm intended.&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of everyone on the team, yes. &lt;br /&gt;good midfield passes, improved defence and  better shooting by all shooters.&lt;br /&gt;43 points, and 8th position.&lt;br /&gt;almost all taken from the game itself, considering we didn't enter for banner competition and got 2 points for taking part in cheering and don't know how many points from shooting competition. &lt;br /&gt;everyone did well and deserve standing ovations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winning doesn't matter much, like andrea said. &lt;br /&gt;what matters is the effort we put into it. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry, for some stuff. &lt;br /&gt;like being agitated. being snappy. being foul-mouthed. over-playing or under-playing some people on the team. &lt;br /&gt;sorry for being such an idiot who's undeserving of the position of team capt or whatever you call it. &lt;br /&gt;ahwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's times like this when i wonder if i made the right choice, to stand up and do something for once. &lt;br /&gt;guess i was wrong. somebody else would have done it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to piano then. &lt;br /&gt;it's a weird thing, but piano makes me depressed, just the thought of it, to be exact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-2384898372295094069?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/2384898372295094069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=2384898372295094069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2384898372295094069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2384898372295094069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/netcarn-was-good-i-suppose.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-5483530411263938135</id><published>2006-10-30T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:05:50.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LALALALALALA. &lt;br /&gt;ICG WAS FUN. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;volleyball was quite unexpectedly good. &lt;br /&gt;6th! overall. good luh, considering how bobo we were during the game. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and softball people, i hand it to you guys. rocked luh. =) &lt;br /&gt;only that stupid pitcher play cheat. &lt;s&gt;wanted to kick her arse.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rugby, i don't know what happened. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netcarn tomorrow. and shiatttt. i have to come up with the groupings. &lt;br /&gt;okay, gtg. cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-5483530411263938135?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/5483530411263938135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=5483530411263938135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5483530411263938135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5483530411263938135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/lalalalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-635220345217693585</id><published>2006-10-29T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T02:00:00.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poker cards, piano practice plans and slacking tendencies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hols are coming soon, and at full speed. &lt;br /&gt;not sure if i'm ready for them. &lt;br /&gt;have got loads to do. &lt;br /&gt;(CANNOT FRICKING SLACK TOO MUCH.)&lt;br /&gt;more of for cca stuff, and new responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;i need to be clued in on what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i'll cringe, feeling utterly undeserving, and in embarassment at being called the vchair of robotics.&lt;br /&gt;and there's cca orientation, and also the bonding thing that's a big fat headache along with FRS training and refreshers. &lt;br /&gt;and yeah, the biggest bomb: FRS period.&lt;br /&gt;time of fun, laughter and wisecracks, along with the stress, late nights and pure grit to pull us through. &lt;br /&gt;okay i swear my brain, my computer and my math (the three most important things in my life after my relationships with other people) that I'D BETTER BLOODY HAVE ALL MY TEN FINGERS (AND TOES) IN CCAO, FRS, CAMPS AND OPENHOUSE 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ciao. i have to go do cca stuff. &lt;br /&gt;and then draw the thing my piano teacher wants me to. &lt;br /&gt;and then i can kick back and watch johnny english for two delightfully unsinful and well-deserved hours.  &lt;br /&gt;and that reminds me of a hilarious scene from one of the trailers they have for it on tv - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JE: you're currently entering the most secure location in the whole of england.&lt;br /&gt;(a bomb lands on a building less than 500m away from the car holding the VIP, and KABOOM goes the building.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so looking forward to johnny english, who's not quite double O seven. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, on a brighter note, i now know how to win a black jack game, when we're playing with half a deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i get a 17, there's 1 out of 11 chances that i will get a 4 to give me 21 points. so give it a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i get a 3 and end up with a 20 instead, i'd better not try for an Ace, because the odds are stacked against me, since there are 3 in 231 chances that i will get a card that cause me to bust 21. it's logical and commonsensical, yes. but these are the probabilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the tricky 5-cards-but-i'm-not-busted thing: this can only occur if you get a 2 or an Ace on the first draw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chances for you to get 5 cards that wouldn't bust you but give you 21 points when you get a 2 at first is only 1 in 2310 chances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for an Ace (which is counted as 1 in the game), you have 2 in 2310 chances to win the game hands down. because you can get either K7A2A or K7AA2, in order. order matters here, you see. if you drew a card earlier, the probability of drawing that card again becomes smaller. common sense again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, if you're really that unlucky, then after the first draw, you'd already be dead in the game. cuz there's 1 out of 11 chances that you'll draw 5,6,8,9,Q or J, if your initial hand is a K + 7. and also 1 out of 22 chances that you'll draw a K and a 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness, i like probability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i'm beginning to sound like a math freak. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay BACK TO WORK I GO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-635220345217693585?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/635220345217693585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=635220345217693585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/635220345217693585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/635220345217693585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/poker-cards-piano-practice-plans-and.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-929236984948696278</id><published>2006-10-29T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T10:14:09.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it my inherent ability to not be at the right place at the right time?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just me being stupid?&lt;br /&gt;i know jasmine would insist that it's the latter, but anyhow, i think it's the former. &lt;br /&gt;either way, it's bad, so. &lt;br /&gt;another negative thing is, i don't seem to say the right thing, at anytime! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i'm becoming increasingly sarcastic nowadays that i surprise myself how i manage to deliberately suan those people around me. &lt;br /&gt;like today. my dad was in one of his "hahaha-look-at-this-don't-you-think-this-is-funny" moods, and was cracking a typical dad lame joke.&lt;br /&gt;then i went, "is it mid-life crisis or is it that the scientists have a problem with their theory of human evolution: that man is an evolved species of apes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get my point? ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell, today's been an ordinary day, nothing too special. &lt;br /&gt;went to three places today: &lt;br /&gt;1. bukit panjang plaza (the most boring place to be)&lt;br /&gt;2. vivocity (which is very much over-rated, being a larger version of marina square, and is ahem, bound to be outlasted by those shopping centres along orchard road)&lt;br /&gt;3. ikea (where i was called auntie, by a 5-year-old little prat, who still makes my blood boil. i'm wearing a pair of jeans, a shirt and a pair of bloody trainers. and i'm carrying a fricking slingbag. have the fashion trends changed and aunties are beginning to dress like teenagers or is she just fricking stupid? i feel like wringing her scrawny little neck. yes this is the very first time i have such murderous intentions for little kids, those little devils. ack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall tumble into bed now, because i'm awfully tired. &lt;br /&gt;and my eyelids are complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not an especially good feeling to have, to know that you haven't put in as much effort as some people and you scrape undeserved A+'s and A's. &lt;br /&gt;ahh &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; me, and no, i don't mean it literally. don't get any wild ideas.&lt;br /&gt;dammit, i should really get over the EOYs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-929236984948696278?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/929236984948696278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=929236984948696278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/929236984948696278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/929236984948696278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-it-my-inherent-ability-to-not-be-at.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-1319851221244663361</id><published>2006-10-27T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T06:56:27.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M NEVER FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU. &lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T BLOODY NEED EXPECTATIONS. FUCK. &lt;br /&gt;DAMN. I BLOODY IMPROVED. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT. TELL ME. &lt;br /&gt;4.0? SORRY I CAN'T FUCKING GIVE IT TO YOU. &lt;br /&gt;SO STOP TELLING ME WHAT I SHOULD BE GETTING FOR MY FUCKING RESULTS. &lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I'M BLOODY SWEARING A LOT, BUT IT'S FUCKING FUCKING SHIT UNFAIR. &lt;br /&gt;I'M TIRED OKAY. I'M EXHAUSTED. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE UP TO YOUR FUCKING STUPID EXPECTATIONS. GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO SLAVEDRIVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T FRICKING LIVE FOR YOU. I'M NOT SOME TROPHY. SO FUCKING GET OFF MY BACK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-1319851221244663361?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/1319851221244663361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=1319851221244663361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/1319851221244663361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/1319851221244663361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-never-fucking-good-enough-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-5650601373026138079</id><published>2006-10-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:02:40.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodbye blog. &lt;br /&gt;will not be updating you in a while. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, on a random note, i met ms low at the bus stop yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;and i was standing in a corner, as she says, reading the class tray stuff. &lt;br /&gt;ha. anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIATUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-5650601373026138079?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/5650601373026138079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=5650601373026138079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5650601373026138079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5650601373026138079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/goodbye-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-5698575381057444709</id><published>2006-10-23T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T05:46:54.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall watch a movie after this. &lt;br /&gt;probably SOM, flash or holes. &lt;br /&gt;dang, i really need some more movies. ACH. &lt;br /&gt;save up save up. yes yes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff is fine at home. &lt;br /&gt;and i think i should get nicorette (sp?) gum for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;how much is one pack huh. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, cca meeting tmr! a lot to discuss. DANGGG. &lt;br /&gt;need to remind them, otherwise they'll sure forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i gtg and get my ass working. &lt;br /&gt;and i wish i could stop procrastinating for piano. &lt;br /&gt;motivate me, something/somebody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need pressure. &lt;br /&gt;OH DANG. PRESSURE ASSIGNMENT! &lt;br /&gt;okay nvm! I DIDN'T SEE THE INSTRUCTION TO DO THE BLOODY ASSIGNMENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-5698575381057444709?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/5698575381057444709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=5698575381057444709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5698575381057444709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5698575381057444709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-shall-watch-movie-after-this.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-7174667251386757645</id><published>2006-10-22T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T19:01:46.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my 300th post. HAHA. and tomorrow's would be my number 301 post. &lt;br /&gt;on this blog that is. xD &lt;br /&gt;anyway. LIBERATION. &lt;br /&gt;but i'm not exactly feeling too liberated. &lt;br /&gt;ahwell! going out soon. to orchard. &lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY! &lt;br /&gt;JUST THAT I'M DAMN HAPPY EOYs ARE OVER.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THIS TOTALLY CONTRADICTS THE FEELING OF NOT-TOO-LIBERATED, HAPPY IS SEPARATE FROM NOT-TOO-LIBERATED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD geez. gtg now. 10 alr. need to shower and stuff, and get out of the house at 1020. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- when i fall in love, i'll take my time. there's no need to hurry when i'm making up my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON MRAZZZZZZ - THE REMEDY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-7174667251386757645?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/7174667251386757645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=7174667251386757645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7174667251386757645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/7174667251386757645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-my-300th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-6739217645139340061</id><published>2006-10-17T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:13:14.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1382/2486/1600/desktop_eoyweek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1382/2486/400/desktop_eoyweek.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my new desktop background.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, it's not working very well. GEEZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-6739217645139340061?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/6739217645139340061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=6739217645139340061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6739217645139340061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/6739217645139340061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-my-new-desktop-background.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-4724350735841386546</id><published>2006-10-17T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:03:21.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love, you're so elusive. &lt;br /&gt;took my heart and ran away to timbuktoo with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was such a random statement. &lt;br /&gt;too much of shy that way playing.&lt;br /&gt;and too much of thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell. chinese is driving me nutsssss. &lt;br /&gt;i HATE languages. fullstop. &lt;br /&gt;never have hated languages this much in my life.&lt;br /&gt;when everything i've worked for is hanging by a thread, just because my languages are shit. &lt;br /&gt;moral of story: never neglect languages, because they get back to you somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese in less than 8 hours, and i'm not even ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in triyono's fave word: &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-4724350735841386546?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/4724350735841386546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=4724350735841386546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4724350735841386546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4724350735841386546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-youre-so-elusive.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-8840857316468480425</id><published>2006-10-16T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T03:42:54.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>keep staring baby keep staring&lt;br /&gt;though i may not know the right things to say&lt;br /&gt;i'll get it out to you &lt;br /&gt;one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shy that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUGGING GEOGRAPHYYYY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was (DON'T ASK ME WHY) thinking about how this year has been. &lt;br /&gt;fruitful, i guess, in terms of lessons and growing up. &lt;br /&gt;but the relationships bit is a bit lacking. &lt;br /&gt;ahwell. i never scored well in that department. &lt;br /&gt;in a group, i have some stuff to say. &lt;br /&gt;alone with one person, i'll rely on that person to keep talking. &lt;br /&gt;i like listening. you don't have to think of anything to say. &lt;br /&gt;it's quite natural to respond to something somebody says, so. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i should start talking more. &lt;br /&gt;(BUT WHAT CAN I POSSIBLY TALK ABOUT. idk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHWELL. EOY EOY EOY.&lt;br /&gt;EEE. OH WHY! &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. xD i amuse myself sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grawrrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;EOYS, HEAR ME ROARRRRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-8840857316468480425?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/8840857316468480425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=8840857316468480425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8840857316468480425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8840857316468480425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/keep-staring-baby-keep-staring-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-8063083380781213684</id><published>2006-10-15T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T02:06:16.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm hooked on the beatles and bee gees today. &lt;br /&gt;they last forever, doods. &lt;br /&gt;hohoho. how deep is your love is playing! WHEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SLACKING. OH NO. &lt;br /&gt;Ahwell, been studying since 1. &lt;br /&gt;So. I'M ENTITLED TO SLACK FOR A WHILE. &lt;br /&gt;15 minute break, like TPP said. HAHAHA. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm SUPPOSED to be on a ban from internet usage, but apparently, my internet addiction is really beyond help. &lt;br /&gt;gah, i still get work done, so WHO CARES.&lt;br /&gt;except for my mum maybe. -.-&lt;br /&gt;she thinks i will fail my EOYs, since i listen to music and mug at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i told her there is no necessity to do one thing at a time. &lt;br /&gt;talk about generation gap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee. and here's a quiz thinger i plucked off somebody's blog, i can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;oh no, short term memory. 0.o OH. I KNOW! from my cousin's blog. MWAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in love [eh, no. never have been]&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped &lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a fist fight [primary school days. i fought on a regular basis, without the knowledge of the teachers or my parents. you know, halo effect]&lt;br /&gt;( ) snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;( ) skipped school [MWAHAHAHAHAHA, NO!]&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane [UK!]&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone or miss someone right now [i can't say i miss her a lot, but still a little. sometimes i wish term 2 didn't happen.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) lain on your back and watched cloud shapes go by [in the sand dunes in the UK! although there weren't a lot of clouds. HAHAHA.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite [YEP, at marina south.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) had make-believe camps [YEAH. I PLAYED THIS ALL THE TIME WHEN I WAS YOUNGER! i even had offices here and there. to burn the free time i had, since i had no younger or older siblings to play with me. =/]&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;( ) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely [of course. me=only kid=lonely most of the time]&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school [HAHA. DURING MATH IN SEC 1. AND DURING A LOT OF LESSONS THIS YEAR, including geography and bio. 0.o]&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake id&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun set &lt;br /&gt;( ) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled [ha. i'm not scared.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood [yep. just this year. term 2.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x) liked the way I look [when i was a kid. three years old.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;( ) questioned my heart [eh? meaning?]&lt;br /&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;( ) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost [at a grand age of 2]&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) swum in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying [this year. when stuff screwed.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins [AT LONG JOHN'S SILVER! ROFLMAO.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't [hurr, slack lah.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose [yeah, it was quite gross. damn. and i did it during a party with all my cousins sitting at a table.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(x) ran in the rain [YEAH. WHILE PRACTISING NETBALL IN SEC 1. HAHAHA. best time dude.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe [what is a mistletoe?]&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles [HAHA IN THE SHOWER!]&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone roller-skating [BLADING]&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something [with epoxy during FRS]&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;( ) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs [when i was younger, i'm sure. but not recently. i can't force a scream. so that's why i hate the cheer unite. must scream, dammit.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;( ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night [HAHAHAHA. I'VE DONE IT THREE TIMES IN THESE FEW WEEKS.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) didn't take a shower for a week [EW.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone [i need my mummy with me or someone who is brave and not scared of ghosts, AT ALL.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) believe in ghosts [i don't, but sometimes the scary movies get into my head and give me illusions.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pool/hot tub/lake with all your clothes on [WHEE THE QUARRY DURING OBS! we sang my bonny in the water. it was our own version, that me and nik came up with while walking to dinner or lunch one day. it was KEWL.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) broken a bone [my little finger on my left hand. it was progressive. in p5 i fractured it. in p6 i broke it.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused [by the master of insults and swear words, triyono]&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried [HURR, yes.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test [once. in p2. there was a math sum i didn't know. so i made an excuse i had to go to the toilet and i ran downstairs, called my dad and asked how to do it. HAHAHAHA. i was a delinquent. and oh, i got a full score for that test and felt so guilty after that, that i didn't even tell my mum i got full marks.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) cheated on a lover&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a Britney Spears CD [NO! zomg.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name [all the time dude, all the time]&lt;br /&gt;( ) French braided someone's hair [how can i? when i've had SHORT HAIR all my life]&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool&lt;br /&gt;( ) have had a fantasy over someone you love as a good friend [0.0 perverse, dude. you are perverse, whoever made this quiz.]&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen on your butt when you're roller-blading [i was going at this super fast speed down a hill and whammo i collided with another person and fell flat on my butt. i couldn't sit properly for 2 weeks.]&lt;br /&gt;( ) over-cooked rice&lt;br /&gt;( ) overslept and arrived at school late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. okay enough of the quiz. i shall cut it here. there are more. &lt;br /&gt;bleh, but i'm lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starving! &lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS DINNER READY MUMMYYYYYY. i'm HUNGRY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-8063083380781213684?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/8063083380781213684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=8063083380781213684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8063083380781213684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8063083380781213684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-hooked-on-beatles-and-bee-gees-today.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-1503416455851796851</id><published>2006-10-15T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:28:03.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay 820 now, and i'm looking at my bao zhang bao dao book. &lt;br /&gt;for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;when the exam is like 48 hours from now. 0.o ZOMG. &lt;br /&gt;i didn't realise i have the book until i looked up at my shelf of dictionaries and whatever not's. &lt;br /&gt;geezes. i will die. &lt;br /&gt;NO, I WON'T. &lt;br /&gt;i will survive!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. &lt;br /&gt;bleh, what is there to do for english? nothing right. &lt;br /&gt;and for chinese? the bao zhang bao dao structure and some ci's. right? &lt;br /&gt;okay. languages cannot be MUGGED like science and math. &lt;br /&gt;it's accumulative work, which i didn't have time for. &lt;br /&gt;or rather, i was either slacking or being very lazy when the chance to expand my vocabulary or to learn a bit more came by. &lt;br /&gt;i have to change this next year. &lt;br /&gt;last year in rgs, so i shall ATTEMPT to be hardworking and not daydream in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i can't wait for friday to come. &lt;br /&gt;liberation day. &lt;br /&gt;i'm bursting with anticipation, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, tuition teacher is coming in an hour's time. &lt;br /&gt;so ta, gtg and mug bao zhang bao dao and do some last minute homework. &lt;br /&gt;dang, i should do my tuition homework, starting from next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, after the exams, i will practise my piano every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote &lt;br /&gt;"sheng4 ren2 zhe3 you3 li4, zi4 sheng4 zhe3 qiang2."&lt;br /&gt;this is chinese, in hanqupinyin. i'm too lazy to translate it into english that makes sense. okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-1503416455851796851?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/1503416455851796851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=1503416455851796851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/1503416455851796851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/1503416455851796851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-820-now-and-im-looking-at-my-bao.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-2077226324735547626</id><published>2006-10-14T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T07:35:27.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a strange thing. &lt;br /&gt;i don't feel the pressure of the eoys. &lt;br /&gt;i think i will tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i just watched black beauty on channel 5 about an hour ago. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;bad bad bad! &lt;br /&gt;AHH. &lt;br /&gt;okay let's see, what have i done today?&lt;br /&gt;GEOG MAPS. WHEEE. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;F THEOREM. i can go be an expert alr. THANK YOU THANK YOU - oozing ego. &lt;br /&gt;KINEMATICS. mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;FINISH UP BLOODY ECOLOGY. &lt;br /&gt;PRACTISED PIANO (for only 45 minutes or so, though)&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS. &lt;br /&gt;okay the above are all done with slacking, so. =/&lt;br /&gt;and plus i watched black beauty, which was kind of nice. &lt;br /&gt;ahhh, crossroads is on tv now, starring britney spears. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG, I CANNOT WATCH ANYMORE TV. I WILL DIE FOR THE EOYs. &lt;br /&gt;concentration...breathe in...breathe out. &lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;HAHA. okay, i'm moving on to social studies now. &lt;br /&gt;sigh. and there's still physics to complete. &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is full language rev day. &lt;br /&gt;holy mama, i will die tomorrow, from PANIC, because my chinese is nowhere near good enough for an A. &lt;br /&gt;should i write a qing jing zuo wen or a bao zhang bao dao. &lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i shall decide when it comes, but most probably qing jing zuo wen.&lt;br /&gt;emo-ing is my forte, dudes. &lt;br /&gt;gah, but it IS a bit hard to emo in chinese. &lt;br /&gt;my phrasing would sound weird and probably give away the fact that i translate english words into chinese phrases in my head.&lt;br /&gt;if only we had emo compos to write for english. &lt;br /&gt;i would pwnz every single one of them, since i've got so much to emo about. &lt;br /&gt;that's bad. GAH. &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. SS. YES. SS. ASSSSASSSSS. &lt;br /&gt;it's a funny thing: Coldman* Chua. Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;CC&lt;br /&gt;SS&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLES! &lt;br /&gt;he's destined to teach ss &lt;s&gt;(and be an ass)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taken from the GB play. ahem, to protect the identity of person mentioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-2077226324735547626?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/2077226324735547626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=2077226324735547626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2077226324735547626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2077226324735547626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-strange-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-2040577920937856191</id><published>2006-10-14T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:25:52.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's hard to be magnanimous, at times like this. &lt;br /&gt;imagine swallowing your pride, your hurt, your feelings of injustice. &lt;br /&gt;and seeing this going to nought, when nothing changes much, nothing shifts, nothing becomes better.&lt;br /&gt;it stays the same. &lt;br /&gt;and seeing it happen to another, and the memories of the past come flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;it's inevitable, really, when it happened to me just the term before.&lt;br /&gt;you can't blame me for being sarcastic, or cold. &lt;br /&gt;because i really cannot withstand such hyprocrisy, i'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;i've tried my best to put the past behind, but damn, you're just too much for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;you scare me. &lt;br /&gt;i don't want to do this anymore. &lt;br /&gt;i'm just deceiving myself and you. &lt;br /&gt;why not just forget it, and just be classmates.&lt;br /&gt;don't talk about this to me now, i need my concentration for the eoys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-2040577920937856191?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/2040577920937856191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=2040577920937856191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2040577920937856191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/2040577920937856191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-hard-to-be-magnaminous-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-4560360111786311326</id><published>2006-10-13T01:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:15:33.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not good enough for anything, it seems. &lt;br /&gt;piano? i'm sh**.&lt;br /&gt;math? i suck. &lt;br /&gt;sports? i totally CAN DIE. &lt;br /&gt;all the things i used to be good at, i seem to lose touch. &lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;br /&gt;PISSIFYING. &lt;br /&gt;okay nvm, i shall concentrate on getting the EOYs over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wallow in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't help. &lt;br /&gt;not when the rest of the world (directly or indirectly) agrees i suck. &lt;br /&gt;GRRR. &lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-4560360111786311326?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/4560360111786311326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=4560360111786311326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4560360111786311326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/4560360111786311326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-good-enough-for-anything-it.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-5358461898590858358</id><published>2006-10-07T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:56:58.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO! i got the following video from suv's lj. =) it's really cool to have FREE HUGS. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0TBDti9BDU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0TBDti9BDU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-5358461898590858358?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/5358461898590858358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=5358461898590858358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5358461898590858358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/5358461898590858358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/yo-i-got-following-video-from-suvs-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-8579555182841793274</id><published>2006-10-07T02:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T02:50:46.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ach, looking back at all the posts i made in may june and july, i realise there are some things i should and should not have done.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, it's natural, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;just that sometimes the something that was troubling me was something trivial, nothing compared to the task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;okay so new MO (or whatever you call it): work first, think later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho, work now!&lt;br /&gt;CHEM, BIO, PHY. AHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-8579555182841793274?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/8579555182841793274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=8579555182841793274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8579555182841793274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/8579555182841793274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/ach-looking-back-at-all-posts-i-made-in.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-1271155045538252633</id><published>2006-10-06T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:24:45.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ach, i'm staying up horribly late tonight. i've procrastinated for such A LONG TIME, that i haven't finished my DARNED chem assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall do without sleep, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-1271155045538252633?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/1271155045538252633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=1271155045538252633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/1271155045538252633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/1271155045538252633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/ach-im-staying-up-horribly-late-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-116005452614030066</id><published>2006-10-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:22:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realise, i've been neglecting this blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'm split between blogger and livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;blogger is getting a bit too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;dang. okay hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;probably, i'll never come back here.&lt;br /&gt;too much emo memories that this blog holds.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder sometimes if i can have a blog that holds out for more than one year and one that i can recycle for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;bordering on impossible.&lt;br /&gt;so now, i guess it's see you in a while, blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-116005452614030066?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/116005452614030066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=116005452614030066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/116005452614030066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/116005452614030066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-realise-ive-been-neglecting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115987783937528765</id><published>2006-10-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T05:18:13.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type B+ Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a pro at going with the flowYou love to kick back and take in everything life has to offerA total joy to be around, people crave your stability.&lt;br /&gt;While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's doneYou're passionate - just selective about your passions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Do&lt;/a&gt; You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE. HAHA. I'M LAID BACK. YEAH BABY YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your Sarcastic Moments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I'M SOMETIMES SARCASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Film Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/film.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whee, right. i'll be a spiffing film writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/bathroom.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a very considerate person, but that doesn't mean you let people walk all over you.&lt;br /&gt;Your look is put together, classic, and stylish. You always look fashionable without trying.&lt;br /&gt;You have the perfect blend of confidence and class. You're proud of who you are - but you don't broadcast it.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be very romantic and demanding. You'll treat your partner like gold, but you expect a lot in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho, right. ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's enough, for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115987783937528765?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115987783937528765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115987783937528765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115987783937528765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115987783937528765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-have-type-b-personalityyoure-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115979740284219217</id><published>2006-10-02T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T06:58:21.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was productive today: AMANDA AND I FINISHED ALL THE PHYSICS TOPICS FOR EOY.&lt;br /&gt;we pwnz man. hahahaahahaha. okay, minus pressure.&lt;br /&gt;ack, now i'm more inclined towards using lj.&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall be more loyal to blogger, which i've used since sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;lame reason, but it still is one. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, they have these compartments in bishan library, which i must attest to as being Effective Learning Cells.&lt;br /&gt;we were actually being productive, mugging away, going through all the freaking worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;and we have a few conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;1. we don't need TPP to pass physics with flying colours put on 10.0-megapixel resolution.&lt;br /&gt;2. we have been enLIGHTened. cliche pun, but HA, we get light.&lt;br /&gt;3. we just need to plonk our butts down and focus our eyes on our worksheets to get stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. AND WE HAD ICE BLENDED MOCHAAAAA AFTER THAT!&lt;br /&gt;at coffee bean, because there isn't a starbucks at J8.&lt;br /&gt;whee, still, my first drink in a shop specialising in coffee. xD&lt;br /&gt;haha, i took a picture of the cup, please. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;gtg and do cca stuff and smp stuff. ack.&lt;br /&gt;life sucks that way.&lt;br /&gt;but life rocks when i know i'm done with PHYSICS, the most horrible subject since the mesolithic times.&lt;br /&gt;this is absolutely true; although physics is everywhere, from the foundations of this very condominium i'm living in to the laptop that is sitting in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, so for now, i guess physics is a necessary pain-in-the-ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115979740284219217?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115979740284219217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115979740284219217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115979740284219217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115979740284219217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-was-productive-today-amanda-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115970179056732619</id><published>2006-10-01T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T04:23:10.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think it was out of sheer boredom that i did this:&lt;br /&gt;i created a livejournal account.&lt;br /&gt;i think it was triggered by looking at jolene's (my ex-classmate from 205) msn personal message.&lt;br /&gt;was writing chinese characters non-stop from the textbook when i saw it and decided to make an lj for fun for laughter and for peace and for joy.&lt;br /&gt;=.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;a href="http://kidonherbike.livejournal.com"&gt;http://kidonherbike.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurr. okay i'm going out in 15 minutes' time and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stand by rascal flatts is really nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115970179056732619?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115970179056732619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115970179056732619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115970179056732619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115970179056732619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-it-was-out-of-sheer-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115968255237993479</id><published>2006-10-01T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:04:27.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 random things i hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Those two little evil lines under my eyes, indicating the lack of sleep due to the uber-stressful and nerve-wrecking PT season that we've just bade goodbye to. And yes, you got it right, they are my first two wrinkles. (DAMNIT, i yell in frustration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My chinese tuition teacher for being so irritatingly punctual, such that everytime, i would be just out of bed, with my hair looking either like:&lt;br /&gt;a) a bird's nest&lt;br /&gt;b) one of the cartoon characters in dragon ball Z (if you haven't heard of them, i'm quite sure you're a deprived kid)&lt;br /&gt;c) harry potter's hair in its most unkempt state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The stereo playing emo-fied songs, just when i'm in a super pissed-off mood, due to the apparent lack of sleep. Okay that cannot be blamed on anyone, but myself, for sleeping only at 3 am in the morning. BECAUSE I WAS READING! hahahaha. i read till i fell asleep, in a desperate and last-minute (lin2 shi2 bao4 fo2 jiao3, i'm being bilingual) attempt to expand my vocabulary. The book title is "Teen Angst? Naaah.." lol weird title, but i like this comment the author (ned vizzini) made about the Stuy Test Preparation Book: "But it was too late. I was already obsessed. the test had offended me by giving me questions I couldn't answer. I intended to kill it." HAHAHA. A SADISTIC TWINGE. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mum, for keeping me worried for a good 2 hours last night. She had to go see one of her old flames from the past. She had A LOT of past boyfriends, each and every one of them better looking than my dad. BUT. MY DAD IS THE BEST LAH. OTHERWISE, MY MUM WOULDN'T BE SO BLIND TO CHOOSE HIM RIGHT. LOL. ANYHOW, she was SUPPOSED to be home by 10pm. SO I WAS WORRIED FOR TWO HOURS STRAIGHT. called a few times, but she never picked up. so i ended up looking out of the window for my dad's ford to appear, every 5 to 10 minutes. so finally, i called at 1140pm. SHE PICKED UP. in the car and told me she went to see this hongkong guy (with my dad of course. he won't risk anything, will he? hurr, i didn't just say that.), who used to be her boyfriend, for a while. and i saw him before. okay, good looking, but ack. he's so big-sized. like a bear. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The timely running out of paper on the toilet roll, especially when you just did some Big Business. Okay I shan't go into the yucky details. It's just infuriating, how things happen at the most inconvenient of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, there are more.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too pissed to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy children's day.&lt;br /&gt;for the children-at-heart out there, like jasmine (the cockroach).&lt;br /&gt;and for the real children, like claire's cute-minus-the-ugly siblings, mark, jill and neil. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115968255237993479?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115968255237993479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115968255237993479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115968255237993479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115968255237993479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/10/5-random-things-i-hate-1.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115962527997176405</id><published>2006-09-30T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T07:08:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, 29th september, was a COLOURFUL day. =)&lt;br /&gt;today, in stark contrast, has been a tad too uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. yesterday was pretty stressful before IHG, because:&lt;br /&gt;1. my chinese is in a disastrous state&lt;br /&gt;2. my physics is quite sad&lt;br /&gt;3. my bio is untouched&lt;br /&gt;4. QA is killing my brain&lt;br /&gt;5. geog test was worrying me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only three things that i don't really worry about are only math, eng and ss.&lt;br /&gt;math, because i'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;english, because i think i'm fine, although i admit that my standards have stagnated.&lt;br /&gt;ss, because there's nothing i can do about it, bleh. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell, i should stop lamenting about this.&lt;br /&gt;no point! got to work.&lt;br /&gt;and i did, today that is.&lt;br /&gt;borrowed two books on bio, mugged ss and chem in the library.&lt;br /&gt;finished up my stupid chem assignment 3.&lt;br /&gt;all this done with sms-ing and 2 hours of slacking. HAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i love the woodlands library. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. IHG was fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;played arm wrestling!&lt;br /&gt;could have won, but lol, my arm was in a weird position.&lt;br /&gt;the girl whom i was wrestling with looks familiar, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;who is she? lol. haha. will wave and say hi the next time i see her. LOL. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i think she'll think i'm a retard or something. roflmao. xD&lt;br /&gt;hung around taking pictures and videos for ms ong.&lt;br /&gt;mr tan was pitted against TWO hadley people: wanxin and the table tennis player with the ong hair and the glasses.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, mr tan won. LOL. HAHAHHA. after a long time. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went to play FLOORBALL.&lt;br /&gt;zomg, fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;i played in the one against tarbet.&lt;br /&gt;hoho, first time playing! and it was fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;managed a goal in the first few minutes. fluke i think.&lt;br /&gt;ahwell! and hahahahaha, took the penalty and scored. YAY. =)&lt;br /&gt;and the other team was doing exceptionally well. woot!&lt;br /&gt;and in the end richardson was 2nd overall. xD WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;lagged behind hadley by 4 points, but heck, next year we shall champ this.&lt;br /&gt;and everything else. and also house spirit. whee.&lt;br /&gt;i sound like some richardson nut. which i am luh. LOL. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND WE PLAYED AGAINST THE TEACHERS!&lt;br /&gt;me and vivian lee (this year's vice head) decided to play.&lt;br /&gt;then it was like there were TWO games.&lt;br /&gt;i played in the first.&lt;br /&gt;she played in the second.&lt;br /&gt;i was the permanent defender and teri, a junior i know, is the goal keeper.&lt;br /&gt;omg, the teachers are damn rough can.&lt;br /&gt;super scary. but lol, their first goal shouldn't have counted.&lt;br /&gt;mr ng was in the scoring box.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, anyway! athena, the table tennis player, germaine my golf senior and some other people whom i don't really know were playing as well.&lt;br /&gt;=) and yay, they played well.&lt;br /&gt;while i defended. it was quite fun, considering i managed to deflect some of mr james ong's shots.&lt;br /&gt;and teri was good as well. she rocked as a goalie, deflected like 5 would-have-been goals.&lt;br /&gt;and second round, nik was playing! attacker.&lt;br /&gt;good lah, as expected. HAHA. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lol, THE TEACHERS HAVE THE CUTEST CHEER.&lt;br /&gt;they go:&lt;br /&gt;FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT (LOW)&lt;br /&gt;TEACHERS TEACHERS TEACHERS (HIGH HIGH HIGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, so cute. HAHAHA. pity i forgot to take a video of it, because i was too busy LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. gtg and watch tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115962527997176405?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115962527997176405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115962527997176405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115962527997176405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115962527997176405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-29th-september-was-colourful.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115943577475266016</id><published>2006-09-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T02:29:34.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was not brilliant today.&lt;br /&gt;it was too monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SOME COLOUR TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i will get some colour. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;writing a letter now. and my mum just came in to take my water bottle to fill it up.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me what it was.&lt;br /&gt;and i lied through my teeth that i was writing an essay.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i'm writing on foolscap.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise my essay story would not hold water.&lt;br /&gt;minus all the times my mum would kick up a whole fuss that she cannot see the words and demand that i read everything to her in the consent form, it's a good thing sometimes that she has long-sightedness. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, school today was academics and the like.&lt;br /&gt;pe was totally indoors.&lt;br /&gt;dang it! i was looking forward to some rugby in the field, but bleh, we were staying in class, calculating our target heartbeat zone thinger.&lt;br /&gt;it was infinitely dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing my sweater over my pe clothes.&lt;br /&gt;so when i stood up, i looked like i was only wearing my sweater, and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;it's humongous; it covers my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pe, it was chem.&lt;br /&gt;zomg, we had freaking make-up lesson during lunch luh, stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;i was trying hard to catch up on what was happening, because i am so not the type who pays full attention at every class.&lt;br /&gt;there are a couple of holes to fill in, given my limited understanding of QA.&lt;br /&gt;okay i've memorized the tests. but not the products.&lt;br /&gt;die-ded luh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;HRMPH. i will mug it today!&lt;br /&gt;mugging day today, i proclaim. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS! and i was downstairs having a packet of OHEYA's and my daily fix of milo.&lt;br /&gt;then somehow after that, i decided one packet of milo wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;and went for a second one. HAHA. 500 ml of milo in one recess.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pro. MILO MACHINE!&lt;br /&gt;ee, and it was geog.&lt;br /&gt;was asking what cutlines were.&lt;br /&gt;ms foo says it isn't important. so. =.-''&lt;br /&gt;hmm and we had this formative.&lt;br /&gt;quite okay, i think. it was ZIMBABWEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the RS project me, cheryl and lisa did last year on ZIMB. xD&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a lame project, but anyhow. it was fun. xD xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english debate was amusing and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;my side had apparently very little examples and statistics.&lt;br /&gt;while the proposition was overflowing with shocking statistics and impressive examples.&lt;br /&gt;so it's easy to figure who won.&lt;br /&gt;i was one of the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;and i was rushing towards the end. HAHA. i screw at debates.&lt;br /&gt;gah, i wonder how i ever did quite so well for oral.&lt;br /&gt;oh, that was speech. and prepared one at that. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;anyway! JASMINE WAS SUCH A BLUR QUEEN!&lt;br /&gt;she was the last speaker.&lt;br /&gt;and suv told her to say that "homosexuality has been around for 40 years..." and comment on the biblical example that was given.&lt;br /&gt;jasmine, being jasmine, started off: "HOMOSEXUALITY IN THE BIBLE HAS BEEN.." - whole class pauses, and LAUGHS THEIR ASSES OFF.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! JASMINE! IT'S TWO SEPARATE THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, SHE REWROTE HISTORY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH. and we missed it.&lt;br /&gt;danggggg! but it was chem.&lt;br /&gt;okay it isn't a good thing. =.-'''&lt;br /&gt;so we were happily doing chem. (right)&lt;br /&gt;and my stomach was growling.&lt;br /&gt;eek. math and i was doing physics, trying to catch up on those stuff that i missed while slacking during physics. xD&lt;br /&gt;and i realise, i cannot do this forever.&lt;br /&gt;not when i have to go to med sch.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i will pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio today was quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;we watched the mp3 video for the song jonathan sang in SI.&lt;br /&gt;if i just lay here.&lt;br /&gt;lol. =) i like it lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; if i just lay here&lt;br /&gt;if i just lay here&lt;br /&gt;would you lie with me&lt;br /&gt;and just forget the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTAYEEEE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ho, i have decided that GM food is a necessary evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay time to go back to physics and letter-writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115943577475266016?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115943577475266016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115943577475266016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115943577475266016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115943577475266016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-was-not-brilliant-today.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115936110890936033</id><published>2006-09-27T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T05:45:08.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, dragonfruit?!&lt;br /&gt;stink. (okay i knew this one from last year. becky was using this word on several occasions. xD)&lt;br /&gt;lol, becky's yahoogroups messages are getting so much more amusing.&lt;br /&gt;and whee, IHG closing ceremony on FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;301 PEOPLE FROM RICHARD. HAHAHA. I'M GONNA PUSH THEM TO GO FOR THIS. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's been okay.&lt;br /&gt;repercussions of geog test kind of made it a bit sour during math.&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow, it's been pretty fine and dandy, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;math was slack.&lt;br /&gt;chem was fun.&lt;br /&gt;chinese was draining.&lt;br /&gt;CG was boring.&lt;br /&gt;cle was absorbing, partly because ms low was sharing with us about her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED THAT MS LOW BACKPACKED IN AUS AND NEW ZEALAND FOR A WHOPPING TOTAL OF 9 FREAKING MONTHS, AND WAS A BANKER WITH A FAT PAYCHECK PLUS BONUS PLUS PROMOTION BEFORE SHE DECIDED TO FURTHER HER STUDIES IN AUSTRALIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and out of all her backpacking escapades,&lt;br /&gt;the most memorable one of all is the pub where everyone was naked.&lt;br /&gt;people who went in naked got free beer. uhhuh. incentive. xD&lt;br /&gt;LOL HAHAHA. ms low, of course, was dressed properly.&lt;br /&gt;she and her friend was pretending that the naked thing was NORMAL and cool.&lt;br /&gt;when inside they are like totally freaking out about it. HAHAHA. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;i want to backpack in future!&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong though, i don't want to be surrounded by naked guys with only a vanguard card to protect their modesty.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that backpacking, the possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;and it's pretty awesome. think about it.&lt;br /&gt;it's like this ultimate rite of passage to become experienced about life.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa i think i'm exaggerating, but this idea totally gets to me.&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entirely cool.&lt;br /&gt;so moral of story:&lt;br /&gt;do whatever you want, experiment, play, whatever! during your 20's.&lt;br /&gt;after that, slog your ass off to get some money, cuz face it, you're almost 30 already.&lt;br /&gt;32, start to look for a nice guy to start a family with.&lt;br /&gt;have amazing kids and a fulfilling job.&lt;br /&gt;whoo, the standard life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm looking forward to the 20's bit and the slogging my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eileen, jiayue and i were thinking of earning enough money, then we can go backpack.&lt;br /&gt;in uk, or anywhere in europe.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i call living your life properly.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be tied down when life only just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sense of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;and also, med sch, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;this time round, i shall pay extra attention in chem and bio.&lt;br /&gt;bio is no challenge to pay attention in.&lt;br /&gt;chem. i have to totally learn from eileen.&lt;br /&gt;if i am to go to med sch with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, enough talking.&lt;br /&gt;have to go file my worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;pleh. =/&lt;br /&gt;okay i shan't moan, it's for backpacking and med sch in future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115936110890936033?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115936110890936033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115936110890936033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115936110890936033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115936110890936033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-dragonfruit-stink_27.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115927485126295969</id><published>2006-09-26T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T05:50:16.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a not so good day.&lt;br /&gt;but it'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;immune to failure?&lt;br /&gt;guess so.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird how the previous week rocked.&lt;br /&gt;and how this week is turning out bad.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;the hour i spent skipping geog sa and sleeping is far off.&lt;br /&gt;ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;geog's over.&lt;br /&gt;so i shan't fret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115927485126295969?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20366694.post-115917823324529376</id><published>2006-09-25T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T02:57:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a weird day.&lt;br /&gt;a mix of different emotions and feelings: emo-fied day.&lt;br /&gt;one moment i'm high, the next i'm like glum.&lt;br /&gt;is it the stomachache?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so though. hurrhurr.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, shall not talk about feelings today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had EXPIRED bread for breakfast, i just realised.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is so freaking weak.&lt;br /&gt;zomg. -.-&lt;br /&gt;hmm and plus, i ran after 190.&lt;br /&gt;lolz, it's dumb, cuz i missed geog test because of the stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;at first, it was quite okay when i first walked into class.&lt;br /&gt;but after that, it got so bad i spent a good 10 minutes in the freaking toilet.&lt;br /&gt;went back to class and got the class to go down for assembly.&lt;br /&gt;and when we got downstairs, there was NO ASSEMBLY.&lt;br /&gt;then the dumb stomachache got worse.&lt;br /&gt;it was as if something was clawing at my insides, it was painful.&lt;br /&gt;was bending over half the time, when i was walking upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;it was around 720am when claire came in through the back door.&lt;br /&gt;she got me to the sick bay luh. haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, when my friends were all having geog test, i was in the sick bay with a hot water bottle on my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;i had a good time sleeping though.&lt;br /&gt;felt much better after the one hour long nap. xD&lt;br /&gt;i should really get a hot water bottle. it's so fun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. got back to class and they were doing this cle thing.&lt;br /&gt;after which, i went to collect my sweater and met ms foo on the way.&lt;br /&gt;we decided on tomorrow after school, for the retest.&lt;br /&gt;yup. at the pavillion. haha. my first time taking a test later than my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;oh and my golf sweater is grey and looks okay.&lt;br /&gt;except that the font colour is off. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;it costs 27 bucks. expensive, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess, it was PHYSICS!&lt;br /&gt;i got pressure! =) WHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;and hurr, it was ss after that, and apparently, CC PONNED.&lt;br /&gt;cuz last week he made it for BOTH lessons.&lt;br /&gt;this week, i think he thinks he's done enough time in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. =.-'''&lt;br /&gt;and there's MATH.&lt;br /&gt;there was an A Math selection test for next year.&lt;br /&gt;i skipped it, cuz i think it's stupid to join if i cannot keep up and keep nearly failing.&lt;br /&gt;not that i don't want a challenge. just that, i hate not being able to keep up in math.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i nearly always do. and A Math is the only thing in math, no matter how hard i try, i can never keep up with.&lt;br /&gt;so, better to learn it when i'm wiser.&lt;br /&gt;fyi, what people in A Math are learning is actually some A Level stuff.&lt;br /&gt;hmm and bio was fun. GM FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;yeah SUPPORT FAIR TRADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115917823324529376?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115917823324529376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115917823324529376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115917823324529376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115917823324529376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-weird-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115910747810388941</id><published>2006-09-24T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T07:17:58.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched singapore idol. xD hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm not officially done with geog revision. HOHO. HAAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;slacker luh.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;but JONATHAN LEONG TOTALLY OWNED TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;xD i prefer his version of the new song, you give me wings.&lt;br /&gt;his voice is full. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;you give me wings&lt;br /&gt;when i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;you lift me up&lt;br /&gt;when i'm down&lt;br /&gt;taking me high&lt;br /&gt;touching the sky&lt;br /&gt;you make me fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cliche lyrics, but i like the melody. xD&lt;br /&gt;hoho. okay i should get back to geog.&lt;br /&gt;and. oh. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TEO. although it's like 2 hours before 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115910747810388941?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115910747810388941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115910747810388941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115910747810388941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115910747810388941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-watched-singapore-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115907437190049019</id><published>2006-09-24T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:06:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA TEW TJIN FERN. &lt;3, gab. =)&lt;br /&gt;happy being fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still older! HAHAHA. lol, lame.&lt;br /&gt;taaa, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115907437190049019?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115907437190049019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115907437190049019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115907437190049019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115907437190049019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-amanda-tew-tjin-fern.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115902159032215780</id><published>2006-09-23T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T07:26:30.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;parents are nut.&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;got a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;a K800i.&lt;br /&gt;complete with an in-built cybershot camera.&lt;br /&gt;zomg!&lt;br /&gt;it's ex. totally ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;my dad is nut.&lt;br /&gt;my mum is nutter.&lt;br /&gt;AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333 GAB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115902159032215780?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115902159032215780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115902159032215780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115902159032215780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115902159032215780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/crazy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115893026476442261</id><published>2006-09-23T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T11:53:43.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's quite rare that i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;i was literally high for the entire day and half of yesterday as well.&lt;br /&gt;today i didn't quite make much sense in anything.&lt;br /&gt;i think i left my brain at home today. yup. the consequences of the closure of PT season!&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to go into inferring implications or wear my brain out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so today was a BRILLIANT DAY! exlamation marks.&lt;br /&gt;in math, i finished all my ws long before today, so i decided to write my reply to claire on graph paper as well.&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't being coherent at all. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;ahwell! it's readable, at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;jiayue was also looking for something to do during math lesson, because we figured kinematics in math is so much easier than kinematics in fizzicks, and completed our ws fairly quickly.&lt;br /&gt;she started on the most brainless of things: recopying notes.&lt;br /&gt;whee. quite fun but lol, brainless, just the way she wants it.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. i like jiayue's handwriting when it's nice big and neat. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;mr ang's nice, i've decided.&lt;br /&gt;he teaches in a poly, but he won't let on which poly it is.&lt;br /&gt;but suv says, it's a "school of discovery", so it might probably be ngee ann.&lt;br /&gt;i guess. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, we got back math.&lt;br /&gt;i did well. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was an amusing affair.&lt;br /&gt;laoshi once again commented that i have the potential just that i'm not serious during lessons, and thus have not improved nor dropped my standards.&lt;br /&gt;eee, and when i said i would pay more attention next year, my classmates were rolling their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine! i have a problem paying attention to chinese characters that just don't appeal to me very much (my foot, i can if i want to, but the point about chinese characters being unappealing still applies).&lt;br /&gt;and i was still writing on the graph paper when andy dropped by and decided to read my overly-emo qing jing zuowen.&lt;br /&gt;it was written on a bus to school, so the would-have-been score of 53 is quite decent, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;hoho, sometimes i think laoshi is right, i'm getting very complacent, like the fat orange but obviously cute Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. my ego just got the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;i'd better pull up my socks for my chinese, if i ever want an A2 for chinese o's.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, slacking mode was on, and i didn't pay attention at all during chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN GO HANG MYSELF. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;okay i swear i'll go through all the ke's for chinese eoy. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then recess. i didn't want to go down at first, because i hadn't finished writing then.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't even halfway across the BIG graph paper.&lt;br /&gt;okay not big, just that my handwriting was small.&lt;br /&gt;i got my daily fix of milo from andrea's milo cup! =) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't eat anything cuz i wasn't feeling hungry at all (strangely. hurr i am usually starving ALL THE TIME) .&lt;br /&gt;assembly! so we were in the hall for the percussion thing.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't exactly looking forward to an especially good time, but the elds part was nice, though the screaming was admittedly quite freaky.&lt;br /&gt;but the dragging around done by suv and the throwing of forks and spoons were quite hilarious though. xD&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. was sitting at the back with nik, laasya, triyono and arina, with the teachers' eyes drilling holes in our backs.&lt;br /&gt;hurr. we were quite noisy just before the singing of the school song.&lt;br /&gt;laasya was making a whole lot of noise about ss, for i don't know what reason.&lt;br /&gt;hurr and everyone there was trying to calm her down.&lt;br /&gt;ms low came to tell us to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. xD no luh, not shut up, just keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;hmm and the percussions thing came. it wasn't really quite like rock for good where people don't have to be coerced into jumping up and down.&lt;br /&gt;some teacher was standing in front of the whole congregation of bored sec 3's waving her arms and prancing around.&lt;br /&gt;some class stood up to &lt;s&gt;dance&lt;/s&gt; jump around and the rest of us decided to as well, to show appreciation for the percussionists' efforts, though i would have much preferred to sit on my butt and doze off, if not for the exceedingly loud music.&lt;br /&gt;and as arina says, the music with the rhythm is immensely TRANCE-Y.&lt;br /&gt;good hypnosis music. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;then mrs prama was going on as usual about paying attention during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;and i was finishing up the graph paper letter (finally) until she said the word "spotcheck".&lt;br /&gt;it sent me pulling and tugging at my hopeless socks.&lt;br /&gt;they flopped down again and again.&lt;br /&gt;so it was quite a miracle i wasn't booked there and then by grace zhang or claire or nat tai.&lt;br /&gt;claire was bringing her red jacket around. hurr. and i think it's nice. if only it was light blue. xD HAHA. i would have loved it to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall go practise on my piano. so i will pick up from here after i come back.&lt;br /&gt;but i have this weird feeling i would totally screw tomorrow's piano lesson.&lt;br /&gt;ahwell. i always do, because i just am not good enough for piano.&lt;br /&gt;will continue blogging when i'm done preparing piece C. i've been dragging it since FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;i want it over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, i think i'm hopelessly addicted to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;0.o and i have an obsession with the word "hopelessly".&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think of it, the phrase "hopelessly in love" comes to mind, weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER! PIANO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut at 1:37am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurr. i cannot believe it, i was sleeping for 3.5 hours. I SLEPT FROM 830 to 12.&lt;br /&gt;sorry claire. couldn't get my ass off my bed. bleh. FELL ASLEEP WITH THE BOOK IN MY HANDS HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long long time since i've done that.&lt;br /&gt;there was a time when i was a fan of all good books, i would read during my meals so often that my parents became exasperated and had to get take-aways for me specially.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. anyway. i may not be having piano tomorrow, so it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;because i cannot stand seeing the disappointment written all over my piano teacher's face.&lt;br /&gt;she's really nice. and sometimes i feel like a complete ass for not practising.&lt;br /&gt;the problem, i guess, is me not loving music as much as before.&lt;br /&gt;gah, anyway! i shall continue to blog about what happened to this high high high day of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm where was i?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! light blue sweater! XD HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i adore the colour blue, not entirely because i'm in RICHARDSON, the house that rocks.&lt;br /&gt;i've loved blue since the day i knew what colours are. HURRHURR.&lt;br /&gt;so after assembly, after the spotcheck, claire and i were walking outside. then claire had to go to the PB room. so i tagged along happily, totally unaware about what would come LATER.&lt;br /&gt;so i was gleefully standing outside peering into the PB room.&lt;br /&gt;there was this HUGE cupboard. full of DC files.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm proud to say, I HAVE NOT HAD A DC IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;i'm guai, by the pai kia standards people set nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. anyway. so claire was doing the booking thing in the room.&lt;br /&gt;then you know what.&lt;br /&gt;HANNAH AND XINER APPEARED.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS PETRIFIED.&lt;br /&gt;ZHENER APPEARED AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;THEN SHORTLY AFTER THAT EILEEN AND KELLIE.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR IF I KNEW MAGIC I WOULD HAVE APPARATED TO MY 301 CLASSROOM LIKE IMMEDIATELY.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm scared of prefects (the only prefect in the sec 3 batch i'm afraid of is hannah. weird i know. 0.0), just that mysocksweresofreakinglowandall. xD&lt;br /&gt;xiner thought i was buying new socks.&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT SOCKS LAST WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;but one pair only. HOHOHO. cuz i still have other guai socks in the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;today just happened to take out the not-so-guai pair of socks.HEEE.&lt;br /&gt;then haha, when claire was finally done, i thought i was rid of all the sock scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;but NO. hannah was tagging along and i was scared, again. eee.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm weird, being afraid of the friendliest of the 4 head prefects.&lt;br /&gt;i should be freaked out by either xiner or kristen instead.&lt;br /&gt;yanhan, i'm neutral. HAHA. don't really know her, so.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. claire is a total PM (= prefect magnet).&lt;br /&gt;on the way up, we met like the entire sec 3 batch of prefects.&lt;br /&gt;this is so unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;i met: hannah, xiner, zhener, eileen, kellie, grace zhang, daveen koh and some other prefects whose names i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;then when we finally got to three one, i was super relieved!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;no prefect, except for claire luh.&lt;br /&gt;then we slacked the whole rs block away.&lt;br /&gt;claire was doodling on my etp booklet. HAHAHA. ABOUT FLL.&lt;br /&gt;lol HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then manda was sitting there doing chem. =.-''' haven't even started. BLEH!&lt;br /&gt;eee, then the block passed so freaking fast.&lt;br /&gt;so i walked claire back up to 314. and again, i met a whole load of prefects. 0.o'''&lt;br /&gt;eee. and i forgot to collect my sweater from 310. shiat.&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow, i can collect on monday! =)&lt;br /&gt;talking about monday, there's a geog test. zomg.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. then i saw lan hui hui. she asked me, "have you been booked for your socks?"&lt;br /&gt;0.0 so when she started to talk to claire, i scrammed like super fast. to avoid booking.&lt;br /&gt;i am so booking averse this year.&lt;br /&gt;last year, didn't really care.&lt;br /&gt;was booked once for hair.&lt;br /&gt;once for name tag.&lt;br /&gt;and once for low socks.&lt;br /&gt;and if i'm not wrong once for MEN. : DD&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. making excessive noise!&lt;br /&gt;eileen teach me one. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and i heard from claire that xiner would go up to a person with low socks and say, "do you think your socks are of acceptable standards?" (something along this line)&lt;br /&gt;woah, xiner. you're oozing charm and professionalism.ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, that's a very very good question. hmmm. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i'll find out and get back to you, if you ever ask me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala then CG was spent dozing off and going to the toilet to wash my face/pee/slack (no i take the excuse of going to the toilet to slack off for a while outside.&lt;br /&gt;we were released early and i kind of pity mr ives tay.&lt;br /&gt;we're always so unattentive during his classes.&lt;br /&gt;the problem is we don't see or get the point of CG.&lt;br /&gt;the only interesting CG lesson was when we were doodling on the paper. LOL. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i had lunch in the canteen and went for the debate thing.&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. it was quite a miracle jtoh or ms huang did not notice i was slping.&lt;br /&gt;cuz when jtoh went to say something and ms huang went to say something as well, i was half asleep. AHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;after the debate was over, i went home!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. it's been a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;but it would have been greater if i hadn't slept away those hours, which could have been used to talk, slack and be happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;but i'm thankful enough.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i shall mug my geography and do my chem and study my chinese (i always need a bit of criticism to get my braincells moving for chinese).&lt;br /&gt;alright. i shall go get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;night people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love today.&lt;br /&gt;i should totally have links back to my more memorable days of the year, just like the uk one. xD&lt;br /&gt;i miss uk, really.&lt;br /&gt;things would have been different if i hadn't been so sullen.&lt;br /&gt;but ahwell, it could have only happened this way and in no other way, to quote morpheus from matrix reloaded.&lt;br /&gt;and on a random note, i miss the chocolate from the dale fort bar, and also, seeing the teacher drinking beer.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny really. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i got to go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i'll dream of uk tonight.&lt;br /&gt;and how all of us would go back there again on a second fieldtrp.&lt;br /&gt;haha, wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for uk trip.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i wouldn't have known the wonderful people i know now. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;"dream as if you live forever. live as if you die today."&lt;br /&gt;james dean. it's been my fave quote about life since forever. i still believe in it. =) life to the fullest, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115893026476442261?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115893026476442261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115893026476442261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115893026476442261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115893026476442261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-quite-rare-that-im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115885014607425251</id><published>2006-09-21T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:49:06.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's been a really NUTTY day.&lt;br /&gt;i will upload photos later, but today has quite a few quotable quotes. here are the top two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i thought when it's "cold-blooded" you have to find evidence that they [pirates] are cold and that they are bloody."&lt;br /&gt;- chun yue during english compre. HAHAHAHA. ZOMG FUNNY LUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we all suffered together, we all loved each other."&lt;br /&gt;- mr colman chua. HAHA. sounds wrong though. really wrong. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee. i'm not in a bloggy mood today. not after blogger crashed last night on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i'm seriously contemplating not doing any homework and going to bed immediately at 11pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115885014607425251?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115885014607425251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115885014607425251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115885014607425251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115885014607425251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/todays-been-really-nutty-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115874105123903827</id><published>2006-09-20T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T01:30:51.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cancerians are supposed to be:&lt;br /&gt;emotional and loving.&lt;br /&gt;shrewd and cautious.&lt;br /&gt;intuitive and imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;protective and sympathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad side:&lt;br /&gt;changeable and moody&lt;br /&gt;overemotional and (something which i cannot rmb)&lt;br /&gt;clinging and unable to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i don't really believe in horoscopes, i think most of this is so stupidly true.&lt;br /&gt;i need to be less moody, less emo, and less clingy.&lt;br /&gt;wtv. i just realised today i'm the only cancerian in my whole class. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;zomg.&lt;br /&gt;hurrhurr.&lt;br /&gt;and ms low made a point that pisces would be better off marrying cancerians and scorpios.&lt;br /&gt;HURRHURR. right. the diff is i won't be having a boyfriend/husband.&lt;br /&gt;lolz. okay this is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today was BORING.&lt;br /&gt;very boring.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand even week wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;so many lessons. two language lessons in a row. zomg i don't think i can take it.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell. after today's cle, i have decided i'm contented being a small star in the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;for the time being that is. xD hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;eileen thought it was philo.&lt;br /&gt;i considered drawing a coconut treeeeee. HAHAHA. dno why.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to draw what we thought of ourselves, you see.&lt;br /&gt;HURRR.&lt;br /&gt;eileen drew a stick figure of herself being simple and plain eileen. hahahaha. she's more than just that, I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;xD HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with eileen.&lt;br /&gt;and bleah. couldn't eat! had bbq oheya chips! and milo! and watermelon after that. HURRRR.&lt;br /&gt;considered buying nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;but didn't. =.-&lt;br /&gt;i'll get fatter this way. DANG IT!&lt;br /&gt;ATE A LOT DURING RECESS. HAR HAR HAR.&lt;br /&gt;rice + minced meat + dao gay + milo ! WHEEE! and suchin's half-eaten nugget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg. i cannot believe it. tmr i have like third recess. i'll totally starve.&lt;br /&gt;after that is geog then it's lunch. like =.=&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW. EAT A LOT DURING RECESS. LUNCH FREE BLOCK! PLAY POLE SPINNING!&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;and get all dizzy and weak-kneed. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee. there's cc tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;dang it. 0.o thank god i'm sitting at the back luh.&lt;br /&gt;i can sneakily do my homework. HAHAHA !&lt;br /&gt;okay gtg. have to finish up all my pt's ONCE AND FOR ALL.&lt;br /&gt;tonight HAVE TO PRACTISE PIANO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115874105123903827?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115874105123903827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115874105123903827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115874105123903827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115874105123903827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/cancerians-are-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115868678469206609</id><published>2006-09-20T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:26:25.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eee. i'm feeling so emo.&lt;br /&gt;my msn nick is so emo it gives me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;bleh. i'm talking in circles.&lt;br /&gt;ahwell. i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;after i finish chem, i swear i'm going to bed straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115868678469206609?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115868678469206609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115868678469206609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115868678469206609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115868678469206609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/eee.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115866151132463546</id><published>2006-09-19T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T03:35:42.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't blogged yesterday, and i am already feeling weird.&lt;br /&gt;i was super refreshed today in the afternoon, but in the morning, i was still quite sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;a typical consequence of oversleeping.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping schedule: 3.30pm-730pm. then i had dinner. 800pm-1221am. woke up cuz my handphone vibrated since 12am. checked messages and went back to sleep. 1230am-530am. WHEEE. I AM THE PRO AT SLEEPING. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;all this hibernation (hibernated like a bear, as claire said this morning) is due to an overdose of nescafe (1 huge huge huge cup, the size of a grizzly's paw/half a face = 2 packets) and the dreaded ss pt (which i cleverly completed in one night. i win. xD)&lt;br /&gt;it turned out quite pretty, because my do's and don'ts chapter is dotted with colourful pictures meant for primary school kids. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and there was the wordy part, which i am now currently supposed to edit, according to my untidily scrawled timetable (but obviously, i'm too lazy to do it, and thus, my timetable is defunct. since i was supposed to start work with ss at 430pm. it's 533pm now, btw).&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. today was NICE. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;was initally quite dead before first block.&lt;br /&gt;went to hand in my leadership camp form (shucks need to hand in 30 bucks please. and the camp is in some ulu place. dang.).&lt;br /&gt;and i went by the foyer way.&lt;br /&gt;had a feeling i would meet claire along the way and i did. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;funny luh. was talking about my power sleeping. xD&lt;br /&gt;HURRR. and then she got into class and said our class was scary. cuz everyone was mugging.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought they were. until. I REALISED WE WERE SUPPOSED TO FRICKING DO THE EXERCISE DIARY.&lt;br /&gt;which i did. HAHAHA. in 5 minutes flat. i'm just so pro, as always. THANK YOU THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;hurrr. ego-ness. i need EMC's now. (shit. it reminds me of stuff. WHATEVER. I SHAN'T.)&lt;br /&gt;and i was still pining for my bed when i first sat down.&lt;br /&gt;HURHUR. dang. no more slumber sessions, gab. must work!&lt;br /&gt;but i want to be a hibernating bear in my next life. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was PE!&lt;br /&gt;was high after pe. although english was a bit too dry.&lt;br /&gt;pe. HAHAHAHA. I AM BEGINNING TO LIKE RUGBY.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm beginning to get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;i think i injured my wrist, dang.&lt;br /&gt;but hurhurr, it was fun like hell today!&lt;br /&gt;scored three goals for my side. HURRHURR.&lt;br /&gt;i rock, dude. fullstop. HAHA. i'm getting ego.&lt;br /&gt;but at first i was fumbling horribly with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;and i was facing beatrice, the formidable and most violent defender and attacker of all times.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;hur. but passing got better, AND AHAHAHA, MY SIDE CAUGHT UP.&lt;br /&gt;fan3 bai4 wei2 sheng4!&lt;br /&gt;we rock. xD&lt;br /&gt;the last touch-down was funny.&lt;br /&gt;we were doing roll ball very near the score line.&lt;br /&gt;and BEA WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, almost threatening to smack me once my finger touches the ball.&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed the ball, retreated backwards as fast as i could, and dashed to the far corner of the line. LOL. so amazing okay. touch-down! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;and andrea's touch-down was nice as well. =)&lt;br /&gt;when we were doing the line defence thing. she made it past before i touched her like a split second later. HAHA. =) yeah!&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. I STILL CANNOT GET THE LAST TOUCH-DOWN OFF MY MIND. SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;next week we're doing osmething else if the roll ball is that near. xD HOHOHO. i'm all hyper about pe. =)&lt;br /&gt;i still think pe is the only reason why i don't die in school.&lt;br /&gt;at least it gives me something to be hyped up about. HAHAHA. except for probably bio. be happy mr patrick! =) you're my fave sci teacher. =)&lt;br /&gt;ee. my wrist really hurts. dang it.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's not permanent or something.&lt;br /&gt;i can't lift heavy things with my right hand. );&lt;br /&gt;it's the blocking thing i did at rugby i guess.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, the scary thing was, the field was muddy and wet and slippery. and arina fell, cuz she skidded partially flew in the air, and landed on her butt. ouch. o.o&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW. rugby was fun fullstop =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english, we went through compre. and as usual i was lousy and horrible and terrible and un-saveable (i seriously doubt the existence of this word but i'm lazy to look for the correct word).&lt;br /&gt;mei2 jiu4 le4!&lt;br /&gt;TMD! and my hcinese didn't improve, according to laoshi. this is disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i've been slacking off at my languages. so WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;my geog improved though. HOHOHO. i feel luh. last year i didn't give a damn, only until the test came. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;and chem! I UNDERSTAND MS CHUN. hahaha. like finally.&lt;br /&gt;and bio. wheeeeeee. i must say patrick is the best bio teacher on earth. =)))&lt;br /&gt;and pe. HAHAHA. last year i was quite bad at rock-climbing, except for the belaying part. HAHAHA. but i still miss basketball though.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ANYWAY, I'M GOING OFFTRACK.&lt;br /&gt;hmm english we spent the rest of the time doing the second compre paper. =.-'''&lt;br /&gt;i felt it was easier. yupp. on pirating and privateers, licensed pirates. what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;went down for recess! =)&lt;br /&gt;had bbq ohey chips and 2 milo's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT WAS BIO!&lt;br /&gt;we did the mark/recapture thing!&lt;br /&gt;with beans. =.-'''&lt;br /&gt;REMINDS ME OF THE SANDHOPPER CATCHING THING!&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! I REALLY WANT TO GO BACK TO UK.&lt;br /&gt;although it was like 3 months plus like 2 weeks ago. =/ I WANT TO GO BACK.&lt;br /&gt;yes, EILEEN LET'S ALL GO BACK WHEN WE'RE DONE WITH A LEVELS!&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO. I WANT TO DO MORE SHOPPNG FOR PULLOVERS AND OTHER STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;okay you didn't jsut see that. i don't usually say i want to shop, so it's a rare thing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. xD i really miss being independent.&lt;br /&gt;like, i don't have to answer to anyone (except for the teachers, that is. i still rmb our food circles and how the teachers would frown at us. HAHAA. not frown luh, just that they would like say, HAIYOH, WHY AREN'T YOU SLEEPING YET!)&lt;br /&gt;anyway. bio ended really fast. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. was walking back to class talking to eileen and jiayue about those two week in uk so far away from home (yet feeling so at home) when i met claire in her bright red jacket coming out for geog in 312. i think. lol. xD&lt;br /&gt;whee and we had chi. and that's when laoshi told me my chinese has stayed at the same level ever since the start of the year.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. I CAN DO JUMP OFF THE RAFFLES TREE AND BREAK MY ARM (NOT LEG, CUZ I'M NOT DOING ESPECIALLY WELL IN CHI).&lt;br /&gt;eek. i'd better work harder next year. got o levels.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEE. i better buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it was lunch!&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, i think there's something wrong with the zhichar stall today.&lt;br /&gt;the stupid pork they were serving was CHAOTA.&lt;br /&gt;please! ingestion of carbon causes CANCER dude.&lt;br /&gt;go educate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound totally like a comprain (ahem, singlish. but it's found in the sunday times. so it must be acceptable. HAHA) queen.&lt;br /&gt;but. sheesh. CHAOTA FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't buy it though. cuz i saw people wasting money on the chaota pork.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. and i had MILO!&lt;br /&gt;and two garlic toasts.&lt;br /&gt;for lunch. yes. cuz i burnt a hole through my wallet, by buying a pen and a zig marker. $3.40.&lt;br /&gt;it's quite insane.&lt;br /&gt;the prices i mean. BLEH. gthad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem! QA. i was paying attention!&lt;br /&gt;i think therefore i am.&lt;br /&gt;okay has no relevance, but i was REALLY THINKING DURING CHEM.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha miracle.&lt;br /&gt;and i made some sense out of the yellow precipitates and white precipitates.&lt;br /&gt;xD and rs, i spent most of my time in the library and outside clc.&lt;br /&gt;ssef next year, and we're changing our project by quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;yupyup. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back to class. and val was being bimb. AS USUAL.&lt;br /&gt;so she has three trademark actions now.&lt;br /&gt;the bimb headflick.&lt;br /&gt;the flamingo stance.&lt;br /&gt;and the typical whatever move of bimbs.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;combine that and you get: the ultimate bimb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. okay i should really stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;got loads to do. but i'm starving.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL EAT FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;tummy first, brain later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115866151132463546?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115866151132463546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115866151132463546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115866151132463546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115866151132463546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/havent-blogged-yesterday-and-i-am_19.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115847078395899645</id><published>2006-09-17T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:26:23.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like ms may tan said, everyone in your life doesn't occur by chance.&lt;br /&gt;but it's strange how differences get in the way of things.&lt;br /&gt;a gulf i cannot possibly cross. or can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really shouldn't be thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115847078395899645?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115847078395899645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115847078395899645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115847078395899645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115847078395899645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-ms-may-tan-said-everyone-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115841306357819555</id><published>2006-09-16T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T06:24:23.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at my cousin's still. trying to do ss.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;j____ shuai4 dai1 le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;first and last time i'm saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115841306357819555?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115841306357819555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115841306357819555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115841306357819555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115841306357819555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-my-cousins-still.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115832649608167589</id><published>2006-09-15T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T06:21:36.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realise after two and three quarter years in rgs, i'm immune to failure.&lt;br /&gt;like. if you want me to count how many times i did badly at stuff, it'll probably take up so much paper space that at the end, it would be equivalent to me chopping down 10 amazon trees.&lt;br /&gt;ahwell. don't want to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;sec 1, i think i was disappointed the most number of times. the worst being the pit interview.&lt;br /&gt;and last year, quite a few, but the worst was when i totally killed my psl interview.&lt;br /&gt;okay by now, you should realise that my interviews suck.&lt;br /&gt;today. another failure.&lt;br /&gt;well. at least, i know i shouldn't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;cuz look at the time and effort i've put in.&lt;br /&gt;is it doing justice to the project?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't. so i should not be thinking that our group should have gotten something.&lt;br /&gt;it's pathetic. how i hope for things to happen and they don't.&lt;br /&gt;well, i was wrong. hoping isn't enough, stupid. it's doing.&lt;br /&gt;and we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weifen was quite badly affected.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she's alright.&lt;br /&gt;failure. i'm immune to it. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i'm being too grown-up.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i tend to rationalise more than i feel.&lt;br /&gt;i tend to think more than i sense.&lt;br /&gt;and that's starting to worry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grawr. ss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115832649608167589?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115832649608167589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115832649608167589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115832649608167589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115832649608167589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-realise-after-two-and-three-quarter.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115815850279286668</id><published>2006-09-13T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:41:42.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DANG.&lt;br /&gt;I'M BUSY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;GEOG ROCK AND ROLL.&lt;br /&gt;MAPS.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;AND ZUOWEN.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG: I CAN DIE.&lt;br /&gt;still got ss pt. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;i better get my ass out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115815850279286668?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115815850279286668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115815850279286668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115815850279286668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115815850279286668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/dang.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115807139932413792</id><published>2006-09-12T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T07:29:59.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never knew how it feels like to be free from the problem that once bogged everything i did down.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i've just been out of some nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;exaggeration, yes, but that's really how it is.&lt;br /&gt;term 2. UK trip. early parts of term 3.&lt;br /&gt;got slightly screwed.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm liberated.&lt;br /&gt;for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;if the old doesn't go, how does the new come? - lol, a chinese saying.&lt;br /&gt;sounds wonky, but you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am supposed to be mugging math.&lt;br /&gt;i figure i know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;and i've done my revision exercise.&lt;br /&gt;so. i guess i am ready. xD HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope all goes well tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;second last math test of the year.&lt;br /&gt;i totally dread math tests. gragh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today's been okay.&lt;br /&gt;nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;eeek. nothing much to blog about luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i shall make my life more colourful.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;cya around. gna go be a guai kia. and mug my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe if i feel like i've got energy left, redo revision exercise. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115807139932413792?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115807139932413792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115807139932413792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115807139932413792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115807139932413792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-never-knew-how-it-feels-like-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115805339180925852</id><published>2006-09-12T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T02:29:51.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously, i feel like sleeping like a log.&lt;br /&gt;damn it. but after one day without msn, i just have to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i'll do my math. REVISION EXERCISE. HURRR.&lt;br /&gt;okay shan't type anymore. so lame.&lt;br /&gt;i will blog later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115805339180925852?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115805339180925852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115805339180925852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115805339180925852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115805339180925852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/seriously-i-feel-like-sleeping-like.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115798631713885779</id><published>2006-09-11T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T07:52:08.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't freaking go online. freak the imf.&lt;br /&gt;=.-'''&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i was being super PISSED for the past 2 hours. waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;cuz of the internet, duh.&lt;br /&gt;singnet is having some massive problem, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;the helpdesk is flooded and all you hear is a mechanical voice on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;gah. get it fixed soon dudes.&lt;br /&gt;i need the internet desperately.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel handicapped without the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so grumpy that my parents were pissed off with me.&lt;br /&gt;grr. i admit i was being very moronic yelling at the com.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly do that, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;it was just too much to take, the internet crashing 5 times consecutively and the stupid network thing disconnecting every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. school today was rather good.&lt;br /&gt;first day of term 4.&lt;br /&gt;and i was quite bubbly and happy.&lt;br /&gt;hurr. yup.&lt;br /&gt;came to school at around 7 plus.&lt;br /&gt;ran into nik and nandita.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. nandita is so quiet alone, unlike during richard camp.&lt;br /&gt;she was 0.o haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;then went for morning assembly!&lt;br /&gt;today only had one general announcement, the best yet.&lt;br /&gt;ho. but i remember one day the announcer going, "there are no morning announcements today."&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so walked back to class.&lt;br /&gt;met claire along the way.&lt;br /&gt;haven't done my ROCK AND ROLL THING.&lt;br /&gt;the photograph thing. wtv.&lt;br /&gt;at least i did the FA. HURR.&lt;br /&gt;=) xD i'm guai. okay half guai.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i only did one.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. then geog we took back our test paper. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;zomg i did okay. yuuup.&lt;br /&gt;then after going through the paper, it was quite slack luh.&lt;br /&gt;we were discussing random things. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;when we were supposed to be discussing the rock and roll thing. HURR.&lt;br /&gt;rock and roll we haven't even like taken any pictures yet. HAHA. HOW TO DISCUSS.&lt;br /&gt;then it was recess!&lt;br /&gt;didn't go down. was doing RANDOM stuff.&lt;br /&gt;physics hurr. FIRST TIME I DID SOMETHING CORRECT OKAY. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then mrs teo pronounced my name in a weird way. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;like most teachers do.&lt;br /&gt;hurr. tried correcting her..&lt;br /&gt;OH THAT REMINDS ME. MS FOO PRONOUNCES "MATHS" AS "MATS".&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I'M SO ZOMG. AMUSED.&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;hmm after physics i THOUGHT it was eng, but turned out to be ss.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, pon star had his habitual hangover.&lt;br /&gt;basically did my physics homework. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm. then it was A MATH.&lt;br /&gt;actually i thought there was a test. but there wasn't. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;my lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;but it's next monday.&lt;br /&gt;i can go knock my head against the wall, too.&lt;br /&gt;went back to class to attend math.&lt;br /&gt;zomg, i actually GET graphs. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;BIO! MY FAVE SCIENCE LESSON.&lt;br /&gt;mr lim! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;just got bombed today anyway..&lt;br /&gt;with loads of stuff to mug. not stuff, topics. grr.&lt;br /&gt;mr lim kindly wrote down ALL the topics we had to mug for EOY, which is 5 weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;END OF EOYS: 6 WEEKS FROM NOW.&lt;br /&gt;okay this is gonna pass real fast.&lt;br /&gt;then it would be netcarn! xD&lt;br /&gt;fat hope and slim chance luh.&lt;br /&gt;EOYs are gonna DRAGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;okay choy. MY FOOT.&lt;br /&gt;ecology, is ahem. INTERESTING.&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to be interested. nearly fell asleep just now.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T KNOW WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school. went to print posters with weifne at mr kong's new shop!&lt;br /&gt;wah, coolios can.&lt;br /&gt;and ran into kaiyin there.&lt;br /&gt;she was printing hers there as well. xD&lt;br /&gt;we went to macs for a snack while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;so yuuuup. it was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is i left my bottle at the shop.&lt;br /&gt;kaiyin brought it home, so yup, i will be going to 313 tomorrow to collect. xD HEEE.&lt;br /&gt;after that me and weifen somehow made our way back to school.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. we are smart luh.&lt;br /&gt;it was around 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;i was LUGGING the two A0 sized posters like some cuckoo.&lt;br /&gt;walking past the class trays towards the anderson teacher's office.&lt;br /&gt;and weifen was reading some german thing.&lt;br /&gt;then we met ms foo.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me something about the poster luh.&lt;br /&gt;cuz cmps people also need to print their posters. so. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;spent some time talking about posters. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;AND LOL. ms foo told us that ms low thought that manda was from 302. HURR.&lt;br /&gt;she was gonna tease (if i didn't hear wrongly) ms low for that luh. ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;hurr then went back to class put the stuff down and went down to help with the drink booth!&lt;br /&gt;triyono was contemplating selling ice to the sec 4 netball players. LOL. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;good idea. I LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting there totally engrossed in the games. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;there was one class that was particularly good.&lt;br /&gt;the class with the wonderwoman shirt.&lt;br /&gt;that says wham!&lt;br /&gt;hurr. okay anyway. i went home at around 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;SAW MR LIM PLAYING NETBALL. HAHA. HE WAS GK.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;i think he's too used to playing basketball le.&lt;br /&gt;and silei was like 180 ++ HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;taller than him i think!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but silei is super zai.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way she shoots. 00&lt;br /&gt;ahh. and mr lim played cheat!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha he whacked the ball out of the hands of the GA.&lt;br /&gt;nik was the referee.&lt;br /&gt;LOLZ. funny luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i better stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY MISS MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115798631713885779?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115798631713885779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115798631713885779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115798631713885779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115798631713885779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-freaking-go-online.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115790164650623946</id><published>2006-09-10T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T08:20:46.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZOMG. I'M DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T DONE MY STINKING GEOG FA.&lt;br /&gt;OR THE LAMEASS ROCK AND ROLL THING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115790164650623946?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115790164650623946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115790164650623946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115790164650623946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115790164650623946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/zomg.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115782129696410516</id><published>2006-09-10T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T10:01:37.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, after figuring out what we've done in the six worksheets, i've decided graphs isn't that bad afterall. xD HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i revised all six of them in the library, cuz in the afternoon, i was busy reading through my msn message archives. =.-'''&lt;br /&gt;wtv, i'm a big procrastinator lah.&lt;br /&gt;anw, after flipping through those archives, some old memories were raked up.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't feel that bad anymore, so i guess, it's supposed to be good huh. =)&lt;br /&gt;finally over it.&lt;br /&gt;don't think i'm getting involved in anything anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;unless some miracle happens to me that is.&lt;br /&gt;well that would most certainly be one in a million. or gazillion.&lt;br /&gt;figured that it's impossible for two people to be very alike.&lt;br /&gt;then the world would be boring.&lt;br /&gt;eek! ahwell. same old thing. wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;just came back from TOA PAYOH !&lt;br /&gt;very long time since i've been there though.&lt;br /&gt;went to the library there.&lt;br /&gt;so many times better than the choa chu kang library please.&lt;br /&gt;but still, woodlands regional library owns.&lt;br /&gt;whereas NLB reigns.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! my parents have a serious problem with pronounciation dude.&lt;br /&gt;i hope they're faking it, otherwise i'll seriously be ROFLMAO-ing EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. perhaps they feel corny today (okay my dad is saying "escalator" as "esKAHLAYTA")&lt;br /&gt;(and my mum's going "ORCHURD ROOOOOOOD" instead of orchard road.)&lt;br /&gt;GRAWR.&lt;br /&gt;they need phonetics lessons dude.&lt;br /&gt;okay they are kidding luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. MY MSN CRASHED AND DIED. EEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;come back on you irritating software. DANG!&lt;br /&gt;i shall try again later!&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i shall attempt the undone question in ws 6 linear law. LAST QUESTION.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm done with my stinking math revision. MWAHAHAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn tyco and damn smart today at math. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so here are some random pictures from my cam. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/1600/PICS0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/320/PICS0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this right after watching the replacements. It's a football movie. xD american football luh. super nice. dang. i dig inspirational sports movies. hmm another nice footie movie: the longest yard! basketball would definitely be coach carter. i totally recommend it dudes. and also just like mike. xD&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/1600/PICS0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/320/PICS0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, i don't know why i took a picture of my com screen. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/1600/PICS0005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/320/PICS0005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee. pretty candle! jack's place. 25th june. xD my bdae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/1600/PICS0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/320/PICS0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho! XD I TOOK THIS ON THE FIRST CAREER GUIDANCE LESSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/1600/PICS0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/320/PICS0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. BEATRICE DAJIE explaining something for CG. HOHO. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/1600/PICS0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/320/PICS0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/1600/PICS0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eileen looking super surprised. hahaha. okay not surprised. she was getting ready to smile her toothy grin lah. xD HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/1600/PICS0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/320/PICS0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wheee. victory sign. RIGHT. LOL. we were super bored luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/320/PICS0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/1600/PICS0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/320/PICS0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookies from jas, eileen and manda. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/1600/PICS0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/320/PICS0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad was playing with the cam. =.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/1600/PICS0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6827/372/320/PICS0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of yesterday's fries. chopsticks. my dad was using chopsticks to eat french fries. hoho. carbo loaded eh. =) my dad is the ultimate carb burning homo sapien. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah whee. my msn is working. finally.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. not a lot of people are online anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i watched "i am sam".&lt;br /&gt;it's touching. really.&lt;br /&gt;='/&lt;br /&gt;well. that tells me i should be thanking god for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;but. some things are hard to show.&lt;br /&gt;ahwell. you might think i'm a total retard.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights. it's late. should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;and not let mum worry.&lt;br /&gt;i always leave the lights on.&lt;br /&gt;dang. i should stop doing that from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;"you should read, because when you read, you make me happy. because i am your father, i can tell you what to do. because when you read, you make me happy."&lt;br /&gt;sam to lucy. some things he say are just. bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115782129696410516?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115782129696410516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115782129696410516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115782129696410516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115782129696410516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-after-figuring-out-what-weve-done.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115778186183783481</id><published>2006-09-09T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:04:21.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doing my math now.&lt;br /&gt;bleh. MATH! I WANT TO DIE ALR.&lt;br /&gt;graphs = bane of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;since when hasn't any math topic been the bane of my existence?&lt;br /&gt;grawr.&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall stop moaning, get my butt down and do some math, so i wouldn't be guilt-tripped to go out later.&lt;br /&gt;toa payoh tonight.&lt;br /&gt;mum has a doctor appointment.&lt;br /&gt;while i would be hanging out at the library or popular. as usual. dang.&lt;br /&gt;eeks. alright then. back to math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115778186183783481?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115778186183783481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115778186183783481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115778186183783481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115778186183783481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/doing-my-math-now.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115771869787379768</id><published>2006-09-08T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T05:31:37.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate piano.&lt;br /&gt;i suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;i need to learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;probably guitar.&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, my teacher thinks i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother's toe.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm good, first graders would be scoring distinctions at calculus.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't love piano anymore, alright?&lt;br /&gt;i want to do well for piano.&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;i lack that push.&lt;br /&gt;eeek.&lt;br /&gt;minus piano, there's nothing else i'm doing outside of schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;all i do is a bit of netball once a year, building robots out of scrap metal, dabble in golf, bike around the canal area near the railway and singing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. that's a bit too boring, don't you think.&lt;br /&gt;well. at least these are the things i CAN do.&lt;br /&gt;now. to look for other stuff to do so i don't while my youth away.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 15. 15 dude. only 5 more years to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i think. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll do guitar.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll do DRUMS. droooool.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll do singing. oh. dang. i hate singing in front of others.&lt;br /&gt;singing in the shower is fun. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;my dad probably agrees.&lt;br /&gt;learnt it from him.&lt;br /&gt;he would sing the beatles in the shower. =.-'''&lt;br /&gt;maybe. i shall try something out of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;hmm sports are fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;the thing i've not really tried is probably the artsy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;okay minus music, there are lots of other stuff i haven't tried.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm scared. HAHA. stage fright. more appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;eeks. possibilities are scary.&lt;br /&gt;and also. I HAVE NOT DRAWN PROPERLY SINCE SEC 1.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;my sec 1 drawings are tonnes nicer than what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;EEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall quit talking and go prac on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;but first. FRENCH FRIES.&lt;br /&gt;my mum just made some to show off her ability to operate the darn fryer. =.-'''&lt;br /&gt;okay kidding.&lt;br /&gt;she's just plain fascinated luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH FRIES LOVE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;"you have to get under her skin."&lt;br /&gt;some guy said to his friend. wah. brother. so philo eh? well, not saying that it's not good. just it's unexpected guys like you can be so introspective. =x okay, i better get rid of that stereotype before i get into rj. i totally dread rj, btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115771869787379768?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115771869787379768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115771869787379768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115771869787379768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115771869787379768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-piano.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115769362466607076</id><published>2006-09-08T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:33:44.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going out soon. xD&lt;br /&gt;to the library, that is. dang.&lt;br /&gt;for research purposes, bub.&lt;br /&gt;not going anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gna die at the rate i'm gg for phy and ss.&lt;br /&gt;math, i can just DIE.&lt;br /&gt;tonight i better get started on math revision. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shall cease blogging.&lt;br /&gt;and on a random note, i really miss richard camp.&lt;br /&gt;we should have more! HAHA. but do what? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;cya ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115769362466607076?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115769362466607076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115769362466607076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115769362466607076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115769362466607076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/going-out-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20366694.post-115763260609887989</id><published>2006-09-07T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T05:38:47.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>incompatibility.&lt;br /&gt;a problem with the chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;the compounds just don't mix.&lt;br /&gt;immiscible.&lt;br /&gt;explosive to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;it explodes, shoots out and dies.&lt;br /&gt;swift and fast.&lt;br /&gt;leaving minor burns on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not what i want for a lab practical.&lt;br /&gt;i switch the chemicals around.&lt;br /&gt;trying for a match that would give what is required.&lt;br /&gt;but the clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;and the teacher is stalking about.&lt;br /&gt;counting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;i tremble. run my hands over the different bottles.&lt;br /&gt;hoping for a couple of vibes.&lt;br /&gt;i hear nothing, only the click of her heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;i panick. spilling iron (II) chloride on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;shit, i swear under my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;i give up. no point going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.&lt;br /&gt;nothing fits. nothing ever does, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20366694-115763260609887989?l=cuppadot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/feeds/115763260609887989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20366694&amp;postID=115763260609887989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115763260609887989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20366694/posts/default/115763260609887989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppadot.blogspot.com/2006/09/incompatibility.html' title=''/><author><name>gab(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03948866941293104061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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>
