<?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-16356179</id><updated>2012-01-28T22:30:40.243+08:00</updated><category term='hiatus'/><category term='revamp'/><category term='studio wu'/><category term='ssg'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='God'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>inexquixote</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>397</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-4150065141790292514</id><published>2007-04-21T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:27:14.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got tagged.</title><content type='html'>okay. joey cheng tagged me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is what you are supposed to do. Cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game. Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. At the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm very anal when it comes to spelling. please don't spell 'weird' as 'wierd'. it's ironic that it itself looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i hate it when people take my stuff without my permission. because it just shows how rude &amp; inconsiderate you are. (: &amp; it doesn't do much to me respecting you. so there. stop taking my wallet, stupid yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i've never drank so much bubble tea in my life until this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i hate squid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i hate know-it-alls in dance. the worse if you don't know anything about it, but acts like you do. E-E-W. how absolutely horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i am not uncle's fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag: you, you, you, you, you, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very tired ): physically exhausted &amp; mentally drained. i need a time-stopper. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun! uncle took over glady for mtv. popping was awesomely cool. fresno/boogaloos/lifts/flexes/animation/puppet hands. whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired tired tired. &amp; i have syf full-dress tomorrow. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo! &lt;b&gt;some people&lt;/b&gt; don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it seriously &lt;i&gt;amusing&lt;/i&gt; that people like to twist things around &amp; assume that their judgment is accurate. i know what i'm saying; i know what my stand is &amp; what reasons i base my words upon. (read, again. it's &lt;b&gt;how&lt;/b&gt; she talked to us, not the fact that she lectured us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. you know what? this isn't the first time anyway. i'm used to it. i'm not going to defend myself, because i find it pointless to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to prepare a little pretty enticing speech, actually. but i guess, you're just not worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-4150065141790292514?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4150065141790292514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4150065141790292514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/got-tagged.html' title='got tagged.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-4121313852794879680</id><published>2007-04-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:36:13.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>told you so!</title><content type='html'>HAH. we did it. zaki praised us. right from the start. no yelling, no telling us off. SEE. TOLD YOU WE'LL DO IT. &amp; WE'LL CONTINUE IT RIGHT UNTIL THE 25TH'S OVER. sucks to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i actually thought our video at UCC wasn't too bad. just had a lot of blocking mishaps &amp; precision problems (oh goodness. physics.) &amp; the whole feel of the dance wasn't really there. but i thought we were relatively neat. PFT. lousy fellas. the only thing they can do is scold us like we're some retards. cue rolling eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the act of disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the earliest i've reached home today. (: after so long. it feels good. though i wouldn't mind reaching home late because of SW. it was popping &amp; locking today! ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! chem practical was super cool today. hahaha. eric kua was showing us how to fold the filter paper in this pretty origami flowery way, &amp; he did it twice because everyone was like, "show it again!!!" "huhhhhh??!!" "walau ehh!!" &amp; after which some of us went, "can i have that?" "I WANT!!" "ME ME ME!!" but he replied, "i will give to the two wisest (?! that's what i heard. or so i think.) people in your class" &amp; HE GAVE ME! wahaha. damn funny. jezer was complaining he's biased. i'll say jezer's just jealous. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, that's why you should like chemistry! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was bubble tea again after dance today =D WHOO! bubble tea rocks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know if i can go for popping tomorrow. i need michael's &amp; ssg's highness, man! this week's been pretty down in the dumps lately. today wasn't too bad. just.. slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty pleased with today (: managed to show that stupid woman what we're capable of. HAH. -points fingers &amp; laughs smugly. &amp;, oh my goodness, can she cut whatever she wants to say short so we can go home earlier? we ended at about 730-ish? &amp; she talked for like, half an hour. again. i can't remember what she said. i think it was some pretty useless &amp; mundane stuff not worth mentioning. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the down thing about today is.. PW. PI 2nd draft - have to upload it onto IVLE by midnight. ROAR. stupid piece of shit. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; tomorrow's rehearsal at school. let's rock the hall down, yo! i want the gold. we want the gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp; we'll get it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;s&gt;i hope.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bananas.&lt;br /&gt;I know the mangoes are sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I love durians.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can beat the&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sweet love, of Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause He's given me hope,&lt;br /&gt;He's given me life,&lt;br /&gt;No one else can satisfy!&lt;br /&gt;That's why I sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lor Mai Kai.&lt;br /&gt;I know the Siew Mais are sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I love Laksa.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can beat the&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sweet love, of Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause He's given me hope,&lt;br /&gt;He's given me life,&lt;br /&gt;No one else can satisfy!&lt;br /&gt;That's why I sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;roxanne &amp; i made this up. hahahah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ice Kachang.&lt;br /&gt;I know the Chin Chou is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I love Ribena.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can beat the&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sweet love, of Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause He's given me hope,&lt;br /&gt;He's given me life,&lt;br /&gt;No one else can satisfy!&lt;br /&gt;That's why I sing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-4121313852794879680?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4121313852794879680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4121313852794879680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/told-you-so.html' title='told you so!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-4683163340189696068</id><published>2007-04-19T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:51:13.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disgusted.</title><content type='html'>i'm so jaded with the notion of having to stay back till 8 plus for this past week just for syf training - without DINNER, with hardly a worth-mentioning BREAK in between those torturous hours, &amp; having to reach home near 10pm &amp; so shagged out that i can hardly open my eyes, let alone lifting up my pen &amp; do my tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so behind them that i feel like just giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf is taking up my social life. i can't wait for it to be over so i can return back to SW proper, &amp; catch up with my studies (i can manage between SW &amp; my work, alright? stop treating SW as a waste of my time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i was seriously disgusted with the &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; of them. actually, more like one of them. the one who didn't allow me to go for SW's first rehearsal. ugh. disgusting piece of shit. look, we know we're very slow - 3 hours spent on blocking, solely, is a waste of time. i'm not denying that. we aren't denying that. we're probably the lousiest dance team for jc category right now, but you didn't have to rub it in. stop being sarcastic - i can be sarcastic to YOU too, hell, even more than you, &amp; trust me, i can make you wail like a hyena's baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, what the hell is your problem? you aren't the one dancing on stage, the one sweating your guts out, the one having to stay back until so late WITHOUT DINNER (mind i repeat it again?), the one getting scolded for not doing tutorials not because we're lazy to, but because we &lt;b&gt;don't have the time&lt;/b&gt;. what rights do you have to start demoralising us with those one damned hell of remarks? we know our standards without you, ms obvious, pointing everything out. if you think you're so damned good, go ahead &amp; do syf &lt;b&gt;with&lt;/b&gt; us. don't give me crap like "moral support". it doesn't work on us, it doesn't work on me - especially so since you've lost like probably everyones' respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, really, just stop being a bitch. i was &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; close to slapping you today, just to shut your bloody mouth up. don't belittle us with your puny judgement of us. you've never been through what WE went through, so shut up. hell, for all you might know, &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; of us may have just that little bit more experience dancing than YOU have. so what if you've learnt tap dance? i've learnt house - want to try that? i bet you can't even get the feel of how it's supposed to be like. have you ever tried say, modern dance? ballet? lyrical? if not, shut up &amp; stop acting like you know EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm disgusted at how you debriefed us after dance today. aren't teachers supposed to motivate &amp; encourage us? aren't they supposed to lift us up when we're demoralised &amp; give us support, give us their faith that &lt;b&gt;we can do it&lt;/b&gt;? hell no. you just went on nagging - for what, half an hour? - about mindless, selfish things that made all of us lose the desire to dance &amp; get that gold with honours for syf. like how, say, useless we are? how lousy we are? how stupid we are that we had to do blockings for three hours? look, &lt;b&gt;you seriously don't get it&lt;/b&gt;. what we need now isn't all that. what we need now, is &lt;b&gt;true faith, true support&lt;/b&gt;, from you. YOU, STUPID TEACHER! not the scorns &amp; sarcasm &amp; demoralising attitude you present in front of us that in the end affected all of us. &lt;i&gt;thanks, we feel so much more better now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other one. thought you were a bitch, saw you acting like a bitch, &amp; am confirmed that you are a bitch. pft. your choice of words suck, seriously. you're just as bad as the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? we're going to prove you wrong. we're going to show the two sickening women that we can get a gold (provided everyone else.. has the same determination). i'm sick of the fact that the two mindless people have no inclination of what we've been through but just sit there &amp; start scolding us from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, zaki &amp; ms wee don't &lt;b&gt;berate&lt;/b&gt; us, you know? zaki's actually quite motivating, although i seriously think he's extremely worried that we won't even maintain the silver. &amp; ms wee is, well.. frustrated, maybe. if i were her, i'll be too. but they have this form of professionalism, &lt;b&gt;which the other two seriously lack&lt;/b&gt;, that when they talk to us about how sucky we are, &lt;b&gt;i'll feel guilty&lt;/b&gt;. but the other two are just.. full of shit that i don't really give a damn about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. so maybe my attitude isn't the best. &amp; it probably isn't very ideal too. but you know what? &lt;b&gt;i'm super disgusted with them&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. after syf it's dedication to Evoke rehearsals. i'll rather go for the latter any day. but syf's coming, &amp; after that i'll be free as kelly's tuppleware-freed bird, so i'll just hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the rain.. didn't really make it better. still, let it fall &amp; wash these emotions away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW-ep today was damn fun. sheila was there. elites were there. he was being high &amp;.. i missed out on all that. i never realised how &lt;b&gt;one day&lt;/b&gt; from being away from SW can make me miss so much &amp; make me feel so sick. goes to show how much i really treasure all those times at SW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if one day is THIS bad, imagine how i had felt for this past week. the only day i went there was on tuesday. &lt;b&gt;thanks, man.&lt;/b&gt; &amp; sunday.. is rehearsal at UCC again. 8pm to 9pm? bah. still. i hope it'll be a fruitful one. yesterday's was crappy. i never want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, house in the afternoon is always worth looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need SW. now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-4683163340189696068?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4683163340189696068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4683163340189696068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/disgusted.html' title='disgusted.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-2994815278734284619</id><published>2007-04-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:40:08.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoopeedoo!</title><content type='html'>I'VE GOT NEWS FROM BESSY THAT I'M CAST IN ANOTHER ITEM! WHEEEE ((: modern dance! yay! i'm so happy laaaaaa =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't get any emails from them. so i'm not very sure either. will be calling them tomorrow to inform them i won't be going this saturday (omg. syf. omgomgomg. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT'S COMING! omg.), so maybe i'll get informed about it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! haha i was super high during JKpop today (was moved up from waiting list because people cancelled class. sad for them, happy for me =D) &amp; i have no reasons why! oh yeah, before that i was telling joey about act 3 &amp; we were all laughing like mad. "taek-kwan-do-yo! taek-kwan-do-yo!" yn came in &amp; she was bewildered. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. ya. so videoed for him again. heh the videos look retarded cause.. i was high! when i'm high i do weird stuff. HAHAHA. omg damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm hungry. i talk aimlessly when i'm hungry. my ideas flow into one another &amp; become completely messed up, so don't mind my mad ravings =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. TOMORROW'S FULL DRESS! i'm so so excited! =DD yay will take a lot of photos &amp; put them up here, in the process scaring everyone who comes here because the make up is SERIOUSLY SCARY. we're all supposed to look stressed out &amp; everything so.. haha. will keep you in suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. chem test tomorrow. please wish me luck. i (don't) think i'm going to fail, but i'm praying i won't be brain dead tomorrow. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yn! chem is fun okay!! RIGHT JOEY!! =DD baby kangarooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. SW makes me high. fa la la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. &amp; he was being mean today. &amp; he won't be driving anymore because his mum wants to use it or something..? )): oh noo. but i think he'll be cabbing home. ANYWAY! he refused to treat us bubble tea. horrible person! has money to take cab, but no money to treat us. ROAR! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-2994815278734284619?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/2994815278734284619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/2994815278734284619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/whoopeedoo.html' title='whoopeedoo!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-1908542387812610785</id><published>2007-04-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:06:07.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurrayy!!</title><content type='html'>WHEEE DANCE WAS FUN TODAY! after so so so long, everyone finally did the best they could &amp; MS WEE PRAISED US! OMG DAMN COOL =DD HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could feel the adrenaline pumping &amp; everything else. &amp; we added in emotions! HAHA super funny!! most of us were trying not to laugh but it was still funny nonetheless =D ms wee laughed at amanda cause she looked like some lion dance during the wire part. &amp; ethelyn &amp; faridah were super drama too. haha. fun (: soo.. i think our standard's improving. slightly. heh. i hope we'll do better on wednesday which will be the FULL DRESS for syf at UCC. ((((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A HAPPIER NOTE!!! no dance tomorrow!!! WHICH MEANS I CAN GO FOR SW WHOOOHOOO!! =DDDDD i'm super happy la. when mrs pow told us that i was "YESSSSSSS!!!!" HAHAHAA. i miss jkpop! it'll be the lesson i'll be having on my birthday this year =D fa la la la. doesn't really help he'll be teaching it ON HIS BIRTHDAY (which is one week before mine. ONE WEEK! i hope he doesn't remember it otherwise i'll really have to do solo-solo on that day like what he did to yiwen!! but yiwen's pro, so it doesn't matter. i'm not!!) AS WELL AS MINE, but.. guess you can't have everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be missing SW on wednesday ANDDDD friday! ): no popping/locking on friday! OMG I'M SAD. rahhh. )))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennn. shikin was doing this survey thing for us to choose 5 of your most interested dance styles. haha. i think it's for the dance camp! (: I HOPE IT'LL BE SW!! cause all the styles they mentioned SW offers!! but it might be LADC too, which i don't want. THERE'S POPPING/LOCKING &amp; MAJORITY OF PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED IN IT! WHOOHOO MY PROPAGANDA WORKED =DD hahaha. yay. all those time showcasing it during dance wasn't wasted. HURHURHUR. so &lt;b&gt;IF&lt;/b&gt; it's for the dance camp i hope it'll be SW! i don't want ben from Oschool to teach or this guy from LADC. cause our prince jack is still the best, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS THERE'S MTV!!! haha i think yutaki'll be teaching it. i don't want him to come (if it's SW) cause i think his fans (in MJ) will just be crowding around the studio &amp; gushing at him. (doesn't help that MY DANCE PRESIDENT'S IN LOVE WITH HIM TOO!) hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm being mean. but.. ya i still prefer yutaki =D &amp; i want s-h-e-i-l-a-a-a-a-a-a!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long post. ooh la la i'm feeling extremely elated now (: YAY. dance is cool, yo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dance we went to buy &lt;s&gt;PAO PAO CHA&lt;/s&gt; BUBBLE TEA! whoohooo! i tell you it's the new dance trend, okay! everytime after SW it's either BK/LJS/KFC/LAO PA SAT/&lt;b&gt;BUBBLE TEA&lt;/b&gt;. i'm serious. &amp; now it's MJdance. so much for working out. the amount of fats you find in bubble tea equates to all those calories burnt, i'm DEAD serious. it's super unhealthy but so addictive. sugar makes you highhhh =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when i saw the cup in my hands, i was wondering what you guys did for hh today (i bet it's nice. it's always like that. zzzzz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i THINK i'll have to help him video tomorrow. unless he got joanna to video with him or he did it alone. or he got some other people to video with him. haha. oh well. i'll still want my bubble tea treat ANYWAY! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going down to with kat ong to Tingz which is at katong plaza. haha. kat ong. katong. i love teasing her about it. supposed to get the shoes for the rest. maybe i'll go check out if there's any dancey stuff worth buying =D maybe i'll get new pants or something. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. DID I MENTION? MY NIKE BAG IS FAB-A-LOUUUUU-SOME BAYBEH! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW TOMORROW! YAYYY =DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Evoke's rehearsals are rocking, yo! i want to be an elite! ): but i'm seriously not up to par with them la. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's going to be one cuhwehhhzzzy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today - dance.&lt;br /&gt;tues - SW!!! &lt;333333333&lt;br /&gt;wed - syf full dress = no hiphop/jazz ):&lt;br /&gt;thurs - syf practice AGAIN. i think..?&lt;br /&gt;fri - syf practice AGAINNN. this one i'm VERY sure.&lt;br /&gt;sat - syf practice AGAIN &amp; AGAIN &amp; AGAIN. omg i'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;sun - HOUSE &lt;3 YAY. most probably, anyway! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, there's only 2 days i can go down to SW. sigh. i'm going to suffer from withdrawal again ))): rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm smelling like rotting fish (we perspired A LOT. whooohoo!). &amp; i'm exempted from pe tomorrow! HAHA. but i think i'll just ask if i can do light exercise. otherwise i'll feel super unfit. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no running for me (: my chest had a sudden pain halfway through dance today. damn sad la. i hope it'll recover soon. jane sue asked me "how are your lungs?" HAHA. i almost died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL GO BATHE NOW &amp; SPARE YOU ALL THESE STINKY NONSENSE. WHOOHOO! I'M VERYY HIGHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i was doing (er. what's it called..?) some locking steps (i think it's something like a scoobot kick but not really a scoobot kick...?) &amp; hazel went "OMG! SO COOL! HOW DO YOU DO IT!!??" hahahahha. she's so cute la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-1908542387812610785?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/1908542387812610785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/1908542387812610785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/hurrayy.html' title='hurrayy!!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-8662006717431583368</id><published>2007-04-15T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:50:10.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live for the one you love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;A million stars light&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;This is not a night to die&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing and dance&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the sky&lt;br /&gt;I have such love to give&lt;br /&gt;To give!&lt;br /&gt;I want a chance to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;For the one I love&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;As no one has loved&lt;br /&gt;Give&lt;br /&gt;Asking nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free&lt;br /&gt;Free to find my way&lt;br /&gt;Free to have my say&lt;br /&gt;Free to see the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be&lt;br /&gt;Like I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Like a wild bird free&lt;br /&gt;With all of life in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;For the one I love&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;As no one has loved&lt;br /&gt;Give&lt;br /&gt;Asking nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this world tears us apart&lt;br /&gt;We're still together in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want the world to hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;And even if I have to die&lt;br /&gt;Love will not die&lt;br /&gt;Love will change the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;For the one I love&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;As no one has loved&lt;br /&gt;Give&lt;br /&gt;Asking nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll love until love wears me away&lt;br /&gt;I'll die and I know my love will stay&lt;br /&gt;And I know my love &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; stay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently &lt;3-ing this song. it's very passionate &amp; emotional, so if you haven't heard of it, go listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who are going for SW's musical, YOU ARE IN FOR A TREAT! DAMN FUNNY! HAHAHAHAHA. &amp; i'm very certain his fans will be extremely jealous. HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't make out what he was singing. i think he's sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. what's new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-8662006717431583368?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/8662006717431583368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/8662006717431583368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/live-for-one-you-love.html' title='live for the one you love.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-7727506656272222765</id><published>2007-04-14T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:49:43.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz.</title><content type='html'>i feel like dyinnggggg. it's like there's this nasty flu eating into my bones. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very tired. i don't want to go to school for the next week because i doubt i'll be able to withstand all those shit. oh. which reminds me. &lt;b&gt;i'm exempted from PE &amp; dancing until the 21st.&lt;/b&gt; haha. i find it seriously amusing. oh well. no PE for me for next week. but i'll have to endure my chest pain for dance. )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll really die halfway through monday's lesson. HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. am feeling very sick now. go away &amp; leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-7727506656272222765?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/7727506656272222765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/7727506656272222765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/zzz_14.html' title='zzz.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-3133827353837009508</id><published>2007-04-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:17:17.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clarification</title><content type='html'>for those few &lt;b&gt;shallow&lt;/b&gt; people, &lt;i&gt;we are not ishi's fans&lt;/i&gt;. standing at the front row during class &amp; talking to him doesn't justify as being obsessed &amp; going crazy over him. look, so we may be rather close with him &amp; everything else, but that's merely on a teacher-student basis, &amp; perhaps even in terms of say what, friendship? all the times we've went for his classes have only merely established a close relationship between him &amp; us. &amp; so what we always go for his class? YOU people always go for bryan's; are we saying anything about that? for your information, ishi isn't the only instructor we're close to. GET THAT STRAIGHT. if you're so good, go for all the instructors'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we're fans, we won't even be standing in front. have you ever heard of intimidation? have you any idea how a fan's mind works when he/she sees his/her idol? they wouldn't want to be embarrassing themselves in front of somebody they like, RIGHT? &lt;b&gt;stupid.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;, we do NOT keep a keen eye on him during class 24/7; what do you think we are - birds of prey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we're fans, we'll be treating him drinks/food/buying-him-random-stuff-just-for-the-sake-of-spending-money-on-him. HE wouldn't be the one treating us. i treated him 100plus because i promised to since he sends me videos every week. besides, he requested for one, &amp; i thought why not? i have PERFECT reasons to do so. those fans? they're just wasting money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we're fans, we wouldn't even have joined SW in the first place; we'll spend 15 moolahs per lesson just to see him. we pay &lt;b&gt;90 bucks per MONTH&lt;/b&gt; to attend dance lessons. that's different. get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;, just to get things straight, we are close not only to ishi, but to emilin, michael, yutaki, bessy, caleb &amp; bryan (for some of us, at least). we talk to them, we fool around in their classes (except for bessy, who doesn't teach, &amp; caleb, whose classes we can't attend unless it's the holidays), we stand in front during lessons, we take photos with them - we display every single trait we do for every ishi's lessons. so what now, we're THEIR fans? maybe only michael &amp; yutaki, but seriously, don't make my toes laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; one more thing, &lt;i&gt;"i think (insert name here) is the coolest girl"&lt;/i&gt;? HA. HA. HA. that just proves how insanely &lt;i&gt;narrow-minded&lt;/i&gt;, how extremely &lt;i&gt;shallow&lt;/i&gt;, &amp; how utterly &lt;i&gt;childish&lt;/i&gt; you behave. i'll admit, your friend dances well. this is a fact. but she's not the best, because if she is, she wouldn't even be here dancing with all the other amateurs. &amp;, oh c'mon, there's so many frigging members of SW, are you saying that she outshines EVERYBODY else? HAH. i laugh at your idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, you all are older than us. by one year, but you still are older. i would've thought you're more mentally matured than all of us, but i doubt so. &amp; just in case you all haven't noticed, you're behaving more like fans than WE are. &lt;b&gt;if you're not stupid, don't try &amp; act like a retard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOH. to think you're dancers. dancers learn from each other, &amp; not compete against one another &amp; think you're the best. learn some humility &amp; get rid of your silly pride. it's not going to get you anywhere &amp; anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-3133827353837009508?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/3133827353837009508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/3133827353837009508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/clarification.html' title='clarification'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-1303453626409922986</id><published>2007-04-12T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:17:21.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone.</title><content type='html'>i love rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i've come to realise&lt;br /&gt;that i've long since forgotten how to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems so whimsical&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i can't differentiate between reality &amp; fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want to run away with you &amp; watch the stars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-1303453626409922986?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/1303453626409922986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/1303453626409922986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/gone.html' title='gone.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-1739232948928094584</id><published>2007-04-10T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:41:11.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>i do NOT have to treat him bubble tea because the videos he sent me are spoilt. the pixels keep jumping &amp; i can't make out what he &amp; yn were doing. therefore his request is invalid. yay. saved $1.20, whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he so did not attempt to act cute (he pulled on my shirt's sleeve?! like wth. the rest were like, "go sell your shirt!!!"). &amp; he's ill again. )): he should learn how to take care of himself, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a better day. &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;"tomorrow will be even better".&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe. maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-1739232948928094584?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/1739232948928094584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/1739232948928094584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_10.html' title='(:'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-3891450018683770296</id><published>2007-04-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:13:12.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;an exterior so warm&lt;br /&gt;you would've thought it would melt the ice inside her&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i resisted the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back. for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-3891450018683770296?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/3891450018683770296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/3891450018683770296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_09.html' title='---'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-7160786895757852686</id><published>2007-04-07T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:43:12.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>pft.</title><content type='html'>you know, i never realised how important SW is to me until today. i &lt;b&gt;teared&lt;/b&gt; when she told me i couldn't leave early for SW's rehearsal. which made me lose all the incentive to dance. &amp; there i was thinking that if i can leave early, i'll dance my best for zaki's sake so that he won't nag at us &amp; everything else, &amp; that &lt;s&gt;hopefully&lt;/s&gt; i'll improve on what i have to before i leave for keck seng, along with proper blocking/spacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; fucking rehearsal &amp; sheila's gonna choreograph a helluva lot (even caleb said if i don't go i'll be missing out on a huge ton of stuff), &amp; &lt;b&gt;next sun = combined rehearsal&lt;/b&gt;, &amp; i know &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt;. not one fucking shit on what song she used/steps she choreographed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know the next few weeks are going to be extremely tiring &amp; i need to be focused until the 25th comes &amp; goes, but c'mon, i haven't been missing training (except for the time i had theory exam, but that couldn't be helped.), &amp; if i don't give a shit about SYF i wouldn't even have came for training today. fuck, i reached school at &lt;b&gt;730am&lt;/b&gt; when i only had to reach at 745. besides, i'm one of those who people who catch up relatively fast, &amp; i don't see &lt;b&gt;why&lt;/b&gt; i can't go for SW rehearsal today. i've already compromised by wanting to leave at 10, when the rehearsal starts at 1030, which means i'll be late for it. if i didn't want to be late, i could've jolly well requested to leave at 930, but did i? &lt;b&gt;fucking hell no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else thought i shouldn't have come today &amp; just go ahead with the rehearsal. tempted as i was &lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt; to do so, i didn't. because i really want that gold (with honours, if it be thy plan) &amp; i really want the whole dance to improve. &lt;b&gt;maybe&lt;/b&gt;, if she had allowed me to go for the rehearsal, i'll see myself improving. heck, i'll &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; myself improving. but as for today, i think i only remained stagnant at wherever i was left from last wednesday. fuck. maybe i even dropped. UGH. all i know was that i wasn't myself today. i couldn't move, &amp; i couldn't dance at all. i didn't even for one time &lt;b&gt;smile&lt;/b&gt;, which definitely isn't me when i'm dancing. fuck, ask all the SW people, they'll be my witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN LIKE, HELLO?! I GOT IN THROUGH AUDITION! do you know what it means to me, to be able to get a place in one of their productions which i auditioned for? competition wasn't very tough for jazz, but it wasn't very easy nonetheless. &amp; NOOOO I CAN'T GO FOR THEIR REHEARSALS UNTIL SYF'S OVER. i mean like, c'mon la. it's not as if i'm ditching SYF entirely for this production. &amp; it's not as if i haven't put in my effort for the past mondays/tuesdays/wednesdays. &amp; i can't help it if they put it on saturdays, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya sure, i'm &lt;i&gt;"sacrifi(cing) one-third of the time"&lt;/i&gt; for the rehearsal. but because of that, i'm sacrificing &lt;b&gt;my place in the production&lt;/b&gt;. ms wee's already taking up my mondays' time, &amp; i'm not even complaining. the amount of time she takes up can be equivalent to what, 3 hours? that's worth three times of that one-third. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. whatever. dance today was a disaster for me. that whole 3 hours plus was entirely rubbish. really, i lost all my incentive to perform today. &lt;b&gt;give me one reason why i should when there are people not even willing to dance right from the beginning we started on this item.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popping was sucky today. couldn't pop to save my life. bah. i can't imagine how life will be without SW. it's the only thing that keeps me going, seriously. saving grace: the SW shirt i bought. &lt;b&gt;if one day i ever decided to spite her, i'll wear it for dance trainings every saturday.&lt;/b&gt; mark my words, i'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. i'll rather pay the fine now. pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; AT LEAST, GET MY NAME RIGHT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-7160786895757852686?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/7160786895757852686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/7160786895757852686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/pft.html' title='pft.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-2199042489308540644</id><published>2007-04-06T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:53:18.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC01022.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_031.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_030.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC01023.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_029.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_026.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_016.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_017.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_018.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_020.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_M001.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_I007.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_I008.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_015.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_019.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_I009.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. SW yesterday was saving grace, really. it made me happy all over again(: VG was awesomely fun because we did domino-canon &amp; it turned out nice! though i still prefer the towel dance. &amp; we popped too(: yay. he's doing a lot more popping/locking now. hurhur. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he should include in house too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i got bullied again during his class. ZZZ. was just tightening my rubber band &amp; he had to see it &amp; follow suit (though in a slightly more gay fashion). BAH. then he did a step-ball-change ("ssss!!") &amp; we were just joking around with the sound effect he did &amp; he had to turn to me (ME?! wth.) &amp; said something along the lines of, "you know what i mean can already right!" bah. next time we adopt a serious manner &amp; don't joke around in his class, see how he'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it doesn't help that there was a fly in the studio that day &amp; it kept flying around me during warm-ups (where it suddenly flew straight to my face! ughh.) &amp; i had to keep avoiding it. )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video-ed his mon/tue/wed classes after VG. haha. yn had a hard time trying to recall mon/tue/wed nshh steps. HAHA. in the end his three videos were all so slipshod. i didn't go for his wed's mtv one but i still know his choreography! =D all four-eights, &amp; i was just sitting outside the studio watching the class. HAH. i rock. =D even he was like, "you sit outside only still can learn". mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told him to video his classes on his own so he won't have to keep recalling every thursday &amp; it saves us all the trouble too. hahaha. &amp; he was complaining, "but it'll be very weird right?" zzz. i think it's more convenient though, RIGHT YN? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. saw his fans outside after class. fa la la. at least i don't think they're the extremely despo kind, although they waited for him for his VG to end because one wanted to tell him something (i think..?). hmm. i should've went on monday): sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazz rehearsal on saturday!! 1030 - 1230ish! YAYY. although that means i have to leave early during zaki's, which will probably infuriate him (let's just pray that he won't be in a foul mood that morning), &amp; having to rush down to SW in like.. half an hour. i don't think it's possible. haha. oh well. already told caleb i'll be late for it, so hopefully i won't get thrashed by sheila/whoever's choreographing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-2199042489308540644?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/2199042489308540644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/2199042489308540644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/photos.html' title='photos!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-9120437657127569214</id><published>2007-04-05T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T17:35:32.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;the world plays the same sad song on repeat&lt;br /&gt;&amp; crimson tears fall from her heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-9120437657127569214?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/9120437657127569214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/9120437657127569214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='---'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-8066400635531372053</id><published>2007-04-03T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:28:46.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>zzz.</title><content type='html'>i think the fact that first three months are officially over &amp; you have to get your butt down to some serious studying isn't sinking in. i still feel like i'm in a holiday mood without a single intent of even touching the notes/books (except for Othello, which is an entirely different case) lest it spoils everything else nice. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the sitting arrangements for all my lectures (except for literature. then again, everything about lit is NICE). we're smacked right at the back for chemistry (&amp; i quote from mr kua "because you're supposed to be the best class" HAHAHA. i'm sure), all the way front for physics, &amp; math we're in the center but all the way to the back as well. pft. if we fail our tests, it's not our fault since we can't see anything during lectures to save our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i have a physics lecture test on thurs. i. am. so. screwed. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;yes, i haven't studied physics. &amp; we're going to be tested on the psychotic measurements shit which requires the study of &lt;b&gt;accuracy&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;precision&lt;/b&gt; &amp; all that stuff as well as &lt;b&gt;thermal physics&lt;/b&gt; which i'm sure no one understood. rah! i should've chose the arts stream.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO FRIGGING UPSET H1 LITERATURE STUDENTS DON'T GET TO GO CAMBRIDGE FOR THE LITERATURE TRIP! ))))): sighh. i knew i should've chose the arts stream. ): so at least i hope i get to go Cambridge for the science one. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, anyway, we didn't have any lunch breaks today. basically we had lectures/tutorials from 0935 onwards all the way till 1615 without a break. BEAT THAT, LOSERS! recess was at 0845 - WHO THE FREAKING HELL WILL WANT TO HAVE FOOD AT THAT TIME?! half of your body's still half asleep! (...) ben was nice cause he bought fries for the WHOLE class so we shared them during math lecture. i think mr sim (the sexy voice teacher, hurhurhur. i think he's damn cute la.) noticed us behaving weirdly, hehhhh. he's actually pretty cool! seems mild-mannered &amp; really nice, so i hope we won't disappoint him or anything. i hate disappointing teachers cause i'll get sad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's becoming emo. )): sigh. sometimes i wish people will stop putting on a facade &amp; just show the world out there who you truly are, &amp; not just conform to what the world expects of you - because it'll never be justified enough to demand from &amp; of you. &amp; isn't it just so much better to be yourself instead of a person someone else wants you to become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is weird. rah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-8066400635531372053?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/8066400635531372053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/8066400635531372053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/zzz.html' title='zzz.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-170171045682831939</id><published>2007-04-01T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:59:06.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAS ALERT !</title><content type='html'>HI MIN I JUST REALISED I CAN STILL DO THIS ?? omg so cool. hahaha. anyway just want to let you (and everyone who reads your blog) know that i miss you lots and we should really meet up soon ! i'm free on wednesdays, how about you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun in mj !! lovelove xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-170171045682831939?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/170171045682831939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/170171045682831939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-min-i-just-realised-i-can-still-do.html' title='MAS ALERT !'/><author><name>M.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OWYOo0llRsM/SMqmcNv_Y7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/begbFIfBnDc/S220/hayden-hayden-christensen-540834_313_400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-1107930948459976481</id><published>2007-03-31T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:56:55.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>rahh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i feel like a zombie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to dislike dance in school. i don't know, i just feel reluctant to slog my guts out in dance when i see some of us not even wanting to move their butts when they're on the dance floor. it's not like i'm not guilty of it, but hey, at least i know i tried my best for all the sessions. some days i might not be at my best, but i know i did. i still did. &amp; i know somewhere, somehow, i've improved, but a certain handful still remain stagnant at their current level, not progressing anywhere furthur, &amp; i think to myself why they even considered joining dance in the first place when they're not willing to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i joined, because i like dancing. i'm willing to even give up my studies to further in it. if someone would give me a chance to take dance professionally, &lt;b&gt;i will&lt;/b&gt;. gladly. i don't mind dedicating time to dancing, because the time i spend dancing is the time i feel truly happy. but when i see people without this similar passion, i just feel.. &lt;b&gt;drained&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it doesn't help that &lt;b&gt;when i get called out, some people start to get jealous because they aren't &amp; they'll start disliking me for the stupidest reason ever.&lt;/b&gt; i mean, there has to be a reason why sometimes i'm called out to perform, &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;? if you're feeling so insanely jealous over things like that, then you jolly well perform, exceed the choreographer's expectations of you, &amp; i'll gladly give you credit as well. otherwise, just shut up because i know, &amp; i'm convinced, that &lt;b&gt;i dance better&lt;/b&gt;. not the best, but definitely better than some of them out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss TKGdance a lot. at least i know the people there are truly passionate about it &amp; you'll just feel so much more happier dancing there because everyone's enjoying it for the same reason. it's quite sad &amp; it sucks entirely to see that there are people around you who claims that they have a love for dancing but their actions speak otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite glad i joined SW anyway. if not for it, i think i'll probably fall into bouts of sad emo-ness &amp; harbour thoughts of quitting dance &amp; join some other CCA. because i know the people there really love dancing, &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;, &amp; there's so much to learn from one another. &amp; it's there that i've met friends whom i can relate to, just because we all love the same thing. &amp; we perform not because we want recognition, but because &lt;b&gt;we love it&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; hell, whoever said a good dancer must be able to perform all styles, is &lt;b&gt;bullshit&lt;/b&gt;. i've never seen any dancers, professionals or not, excelling in ALL types of dances in the world. versatility is, of course, an added bonus, but bearing in mind that &lt;b&gt;no one's perfect&lt;/b&gt;, how can one possibly say that you have to perfect every dance in order for others to call you exceptionally good? these people are seriously, utterly shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i hate it when people who know nuts about dance, act as though they do &amp; start commenting on how lousy a performance is when it's so obviously not. i mean, grow up, get a life, broaden your horizons a little &amp; see for yourself how disgustingly sickening you are. &amp; it doesn't help when they're the ones who have the power to make you feel condemned &amp; lousy &amp; dejected. (&amp; no, this has nothing to do with MJ.) even i don't know everything there is to dancing, &amp; i don't go around throwing my weight. like, UGH shut up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-1107930948459976481?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/1107930948459976481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/1107930948459976481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/rahh.html' title='rahh.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-8562568292232960850</id><published>2007-03-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:01:43.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>pop lock house!</title><content type='html'>michael makes me high! hahaha (that just sounded wrong..) yeahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my popping was super sucky today. couldn't pop AT ALL (&amp; i mean, at all!), not even during warm ups. rah. i need more practice): GIVE ME MUSCLES, YO! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locking was better(: yay i love locking! I LOVE HOUSE! haha all of us did hop-steps before locking warm ups &amp; michael went "eh! wrong class, wrong class!!" hahaha. damn funny. all of us got high afterwards(x HOUSE IS COOL, YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just as a side note, HOUSE BY MICHAEL SIM (aka prince jack!) IS BACKKKKKK!! =DD at keck seng! whoohoo! i'm effing happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could get locking steps today! heh definitely much better than when i started out. all thanks to michael! =D &amp; after locking we were just sitting around talking to him about the musical &amp; whether there's a popping/locking/house audition for it, then suddenly he asked me, "did i call you out just now? no ah! aiya shit. how come i didn't? maybe i missed you out." WAH i'm so encouraged =DD hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think getting called out in class is a good form of recognition. lol. but too much of it is a bit annoying (ahem to the uncle). hahaha. |: he should call hannah out too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pe today. OMFG we ran four rounds in total. managed to complete them without stopping, so that's good (: although it resulted in me limping for the rest of the day until 1730-ish because my old knee injury acted up (again!) &amp; it affected my hip. ): i hope it doesn't act up on the musical itself. TKT IS DAMNNN ANNOYING ZOMG. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. oh, hafiza's transferred to my class! =D she changed subject combi. ahaha. tkt should do that too since he's so reluctant to be in Miranda (which is like the best house EVER) &amp; wants to go back to Phobos so badly. PUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to TK's sports day today!! haha cool shit =D cheerleading was.. alright. our years were muchos better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SUPER BROKE NOW &amp; I HAVE ZAKI'S TOMORROW. not like there's any link, but ZAKI!! WAH SHIT. i think i'm so going to die from 0800 - 1100. crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-8562568292232960850?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/8562568292232960850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/8562568292232960850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/pop-lock-house.html' title='pop lock house!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-2872974580036188727</id><published>2007-03-29T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:57:03.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>i got my bubble tea treat from him &amp; i'm super happy =D heh heh heh. he didn't look sick today, so that's good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. haven't got much to update, actually. towel dance for VG was awesomely fun (as usual), &amp; lhh was mediocre for me. wasn't able to dance as well as i could've since i was aching like mad all over from last night's jazz. hooboy. really very tired. maybe i should just stop SW for one week or something &amp; let my body recover, HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been alright so far. i'm really thankful for my CG because they're really fun people, which makes up for the quite stressful mugging atmosphere in MJ. i think if my class's full of nerds, i'll suffer from a mental breakdown sooner or later. so yes, thank You for blessing me with them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to StageImage after school with Roxanne (the RETARD!) to buy our &lt;i&gt;cheapo&lt;/i&gt; black canvas ballet shoes (which cost us nine bucks; note the irony.) for SYF. the foot thongs were still out of stock (BAH!) so i didn't get to purchase them. ): booo. mine's all black now &amp; i've only gotten them for less than a month. how saddening. at least we're not wearing them for SYF itself, although i'll much prefer them to shoes. i hate wearing shoes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't get lost at Bugis. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went around Bugis Junction after StageImage because roxanne wanted to find a cloth bag &amp; i was too early for making my way down to SW, so i decided to be nice (since when am i not? =D) &amp; accompany her. hahahaha. I SAW THIS BAG THAT'S FRIGGING NICE &amp; it's muchos cheaper than that Adidas/Zinc bag that i wanted, but i'm not very sure if i should get it. it'll be too impulsive ): but i really need a big bag now. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out with roxanne makes you feel extremely retarded. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to sleep now. &amp; i haven't filled in the overseas science form thing. CRAP. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-2872974580036188727?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/2872974580036188727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/2872974580036188727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_29.html' title='(:'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-6892079759662661763</id><published>2007-03-27T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:45:18.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>i got in!</title><content type='html'>YAY. i'm in jazz for SW's musical. WHOO! so's &lt;b&gt;nat&lt;/b&gt; &amp; i'm really really happy for us both (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as well as &lt;b&gt;jazreen&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;yiwen&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;joey&lt;/b&gt; who got into hiphop! =D YAY. &amp; for the rest who didn't get in, ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i think it's a bit unfair that daph didn't get in. i think they didn't want non-members to perform for SW. oh well. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for rehearsals &amp; everything =D i hope none clashes with SYF trainings/SYF itself. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;he promised to treat us bubble tea one day&lt;/b&gt; =D we'll hold him to his promise. mwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO GOING CAMBRIDGE FOR SCIENCE OVERSEAS ATTACHMENT. mj bluffed us; they said it'll be between june to august, which utterly misled me into thinking that i'll away gone for three months. but lo &amp; behold, it's a TWO WEEKS trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicely done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i hope i get selected for cambridge's. i r-e-a-l-l-y want to go for stuff like this! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope there'll be a literature one. though i expect i probably won't get it since i'm in science stream. roarr. reality sucks at time. (but i took lit for o's &amp; i got distinction for both my english &amp; lit! will they let me? |:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungryyy. bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-6892079759662661763?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/6892079759662661763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/6892079759662661763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-in_27.html' title='i got in!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-7265240205542916636</id><published>2007-03-25T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:38:58.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nervous!!</title><content type='html'>ignore the post before (which i deleted, anyway); i was just feeling emo &amp; didn't want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please send the emails soon; i'm getting nervous thinking about it. (please please please send one to me. even though the probability of me getting in is like, less than one percent.) RAH. maybe i should've went for the hiphop one as well - at least it (sorts of) doubles the chances of me getting in. HEH. guilt-stricken. shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't rub it in further by agreeing with my conscience.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nerve-wrecking nerve-wrecking nerve-wrecking. i think my sanity's about to break any minute now. TELL US THE NEWS SOON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got selected to participate in this overseas science programme! (((: &amp; i quote &amp; unquote &lt;i&gt;"This is a prestigious programme that is offered only to the &lt;b&gt;top tier&lt;/b&gt; of our student population."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah. i feel super honoured can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my parents allow (i know my mum will because SHE was the one who kept saying "if you want to go overseas, then try &amp; get scholarship lorhhhhh" but i don't know about my dad. he's the finance minister of the family), i'll be gone from june to august (&amp; MY GRADES CANNOT SLIP PRIOR TO THAT!) which means i won't be at SW for that period of time (i can't be THAT unlucky that i have to fly off on the 1st day of june, right?) &amp; i'll miss everybody! i bet my dance will de-prove too. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i still want to go. there's 3 programmes for me to choose from, all situated at UK/USA. damn cool! i want! =D teeheehee i'm excited thinking about it. please let me go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the &lt;b&gt;Cambridge&lt;/b&gt; one (: &lt;b&gt;Perimeter Institute&lt;/b&gt; sounds ultra cool (it's not too bad a school) but it's for &lt;i&gt;Young Physicists&lt;/i&gt;. N-A-H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;briefing's on the 27th which is a tuesday (&amp; 8 more months until my birthday) &amp; it starts at 1800. YAY. i won't have to dance so much for zaki's! =D &amp; i hope benji can go to the Cambridge one with me, then at least i'll have someone i know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want this. badly. like i want a part in the musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't got my one buck from him. i shy ah. don't dare to ask. hurhurhur. the only time i received coins from him was when i asked for &lt;b&gt;change&lt;/b&gt;. see, i'm not so evil to take advantage of him (yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, can he p-l-e-a-s-e stop coming up with cheesy partner work for vg? otherwise i swear i'll just go straight home after lhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMAIL EMAIL EMAIL EMAIL EMAIL EMAIL EMAIL EMAIL. i can go on forever. EEEAAAUUURRRGHHHHHHHHHH!!! -runs around in a frantic-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-7265240205542916636?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/7265240205542916636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/7265240205542916636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/nervous.html' title='nervous!!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-5975784920113642592</id><published>2007-03-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:45:25.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>=DDD</title><content type='html'>hi, i just reached home, bathed &amp; got refreshed, &amp; am eating my fifth meal of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep eating a lot nowadays, i don't know why ): &amp; i don't get fat, which is sad, because i've been skinny for seventeen years of my life &amp; i really want to see myself looking &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt; for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah! screw metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty cool. finally met my cg &amp; thank God they're fun =D lectures were utter bores (had to sit through &lt;b&gt;four&lt;/b&gt; lectures at one go &amp; i was nodding off during physics. at least i was slightly more awake during chemistry). at least tomorrow's a short day! will end school at 1205(: whooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i like my cg (: despite the fact that there's &lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; people whom i seriously have not much affection for, we're still pretty fun all in all. seriously, seriously praise God. but i still miss my ex-07s205 &amp; M3. ))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love temporary timetables. they give you so much breaks in between &amp; you can sleep for two hours straight. SRJ's even better; they get three to four hours break. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should've ponned school today. i couldn't concentrate AT ALL &amp; the only subject i actually did something in was chemistry (it rocks man). gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch with GM &amp; some of my cg people at whitesands today. that hongkong food place seriously rocks; the food is fabbbb so you all should go &amp; try it. third level =D &amp; you can pop by MJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to SW at 1730-ish &amp; did my chemistry tutorial (I'M SO STUDIOUS MWAHAHAHA!!). i feel so out of touch with it. sad. anyway SW woke me up. hahaha. after bryan's i was EXTREMELY tired &amp; i couldn't put in as much effort as i could for VG. but.. oh well. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS SHIRT WAS DRENCHED LIKE MAD! super gross. he bullied yn &amp; i today again (.....). i have seriously nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being incoherent. brain is very dead now, roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. i'll decide if i want to go for audition tomorrow when i actually reach keck seng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-5975784920113642592?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/5975784920113642592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/5975784920113642592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/ddd.html' title='=DDD'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-4877453902313744242</id><published>2007-03-21T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:55:08.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>MIR-MIR-MIRANDA!!</title><content type='html'>got news from yi feng that miranda got fourth for orientation (it is, no?). damn sad. at least we aren't last place (no more last place curse, whooo!) but.. ah, O2 mirandas suck like shit. not all of them, but they still suck like shit. yuck. house champions? we'll just have to pray as fervently as we can for a miracle to happen. (i'm serious. they're THIS dead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i don't want to blog about orientation 2. campfire preparation was fucked up (but thank you those who made an effort to participate) because we told them to reach atrium at 1430 but they were no where in sight even at 1600. all of us were super pissed off with them. &amp;.. AHH THANK GOODNESS I'M NOT IN MIRANDA 2! VS LOSERS ARE BLOODY PIECES OF SHIT! lousy no use fellas. bah i hate them. nerdy losers. no life, i tell you, NO LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was cool. haha. i was hoping it'll rain during campfire so we'll dance at the hall instead &amp; IT DID! it practically poured. then i was, "oh crap. no shelter. please don't rain when i make my way to keck seng." &amp; IT DIDN'T! wahh damn cool. praise God (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a small minor mishap during the performance but so did sarah. hahahahaha. omg damn funny. but.. oh well, it's over! I'M NOT GOING TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN NOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zul thought i was wan yee. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazz audition was today &amp; it was short. VERY short. sheila used the 'listen' choreo (I LIKE!!) &amp; told us to freestyle for about.. four-eights? ): i hate freestyle. eurgghhhh just did some random crap &amp; finished the thing. haha. nat &amp; daph went for the audition too! (: 'twas good to see them again =D caught up a bit about tkg &amp; stuff, yay. i miss tkg. hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;sorryyyy joey &amp; rest for pangseh-ing you all today ):&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get in! i'll rather do jazz than hh. =DD yay jazz rocks. anyway there was this guy (the only one for the audition) who was SUPER cool haha. i think he's wushu trained, &amp; he can do a midair side split &amp; touch his toes! omg damn cool! hahaha. was the only one who had cheering xDD emilin &amp; everyone else were cheering for him too hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO GOING FOR HER JAZZ CLASSES =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;b&gt;nat&lt;/b&gt; &amp; your &lt;b&gt;parents&lt;/b&gt; for sending me to tanah merah today (: sheila ended class late (as usual) so audition ended at about.. 2200? hahaha. didn't realise how hungry i was until my mum called &amp; continuously bugged me with questions like, "why aren't you home yet?! it's already so late!" "on the way home already?" "&lt;b&gt;have you eaten dinner&lt;/b&gt;?" )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy. &amp; i lost my temporary timetable. oh well. it's pretty useless anyway. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-4877453902313744242?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4877453902313744242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4877453902313744242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/mir-mir-miranda.html' title='MIR-MIR-MIRANDA!!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-5342293401745601589</id><published>2007-03-20T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:10:36.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>shagged!</title><content type='html'>OMG I'M SO EFFING TIRED &amp; I NEED TO REACH SCHOOL AT 0645 TOMORROW &amp; IT'S PAST 2200 AT NIGHT ON TUESDAY 20 MARCH 2007 WHAT AM I DOING?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, just needed to rant. M2 is giving me headaches (&lt;b&gt;SCREW YOU VS LOSERS!&lt;/b&gt;). here we are trying to hype you all up, &amp; there the fucking losers are not wanting to do so. more than half of M2 are already enthusiastic but nooooo the two bloody shitass victorians spoil everything. losers losers losers losers losers. i hope they will get ostracized from their og/cg because they SUCK OMGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf lah. i'm so not bothered with the two of them anymore. thank God for di xiang &amp; eugene tay (HOW MANY MORE EUGENES MUST I KNOW?!) &amp; qian wen &amp; grace &amp; audrey &amp; jason &amp; i-forgot-who-but-i-kind-of-remember-your-faces. roarrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A HAPPIER NOTE! =DD i got my miranda OGL shirt today, yay! (: sadly the font's haywired (walauuuu who chose that font?!) so my smiley is.. weird. &amp; it's facing the wrong way! ): damn sad ah. but the design &amp; everything else are still nice! kudos to eugene for the design (: nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i went to SW today! i miss that place ): it has such a nice, calming (&amp; insane) atmosphere it de-stresses me. i'm serious. SW rocks my TK socks! went there yesterday but only watched (&amp; I MANAGED TO LEARN THE STEPS WHEN I'M NOT EVEN IN THE STUDIO ITSELF HAHAHA I ROCK LAH! =DD) his class. today's steps were really nice! &amp; he said something about the-one-who-all-dislike-with-a-vengeance to bessy &amp; yn overheard (&amp; told me. hahaha). played all those super idiotic but DAMN funny games with him &amp; his face was like "walau" kind. HAHA. after class we recorded some videos (because he wants to? haha. i think.) SO I CAN ACT LIKE A FAN-GIRL AGAIN but i shall refrain from doing so. but.. sad ah, for one of them he blocked me): so i wasn't seen (DAYY-AMMMM) &amp; i was sad because i wanted to see how i look like. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think i look nicer doing jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway he was crazy today. jumped around, acted cute, &amp; went "yay!" at the end when we finished video-ing. hahahahaha. mad. &amp; we were laughing at yutaki during v-pop because yutaki was CRAZZZYYYYYYY ohmygoodness damn funny. he did "money makes the world go round" (i like!!) &amp; the steps were super hilarious. very amusing lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;.. yeah he was just being random when he came in. along with a super strong cigarette smell (which actually by now i should be getting used to but i thought it was stronger today). he was kind of surprised when he saw me (because i wasn't sure if i could come today so i said i might not go for lesson) but i told him i was attending. &amp; he was like "why you never tell me you're coming, then i'll continue the 'rain' one." --" like how am i supposed to tell him right. DOH. i don't even have his hp number &amp; i can't possibly predict the future &amp; send him email or anything (anyway i don't even have his email. --").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS PHONE IS SLOW ZOMGGGG. buy a new one! ))))): BUY SONY ERICSSON CAUSE IT ROCKS SO SO SO MUCH &amp; I'M USING ONE =DDD fa la la la la. so after class he was bluetooth-ing me the videos &amp; we were talking about nshh &amp; he told us he isn't using a slow song for tomorrow. yn &amp; i were like "we cannot go!!!" haha damn sad. I HAVE CAMPFIRE TOMORROW &amp; he went "aye! i want to go for campfire; i'll rather go for it lorh." LIKE SAI LAH WHY WOULD I WANT TO GO FOR CAMPFIRE WHEN I'LL HAVE A CHANCE TO PERFORM FOR SW RIGHT. zzzz. he's so full of shit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what else about SW i wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll go into details about O2 in the next entry (actually i'll rather do O1 next year) because i'm extremely exhausted &amp; i'm so bugged up about M2. i want my M3 people. ): &amp; thank goodness from what GM told me, my class seems to have fun &amp; enthu people. whooo! i need people like those from ex-07s205 because without them i'll probably die in MJ &amp; become a fully-fledged nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God i'm taking literature. literature saves my day anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took like an hour to type this out. haha JOEY IT'S YOUR FAULT because i'm msn-ing you while typing this. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I STILL WANT AN iMAC! DDD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-5342293401745601589?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/5342293401745601589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/5342293401745601589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/shagged.html' title='shagged!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-5696940268611165116</id><published>2007-03-18T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:50:46.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ssg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><title type='text'>loves &lt;33</title><content type='html'>just came back from ssg's gathering =D not everyone was present, but it was still fun! morning had piano then went down to eastpoint, but since i was extremely early, i went to bk for breakfast (i love bk breakfast). went up to SW at 1120 because i thought lixin's classes start at 12. haha. how retarded. in the end i sat outside &amp; watched pop jazz, which btw was really cute =D waited for joanna/von/yn while messaging joey (i can't believe you actually thought she's part of us!). hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lixin's hh was fun! =D but she did a lot of vertical crunches today. i think bryan's warm ups are super efficient - my abs aren't very painful, but i still feel them crunching none the least. (not forgetting &lt;b&gt;his&lt;/b&gt; warm ups on saturday. hahaha. he was super hiong at the beginning but after 2 or 3 eights his level dropped significantly xD) yeah but it was fun! &amp; i perspire albeit the class being an introductory one. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lixin claimed that we're his &amp; andy's fans. SO NOT CAN. &amp; she said we're stalkers. HAHA we so do not stalk them. what for anyway?! (anyway I AM NOT A SOUL FAN. hurhur.) there's a difference between students &amp; fans. must set the line clear. (: she shared something funny that happened to andy on last saturday. hahaha. i'm not at a liberty to type it out here. anyway lixin's a kungfu fighter! xDDD you have to be there to understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did a bit of house again today (LOL I MISS MICHAEL ON SATURDAYS!!) aww man. sad lah. &amp; we did arm wave! =DD haha bessy was standing outside looking like "wth?!" hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed down to dhoby ghaut to meet the remaining members of ssg! =DDD i'll keep this short because i'm tired &amp; i have to wake up at 0500 tomorrow just to reach school at 0645. bah damn sai. i'm not going to be an ogl for o1 next year. no way man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo. in a nutshell. swensen's was fun. was my third meal of the day hahahahha. then we went to arcade but stopped by the TMNT banner outside GV &amp; took a lot of stupid photos. ohmygoodness it was super hilarious. we tried to get the stitch toy from the machine but it kept falling off! ): so sad. he doesn't like us )))): sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played the basketball game thing &amp; yiwen's ring dropped into it. hahaha. i had to retrieve it with von's octopus thing. she's seriously power man, i have no idea how her ring managed to slide all the way over the other side &amp; got stuck. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went around walking (NIKE HAD THIS JACKET ZOMMGGG DAMN NICE I'M SO GOING TO BUY IT. but it costs like $124.95! zzz. i want to borrow money from bryan HAHAHA), found pants, &amp; talked more about SW. then after that we went home. was super sleepy so i slept in the train. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice long chat about what we're going to do on wednesday if the person whom we all know comes. lalala. i hope i can go!! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm eating my fourth meal of the day, hahahaha. will have to sleep soon, so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-5696940268611165116?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/5696940268611165116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/5696940268611165116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/loves-33.html' title='loves &lt;33'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-9181870469780137280</id><published>2007-03-17T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:56:23.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>today is a SW-orientated day, so i shall blog a lot about it. wordy post ahead, read at your own peril (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. let's start with the morning, shall we? (: woke up with arms aching everywhere (ohmygoodness) &amp; after breakfast &amp; all that jazz, headed down to SW. was the first one to arrive for hiphop (i'm such a studious kid =D) &amp; saw all the SW dancers who were supposed to perform there (except for emilin). cool shiz! heh heh. so i sat down &amp; watched &amp; waited for yn at the same time. (money makes the world go round is cool, yo!) hahaha. i reached at 12! imagine what time they had to be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryan was complaining about this taxi driver during their break (omg damn funny). cause he was running late &amp; everything for the practice so he took a taxi down to keck seng, &amp; he told the driver to drive faster, but the driver either didn't reply or didn't speed up when he did. yeah. so he was pissed off (as usual lah!) so he repeated it again, &amp; i think the driver didn't hear it either. hahaha. so he said it again &amp; the uncle asked him &lt;b&gt;if he knew how to speak mandarin&lt;/b&gt;. hahaha oh my goodness how annoying. hahahaha. his expression was priceless mann. afterwards they got into a jam then the driver &lt;b&gt;laughed&lt;/b&gt;. HAHA. which made him even more annoyed hahahaha. "you see jam you will feel very fan (frustrated) right, he see jam he still "hurhurhur" wor!" HAHA oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the driver asked him if he was going to work, to which bryan replied the obvious. &amp; the driver said to him (in chinese, of course), "other people finish work, you still have to go to work ah, &lt;b&gt;hurhurhur&lt;/b&gt;." HAHA bryan was super annoyed &amp; he replied, "uncle, i don't work in office one. &lt;b&gt;very funny meh&lt;/b&gt;." HAHA. &amp; the drive kept quiet after that =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like that. hahaha when he told us it was so damn funny lah, you need to be there man, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that he was complaining again haha. he was feeling sian-ed or something &amp; he was telling me so i asked him why. then he said "cause this one i just learn one leh!" &amp; he had to perform it on the same day! wahh. he was perspiring all over &amp; he was still wearing his jacket. omg i feel hot for him. he slept at 4 this morning! more like half-conscious &amp; he didn't hear his alarm go off. sheila had to call him &amp; wake him up cause he was late, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. damn funny lah. after that yn &amp; i went to stand outside the second studio &amp; watch michael &amp; the rest of the guys practice their item. caleb's expressions were super funny! &amp; he almost banged the wall (hahahahaha frankenstein. loll). there was one part where he had to freestyle (somewhat) &amp; he was standing right in front, right in front of the two of us &amp; he did a funny face &amp; IT WAS SCARY LAH hahah wth! michael was being crazy as usual hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he (i refuse to type his name out lest my blog be listed under the search for googling his name) came in looking emo (haha i'm serious). but before his class started (oh anyway, he took THREE classes consecutively. haha power. if i were him i'll probably die!) he was dancing to his choreography for fusion hh (JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE, YO!) &amp; we went to ask him what he was going to do for hh, &amp; he said "wo bu dong!" &amp; appeared happy about it. hahah retard. i think he choreographed his hh one on the spot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yn, yanli &amp; i were sitting at the side waiting for his class to start, &amp; the JT song was playing (TAKE IT FROM HERE! quite old, but very nice =DD i &lt;3 JT!) &amp; he was singing it to us. haha every time he does that i'll cup my ears. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. yes. he was being super hyper during hh. it kind of died down after that one hour, but anywho, during warm-ups, he was just.. mad. hahaha. he told us to hold this step cause he wanted to change the volume of the speakers &amp; he practically &lt;b&gt;skipped&lt;/b&gt; from the center to the control. ohmygoodness i almost fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; after that he &lt;b&gt;brisk-walked&lt;/b&gt; (with the actions &amp; everything else) from one side to the other because he needed to make sure everyone can see (WHY DOESN'T HE DO THAT FOR NSHH?!) &amp; it was seriously so, so retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called out 5 people for hh! (: &amp; almost all of us know each other =D yn got called out! HAHAHA yay. his steps were o-kay today; did two body waves so i like =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bullied me during fusion! ): pfft. we couldn't really catch the steps because he didn't exactly count to beats but to the rhythm (again....) so we were "arghhhhh!!" then he was looking at me &amp; saying, "so who said slow song easier to dance to?!" roar! i didn't say that what! i just commented on his choreography always lacking slow songs. )): &amp; after he finished teaching the entire choreography &amp; was going to go through with us to the song, he suddenly turned around &amp; said, "you better remember ah! i'm copying you." WALAUU guai lan can. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pft. scorpio &amp; sagittarius seriously don't mix together. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm so going badger him for a birthday present. one week after his leh! must get something from him. hurhurhur. i'm kidding lah okay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of milking! milk milk milk hahaha. &lt;s&gt;where's the cow?&lt;/s&gt; was fun lah, just felt weird doing fusion, hoho. &amp; so you've guessed it, didn't get called out! =DD all of us couldn't make it lahhh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then! hahaha to yn first =D she wanted to buy iced lemon tea from the vending machine but she didn't have coins, so i suggested asking him for money (he was next to us anyway, so wth right? lol.) so she did. damn funny lah hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yn: (insert name here), you mei you yi kuai? (do you have one dollar?)&lt;br /&gt;him: na! -gave her the coins-&lt;br /&gt;yn: xie xie. (thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;him: guai! (good girl!)&lt;br /&gt;-i laughed at her at this point hahaha-&lt;br /&gt;him: ni lai shang wo de duo yi dian, wo gei ni duo ji kuai. (you come for more of my lessons, i give you more coins.) (wahh he's so nice. haha. i also want.)&lt;br /&gt;yn: i everyday go for your lessons one!&lt;br /&gt;him: ya hoh. next time you see this move then "eh i do this before!" maybe next time the whole dance repeat one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. super funny lah. he has so much coins! he bought a root beer for hh, green tea for fusion, &amp; lemon tea for freestyle. tskk. so much chemically-processed drinks in his stomach. UNHEALTHY, YO! tea kills sperms (HAHA i love telling that to guys). i was telling yn the thesis why he has so many coins. hahahahaha. it makes sense can. i swear he can buy all of us one cup of bubble tea with the coins he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OHMYGOODNESS I'VE TYPED SO LONG &amp; IT'S SO WORDY I CAN'T STAND IT LAHHHH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dim sum after that class =DD wheeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to bugis to watch the guys performance! but it ended when we JUST reached bugis, dammit! sad ah. hahaha but at least we've already watched how it's supposed to be ((: suman forgot his steps, but it wasn't very obvious, so it isn't too bad (: haha. attempted to help distribute flyers for SW but gave up in the end (I.HATE.DISTRIBUTING.FLYERS.EEEYERRR!) so i dumped everything on von hahahaha. xDD saw ching ying there too! hahaha (: then we watched MICHAEL PERFORM POPPING! (: prince jack! =D yay. our shifu! so proud of him lah. haha but he looked kind of sian today, i don't know why. the heat, probably. haha. YES YES anyway we finally remembered to play the dumb dumb game on him! (plus suman &amp; this other guy i forgot what's his name, HEH.) he's 80%, &amp; so's suman! but suman was terribly annoying, wth. go &amp; take law or something. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw yutaki there too! was very disturbed by his sunglasses (cannot see his eyes AT ALL. only can see our reflections |:). he was supporting his school (YISHUN PRIMARY!) which got third for the primary school category! whee so proud (: hahaha. (anyway he won fresh-faced bachelor. =D at least he won something!) then joanna &amp; yiling &amp; i went inside bugis junction to give flyers (parents are nice!) &amp; we walked to seiyu with one purpose in mind but i shan't type it here. didn't manage it in the end, so we went out. von called &amp; said they got caught distributing the flyers (they weren't allowed or something. hm.) so we went back down to macs. then i forgot what happened. i remembered i stoned for very long. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! JEFFREY TAN WAS THERE! omg i love jeffrey tan (even though he's supposedly gay &amp; everything else but his muscles are swoon-worthy. &amp; he is so inspiring!) it's been eons since i've last saw him. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want carol's (cheong) camera. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an utterly bimbotic moment before we left (so embarrassing). i thought i lost my wallet so i was searching for it in my bag (michael helped too, so nice =D) but it wasn't there, &amp; neither was it in my pockets. then i forgot who saw it on the other table where suman was sitting! wahh. thank God, man! (: otherwise i'll really be dead. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we left, we walked to seiyu again (hahaha) &amp; joanna did what she wanted to do. whoo! (: i love my gang. we so totally pwned them lah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was basically today! my fingers are aching now, bah. i shall go for jazz classes on wednesdays now (: I'M SORRY YUTAKI, but i'll rather go for jazz, haha. i'll miss choon hui, definitely. ))): she is so frigging cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire starts at 1805! you think i have time to rush down to keck seng for the audition? )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-9181870469780137280?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/9181870469780137280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/9181870469780137280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-2233279472396185715</id><published>2007-03-16T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:02:49.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><title type='text'>achyy.</title><content type='html'>my arms are super tired; the results of &lt;b&gt;not going for popping classes for ages!&lt;/b&gt; &amp; we should do voodoo on him because his choreography was nice today &amp; we didn't go for his class! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you scorpios are mean people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad SW moved house (the dance style, not the thing you live in) from Eastpoint to Keck Seng, &amp; i'm even more saddened that michael isn't teaching it but yutaki is (then you'll see a muscular skinny man jumping around). we did a bit of house after locking today (suddenly i feel emo) &amp; i &lt;b&gt;seriously&lt;/b&gt; am going to miss those saturdays we spent burning up a lot of our calories then gaining them back afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired from all that popping/locking/prancing around. heh. dim sum afterwards was fabulousness. YIWEN we should make it a point to have a dim sum date one day =D CRYSTAL JADE, YO! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling emo now lah, go away. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-2233279472396185715?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/2233279472396185715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/2233279472396185715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/achyy.html' title='achyy.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-8936510069678296719</id><published>2007-03-15T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:59:22.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><title type='text'>meano!</title><content type='html'>scorpios are mean people ): especially him. ): bullied me today. horrible, horrible man. if not for the fact that he's an instructor + he's MUCH older than me (actually just 9 years older, like my brother) + he's a November baby, i'll probably ignore him for pretty much the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;him: "you! do with me!"&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;b&gt;"i don't want to do with you!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: -stared menacingly at me- "it's supposed to go 5, 6, 7, 8." &amp; proceeded to do the step.&lt;br /&gt;me: laughed like mad &amp; didn't do the step.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA omg lah it was seriously so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his steps had VERY good potential of making fun of (hahaha). was super high in class &amp; it was fun! (: bryan was being gay (as usual) with the song &amp;.. yeah, was just being gay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bryan: what you doing? accounting ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: chemistry...&lt;br /&gt;bryan: accounting like very hard hoh?&lt;br /&gt;me: CHEMISTRY!&lt;br /&gt;bryan: oh! that one don't ask me. my science only got B3 one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAUU. gay gay gay. deaf, probably. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes i love studio wu. it so totally rocks =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't go for SW's jazz audition! initially i thought i can pon campfire &amp; go for it, then i realise I'M SUPPOSED TO PERFORM FOR CAMPFIRE (which by now i still have no idea what we're wearing.) so i really can't go! unless campfire starts before 8.45pm so after the whole performance (which is going to be so, so retarded &amp; very embarrassing.) i can just rush off &amp; skip the entire skit section. hohoho. yeah maybe i should do that provided i can do it. (&amp; it's not as if qahhar'll care. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to perform for SW! please, please, please let the choreography be not-that-difficult. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going to give him potassium hydroxide containing shampoo!! =DD hahahah. he just scolded us (or i think only me) siao today. NOW YOU KNOW WHY I EXIST IN THAT GANG! =DD wheeeeeee hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. i'm very high now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop blogging about SW because apparently majority of my tags are about it. hohoho. i'm glad i joined SW (: yayy! (&amp; NO I'M NOT A FAN-GIRL. neither am i a bimbo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally random note, I HAVE MASTERED THE ART OF SELF-HIGH(all thanks to SW =D)! now to showcase it during orientation2. wheee! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-8936510069678296719?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/8936510069678296719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/8936510069678296719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/meano.html' title='meano!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-2176141297657231815</id><published>2007-03-15T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T10:38:15.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INVADER ALERT!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi, blog-fans of Pek Limin! Hey, &lt;strong&gt;Min&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind me invading :X It's been eons since we invaded each other's blogs! Hahahahaha (: Well, I'm just here to say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's funny. I'm really sure I had something to say ... Must have slipped out the backdoor :X Ack. Aw, heck. YOU PEOPLE MUST TREASURE &lt;strong&gt;MINNIE&lt;/strong&gt; OKAY?! (: Good friends are hard to come by! Love ya, &lt;b&gt;Min&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; bless! Keep on rockin' and hop-in'! Hahahahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryn, xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-2176141297657231815?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/2176141297657231815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/2176141297657231815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/invader-alert.html' title='INVADER ALERT!!!'/><author><name>ERYN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245692801348363862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-7091525048864308314</id><published>2007-03-15T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:03:15.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><title type='text'>hoooohhh!!</title><content type='html'>yesterday's post was rubbish. hahahaha was sleepy so you can't blame me much. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i'm ponning ogl dance. shhhh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i shall act like a fan-girl for today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;OMGG!!! you know i have a video with ISHI leh! ishii! OMG OMG OMG(: so cool lah can. can get to dance with him &amp; have it captured. =DDD so happy lahh! i mean, it's ISHI LEHH!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just sounded bimbotic. NEVER MIND! (anyway the video thingy was like the ONLY thing i can brag about mwahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY NEED TO REVAMP MY ROOM! ): i want it parquet-ed so i can do pirouttes &amp; all those random turns without fearing my skin gets burned off (dammmn sick. i tell you, dancers have ugly feet). &amp; long mirrors from IKEA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, roxanne + amanda + kat + michelle &amp; i went to ikea after zaki's on monday (was it monday? yeah, should be.) &amp; we had fun walking around &amp; doing random stuff (like roxanne sitting in the cart acting like a 3 year old) &amp; ooh-ing &amp; ahh-ing (nah we didn't. but you need to exaggerate facts a little at times) at some of the very very cool furniture there. &amp; THEIR MEATBALLS ARE NICE =DD heeheeheee. yeah but i had to rush off after a while because of SW (it was him &amp; BRYAN. =D) &amp; i took a cab &amp; wasted 8 dollars on it. -cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: i love mj dancers. we so rock man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esplanade had this dance workshop thing WHICH I HAD NO IDEA ABOUT otherwise i would've went. provided my mum allows it in the first place. &amp; YES I WILL GET IN THE AUDITION! (it's good to keep an optimistic mind, you know.) (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh yesterday during hh he was doing a &lt;s&gt;roll&lt;/s&gt; twirl. HAHA. omg damn funny. he always calls it a roll (&amp; everytime he says that we'll be tempted to roll on the floor) then we were laughing &amp; he was like "you do a ro- NO, twirl!" &amp; went muttering "you all bully me" when he went to turn on the speakers. haha look who's talking. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he &lt;s&gt;sweats&lt;/s&gt; perspires a lot lah! sickkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the shake song didn't load )): roarrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. shall go sleep more hurhurhur. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-7091525048864308314?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/7091525048864308314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/7091525048864308314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/hoooohhh.html' title='hoooohhh!!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-4919023910405320737</id><published>2007-03-14T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:59:18.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:210%;"&gt;HELLO, MY NAME IS LIMIN &amp; I LOVE STUDIO WU! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy happy happy. i don't know why. hahahahahahahahahahaha. cue michael's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW IS AUDITIONING FOR THEIR MUSICAL! i want =DD but i can't go for their jazz audition BECAUSE OF CAMPFIRE! ): sad. so maybe i'll go try out their hiphop audition. i prayyy i'll get in (screw syf then.) because i seriously want to perform for SW. just once &amp; i'll die happy. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least for a professional dance group then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i am very shagged now &amp; i have no idea why. was my first time in nshh after so long &amp; it was.. okay lah. was trying to catch the rhythm (which had no pattern whatsoever) along with his steps so i wasn't very high. he called me out again but i swear he didn't even look at us once. really. he should call yn out cause SHE CAN DANCE TOO but N-O-O-O he calls me. (....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. we reached keck seng quite early today. &amp; we played the dumb dumb game on caleb &amp; janet! HAHA. he's 100% dumb (hahaha) &amp; she's 60%! (all these figures do not represent their actual intellectual capacity; the game is merely for a tease. no offense meant!) funny stuff hahaha. ishi's 60% but he could've become 80% if not for bessy's help. sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't tried it on bryan/yutaki/emilin/michael yet. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. we went inside the studio with about fifteen minutes before class starts &amp; took photos, &amp; watched him struggle (HEH) to catch the rhythm &amp; stuff. then after that THE WHOLE CLASS came in &amp; it was noisy &amp; we saw (although i wasn't very sure) that he wasn't very happy. so we went out again haha. |: better not incur his wrath (i haven't seen him angry yet, though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i don't think he looked at us (as in our gang lah) throughout the entire class but he called me out (HE SHOULD CALL YUNNING. REALLY!) &amp; i was "..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't very high during nshh. hannah was telling me his mood seemed to be fluctuating so she didn't dare to get high. wasn't really noticing because HIS STEPS DIDN'T HAVE COUNTS! so i was trying to remember the rhythm of the song. HIPHOP WAS FUNNN =D yeah got high then haha. (i think michael's insanity resides in that studio; everytime we're there we'll go extremely high. i don't know why!) &amp; his choreography was nice (: i like! more than the rain one mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm bias. sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fans came. fa la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what else i wanted to blog about. yeah. tired. my mind's switching off now &amp; i have to reach school at a VERY unearthly hour tomorrow. i still feel extremely cheated lah! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRYAN TOMORROWWWWWW. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-4919023910405320737?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4919023910405320737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4919023910405320737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-4991051472536624738</id><published>2007-03-14T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:23:25.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;(i think i've gotten over my ogl thing. oh what the heck. please let o2 be fun shit.)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yes, photos. hallelujah! photobucket isn't retarded for once. everybody say yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;CLEO Bachelor Event&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_Y006.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_G003.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_G004.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_Y001.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_Y004.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_Y003.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_Y005.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_009.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_010.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_011.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;After VG on Thursday (080307)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_013.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_012.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_008.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_G002.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random SW stuff + Bryan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_003.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00884.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taken today (130307)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00901.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00918.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00919.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00920.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00915.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Picture of the Month&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00916.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the last photo of him. so candid (: damn funny. &amp; i always look like shit when standing next to bryan. seriously. &amp; if you really notice it, bryan's eating bubble tea pearls. haha. some black sticky stuff on his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like his emo photos (&amp; no, he wasn't being emo, just thinking of steps). damn nice right! i think so too =D DO NOT STEAL. thank you. copyrighted LIMIN &amp; CYBERSHOT (i love my phone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos of school should be up soon. heh heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-4991051472536624738?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4991051472536624738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4991051472536624738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/photos.html' title='photos!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-6210479773949396936</id><published>2007-03-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:02:30.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>WTFFF.</title><content type='html'>omg i'm super upset. my og got changed from miranda 3 to miranda 2, &amp; the extremely unfair part about it is that ALL THE EX-MIRANDA 3 OGLS ARE STAYING &amp; I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO GOT MOVED! &amp; genevieve's taking over my place inside it. like, wtf lah. all the m3 ogls got so bonded &amp; now you're telling me to get out of it when i don't even know who the hell most of them are in m2 (except for qahhar, but just leave him alone for now). dammit. i'm so pissed off with the councilors now i doubt i'll do as great as i think i will for orientation 2. fuckkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. school is a piece of crap. despite getting our ogl shirts &amp; everything, it still is a piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; msn's being a bitch, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate big classes, i hate big classes, i hate big classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a bad mood now, go away &amp; leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-6210479773949396936?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/6210479773949396936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/6210479773949396936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/wtfff.html' title='WTFFF.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-4721005450427881361</id><published>2007-03-12T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:03:05.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revamp'/><title type='text'>revamp-ed!</title><content type='html'>yay i'm done with my template. i think i'm just going to use other people's ones from now it. it's getting so tedious trying to get everything aligned &amp; what's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i've got myself a cbox so you people can tag without complaining "haloscan is so troublesome!" because there ain't no haloscan no more! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. have to get ready for school now. sadistic. who on earth suggested mass dance training?! at least i don't have to go, although comparing it with ZAKI'S TRAINING FROM HELL, i'll rather go for mass dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. CRAP. i don't know what i'm rambling on about. i should leave now &amp; spare you all with this nonsense. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGL SHIRT OGL SHIRT OGL SHIRT! (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-4721005450427881361?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4721005450427881361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4721005450427881361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/revamp-ed.html' title='revamp-ed!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-4719956630975122268</id><published>2007-03-10T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:57:52.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>teeheehee.</title><content type='html'>okay yes, so much for a revamp. sorry but you're gonna have to bear with it until my creative juices start flowing, because right now, they're extremely stagnant &amp; refusing to move at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a-n-y-w-a-y! days have been pretty much eventful. pae had officially ended (&amp; i'm missing people like jonathan/weekee/kwanloong despite being very very annoyed with them for quite a bit at times) &amp; jae has begun. 6th was posting day, 7th was reporting-back-to-the-institution-that-you-were-posted-to day. had to reach school at 0700 for both 7th &amp; the 8th (because i'm an OGL hahaha.) which made me pretty cranky but oh what the hell. so basically those two days were briefings/briefings/more briefings but thank goodness i can get to cheer!! YAY. beats sitting down on the floor rotting your bum off. yeah yeah. got extremely bored during the talks because they were EXACTLY (okay, not exactly per se, but they were mostly the same mundane talks we endured through for pae.) what we listened to before. oh spare us. wanted to pon initially but somehow we didn't. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. what else. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we learnt 3 more MJ cheers! haha. was super funny because hafiy was being retarded (as usual) &amp; was called up to lead. hahahaha. i should've taken a video of it man. &amp; i was in desperate need to pee when the councilors taught us so basically i wasn't in much mood. but hafiy saves the day! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what else we did for the 7th. hahaha. we did our Miranda placards &amp; identities on the 8th (because we ended school earllllyyyy!!! &amp; the non-pae guys had to go for compulsory choir auditions HAHAHAHA.) &amp; hahaha it was so damn funny. i helped with making of the identities at first but i got damn sick of it so i popped by those people doing the placards (i think they rock. they touched up everything so damn well =DD whee i love you all!) &amp; tried to find something else to do but sadly there wasn't anything. eugene was graffiti-ing on extra bits of paper so i watched &amp; drew my Voodoo (I LOST MY VOODOO!!! i'm damn sad lah don't talk to me about it.) which benjamin promptly said it's a turtle. wth. it doesn't look like a turtle ): whole day bully people. (he kept rocking back &amp; forth during jae talks &amp; we were sitting down on the floor! &amp; kept knocking into me !@#$%^&amp;*) and thennnn. i forgot what else we did hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we finished everything we just sat down and talked random crap hahahaha. le zung is FRIGGING ANNOYING OMGGG. victoria shit. HAHAHA (pun intended, but i shan't tell you why =D). hariz came back with his transfer form &amp; he was jumping all over loll. eugene &lt;s&gt;ran&lt;/s&gt; sprinted around the track in a minute &amp; forty-six seconds (FREAK!) &amp; qahhar + hafiy + hariz were ostracizing me because they kept talking in malay. roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH! le zung (&amp; this other guy) broke this bamboo pole (you know the ones you use to hang your clothes?) (but let's just put all the blame on le zung, for easy reference haha) and leon (i think it was leon, i'm not too sure) tied the broken pieces together &amp; made a (oh crap i forgot what's the name) nachuka (you know the jay chou song? shuang jie gun. haha yeahhhh) out of them. HAHA wth. then the guys attempted to swing them around. omg lah damn retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(do you notice all the stupid pointless lame stuff are done by guys? i rest my case.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes that was basically what happened for the admin days of Vincitore II. hahaa. wheee i can't wait for O2. &amp; mr yeow is so funny! "the OGLs will now teach you the Meridian &lt;b&gt;Melody&lt;/b&gt;-" "Medley!" "got a problem with that is it?!" HAHAH wthhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yay we're getting our OGL shirts on Monday! or so mr yeow says. ((: i'm not so sure when i'll be getting my Miranda OGL shirt though - that'll have to ask qahhar. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. studio wu on wednesday was nothing much. haha. yutaki continued his jay chou mtv &amp; i refused to go (weird steps weird steps weird instructor weird steps. enough said.) so i only went for his street jazz &amp; choon hui's pop jazz after his mtv. hahaha. choon hui is so petite &amp; cute &amp; i like her voice =DD hahaha. she's so cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised her i'm going for her pop jazz next wednesday but i realised i'm going keck seng then. (yes yes i miss ishi's new school &amp; hiphop...) oh man ): then the subsequent wednesday = no studio wu again because it'll be campfire day. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was funnnn =DD i reached there v-e-r-y early because yn wanted to study chemistry haha. but i decided to pangseh her &amp; talk to bryan instead =D haha. he treated us to ben &amp; jerry's! chunky monkey =D he got very high while eating it (because of all the SUGARRR) &amp; kept dancing at the counter. hahaha. this kid came in with his mother &amp; signed up for Wu Kidz (i told them i wanted to join &amp; bryan was like "you how old already.." ): evil piece of shit.) &amp; omg he's so cute. hahaha. &amp; he wasn't very shy! he said "hi" to us &amp; waved too! but i think he was traumatized by bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryan continued his lhh steps &amp; it.was.so.frigging.cool. =DD i love lhh it rocks man. then it was vg next &amp; we weren't exactly very high hahah. his steps were too decent to make fun off )): sad. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took photos with him as a group. haha. &amp; we took a lot (okay not a lot. but we did!) of random photos of him because we wanted to help him with his "personal video reel" thing as stated by himself &amp; it was so amusing. LOL. fiona had this photo of him looking like stitch (from that disney movie) &amp; there was this photo of him looking like his trusty animal friend (which shall remain confidential &amp; undisclosed) taken by i-forgot-who. hahaha. damn funny lah i haven't sent him the photos yet. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he knows my name! ): sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. today (saturday) was HOUSE which is tentatively the last session at eastpoint (they said they might be moving it to keck seng &amp; popping/locking over to eastpoint. SAD I DON'T WANTTTT!) &amp; omg it was damn tiring. fun, nonetheless, but i died. ): that's what you get for not attending house for so damned long. after which von/yn/hann &amp; i went bk for lunch (: then we went down to VIVO to support yutaki in the CLEO bachelor event but by the time we reached there the whole event was over ): sad. took photos with him (FINALLY!) &amp; i swear it's the nicest photo i've taken with any other studio wu people ever. seriously. haha. had a group photo with him &amp; we got him to do a funny face too! =DDD hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he left &amp; we went walking around vivo/dhoby ghaut xchange &amp; went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now my legs are aching &amp; my ankles hurt. i think i might have to stop dancing for a while just to let my ankles rest. sad. must be pe's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; OMG NOOOO WHY WHY WHY IS HE GOING TO TEACH SW TOO!? ))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS NEXT POST LAH! ain't in the mood to upload them yet hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; screw piano theory. made me memorize all the italian movements like shit &amp; all the stupid paper gave us was ALLEGRETTO. go &amp; die you pervertic london ABRSM people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-4719956630975122268?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4719956630975122268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/4719956630975122268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/teeheehee.html' title='teeheehee.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-1737761219568502965</id><published>2007-03-06T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T09:15:32.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><title type='text'>REVAMPPPPP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:260%;"&gt;THIS BLOG IS IN NEED OF A REVAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO IT'S HIATUS UNTIL THEN! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I got posted to MJ! wheeeeeeeeeee(: ORIENTATION 2, HERE I COME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-1737761219568502965?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/1737761219568502965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/1737761219568502965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/revamppppp.html' title='REVAMPPPPP.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-3863261286550754471</id><published>2007-03-04T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:19:24.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeehahaha.</title><content type='html'>MMM trials yesterday were tiring - hell, tiring doesn't cut it close. from our first station to our second station, we walked a wrong route &amp; ended up going back to the first station &amp; walking the other direction. omg so retarded. so we practically wasted an hour searching for it (we had to walk from somerset to chinatown. kill us, man!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of treasure hunts. boring shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i saw my miranda eyecandy, ho ho ho. he was game i/c so by right i shouldn't have that coincidental chance of spotting him, but as luck has it, he went around kaypoh-ing, so yay =D (&amp; no, he wasn't supposed to be my game i/c.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dammit, the weather was so terribly scorching &amp; we weren't allowed to be in our pe attire. (!@#$%^&amp;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brian is annoying. bah. i think i got stupider (he kept hitting my head wtf). stupid shorter-than-me person. shan't teach him dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. wasn't in the mood to go shopping &amp; all that shit after that. went home, bathed, ate, then slept. was burned out after all that walking &amp; running in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. today was serving day! (: man, i miss serving (although i felt extremely sleepy during 3rd service) &amp; i miss the people a helluva lot. they're so freaking fun haha. they rock man (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serving = a time when we exchange songs from each other handphones. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; whoo! marina mandarin fried rice is nice, haha. (or maybe it's just because i was hungry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LE HAI FINALLY REPLIED MY MESSAGE. everytime i message him something he doesn't reply. bah. he's leaving (for i forgot where. europe?) on the 19th, if i'm not too wrong. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be damn scared of him cause he always acts dao-ed &amp; doesn't like to smile. haha. but he's a nice person &amp; very nice to bully (HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new blogger is useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday = hiphop &amp; street jazz = ishi &amp; bryan =DD ole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have zaki's on tuesday. (WTFFFFF!?) shit. i can't go for jkpop. but i'm going blading with the lovely MJdance people in the morning ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO GO LA DANCE CONNECTION TODAYYYY!!! but i didn't get to book the classes in time so only amanda roxanne &amp; kat went. yongwen too, i think, but i'm not too sure. shit. i'm super upset ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TIME LA DANCE CONNECTION HAS SOMETHING LIKE THIS, TELL ME EARLIER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. WANT. TO. TAKE. DPTC. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeyer. i'm having my theory exam on the 10th. crap. luckily yutaki's bachelor thingy starts in the afternoon, otherwise i'll wail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate theory. i suck lah hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. shall go hunt for food. goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-3863261286550754471?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/3863261286550754471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/3863261286550754471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/wheeehahaha.html' title='wheeehahaha.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-961329228202571609</id><published>2007-03-02T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:07:17.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roflmaooooo.</title><content type='html'>here's a snippet of qahhar attempting to dance (funny shit). pity you can't hear the music. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6730AZLz_Kg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6730AZLz_Kg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comparing it with the real mass dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFOTER6-dX4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFOTER6-dX4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qahhar isn't as sexy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my foot thongs from Stage Image today =D &amp; while i was there i spotted photos of SOUL (&amp; mediacorp artistes) on which were signatures (but i didn't see ishi's one). HAHA. so that's where they got their costumes from. funky shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage Image's a mess, literally. but at least their costumes are better than Costume Shop's. (How ironic, right? GARGHHHH talking about the latter makes me mad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah anyway, i can finally go for jazz classes without fear of falling-because-socks-are-slippery or skin-on-soles-getting-burned-off (not literally burnt, lah)! =DD &amp; i can now finally do doubles for zaki's syf. roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM trials are tomorrow; can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 chocolate fondant. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-961329228202571609?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/961329228202571609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/961329228202571609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/roflmaooooo.html' title='roflmaooooo.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117275991383390245</id><published>2007-03-01T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:39:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellooo!!</title><content type='html'>HAHA. TODAY IS RETARDEDD. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00796.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00824.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_16022007365.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00827.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00826.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00727.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_Image32.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00829.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00774.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_DSC00772.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the random photos with random studio wu people.&lt;br /&gt;1. with bryan =DDD&lt;br /&gt;2. with emilin (she's very pretty haha)&lt;br /&gt;3. with michael (my idol!)&lt;br /&gt;4. with emilin + ishi + a lot of other people (&amp; fiona's eyes are closed!)&lt;br /&gt;5. emilin with her boyfriend (or so she says).&lt;br /&gt;6. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;7. with alison aka potato ((:&lt;br /&gt;8. with ishi (haha he doesn't want to act cute).&lt;br /&gt;9. with elizabeth aka onion!&lt;br /&gt;10. with yanli! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lacking a photo with yutaki (i ALWAYS forget to take a photo with him. sigh, sad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to voodoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/misc/th_DSC00822.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his (YES IT'S A MALE.) arms broke ): i dropped it then one side broke. then GV was like, "break the other arm! so it won't look lopsided" but because we're both felt that making him permanently handicapped was a tad too cruel, so (i forgot who) broke it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showed it to emilin today. &amp; she was half amused with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ishi is a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. i like bryan's steps today! i wish he'll continue (i know yutaki will, with his weird jay chou moves) next week, but i doubt so. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/misc/th_DSC00761.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i took this. &amp; even more clueless why i'm showing this lousy photo to the world out there. but i think the clouds are pretty, no? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marvel at God's creation, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now, to end off this ridiculously pointless entry;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/misc/th_DSC00770.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/misc/th_DSC00768.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similarity = 99.9%. yutaki &amp; kentucky. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha. this isn't supposed to be offending, okay? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JA-NE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117275991383390245?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117275991383390245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117275991383390245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellooo.html' title='hellooo!!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117258752405633158</id><published>2007-02-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:45:24.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?!!</title><content type='html'>school is utterly insane. we studied for the stupid math lecture test today &amp; guess what they said to us after we finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you don't have to hand in the paper. it was just to let you see how math tests are like here in MJC."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are such perverts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. at least econ test afterwards wasn't that difficult. should manage a pass unless destiny decides to pull a trick on me. (haha. i'm trying to sound philosophical here, but i think i'm doing a bad attempt on it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun! hahaha. everyday's fun with fun people around (: dance wasn't that bad; we went on to the third part of the song (the most horrible techno sounding one. seriously, techno makes you bald). i hope he'll finish it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did softball for pe(: actually more like a tone downed version of it. i hate fielding. &amp; we spotted huaxiang &amp; wan yee was so happy. (i don't see what's so attractive about him. i mean, he's a VICTORIAN. don't ever, ever date a victorian. &amp; he looks like kangyu.) i saw my phobos eyecandy cause he had pe today too. he's such a rare sight, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i practically see my miranda eyecandy EVERYDAY, it's not worth mentioning anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, such a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's yutaki day tomorrow cause i'm seeing him! =DD haha. i can't go for house on 3rd march again because we're having MMM trials (i don't want to go for zaki's!!) so basically we have to run around town area like mad people. how unglam. i've missed WnW so i don't want to miss MMM anymore, otherwise i think i'll be the most out-of-touch-with-orientation OGL ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM game i/cs suck. hahaha. they have to wait for so damned long for one group to arrive. at least CSI isn't as bad despite the desperately long wait for some people to come. WnW is the best; i'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sleepy. &amp; i have a lot of stuff left undone. school's a bitch. the upside of it is that assembly starts at 830 tomorrow. yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117258752405633158?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117258752405633158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117258752405633158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_27.html' title='?!!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117249629296567873</id><published>2007-02-26T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:24:52.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eff.</title><content type='html'>ZOMGG. math lecture test + econ consolidation test = death day tomorrow! xD haha i'm so screwed up man. i totally forgot about my partial fractions &amp; trigonometry's giving me a headache. graphs are total rubbish but comparing it with trigonometry, it's so much more comprehendable. cosine is a total bitch. i hate cosine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance was extremely tiring. i'm so going to die for zaki's tomorrow. (he's extending the 2 hours to i don't know how long. eff.) we're learning the cny dance on wednesday(: haha. i want to be in the hiphop one! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i cannot msn-chat &amp; blog at the same time. i'll never finish either. multi-tasking isn't my forte. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. have to study now. (!@#$%^&amp;*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117249629296567873?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117249629296567873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117249629296567873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/eff.html' title='eff.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117231776364306924</id><published>2007-02-24T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:40:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>howdyyy!</title><content type='html'>I AM BACK! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm extremely exhausted. OGL camp was rocking, but I won't go into details. I can't wait to get my OGL shirt though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QAHHAR'S ASSISTANT ORIENTATION GROUP LEADER! =D Yay for the sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't but feel VERY cheated. Dance I/C = have to perform for campfire night. (!@#$%^&amp;*) But we get to light the fire, so I'm somewhat satisfied =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDIO WUUUU!! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall do an update on OGL camp because it was so bloody fun &amp; i enjoyed myself a helluva wonka truckloads =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&amp; no, i shall not type with proper capitalisation anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo. ah yes, the first day. was mainly briefings, briefings, &amp; more briefings. bloody boring. but mass dance saved the day!! =D haha Hafiy was being gay &amp; the likes (as usual) &amp; it was so much entertainment watching him dancing to la viva loca (YES ONE OF OUR MASS DANCE'S LA VIVA LOCA! SAY YAY!) Ariffin (sp?) was d-a-m-n funny haha. &amp; Zul had a pervertic moment LOL i shan't elaborate. (VS, cue big sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was supposed to go for a csi briefing BUT NO ONE TOLD ME! &amp; i didn't hear it being announced. !@#$%^&amp;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what else we did for day one. food sucked, to say the least. but everyone (at least, majority of us) was hungry so i guess it didn't matter much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH. oh yes, we had icebreakers, which were boring too (i mean, aren't they all?). Friendship dance was the best =D i love friendship dance! we should just make it the official icebreaker game. memoriso is !@#$%^&amp;*. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a bad sleep. the floor was like a rock &amp; i woke up at 3 in the morning frozen to the bone. (yes it's that cold.) poor councilors hardly even slept. salute, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY TWO! started off with PT which was rubbish shit. had to do like, 80 situps/pushups in total. plus starjumps (which actually isn't bad. kudos to house, hahaha) so all in all it was pure crap. thank goodness they didn't get us to run around the track for four rounds or something like that. otherwise i'll just faint halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast after was GOOD! (yes, breakfast was AFTER PT. what the hell.) then had zaki training so i didn't get to play wet &amp; wild, WHICH IS DAMNNNN SAD cause they used cold water! )): sigh. then i think we had lunch. then csi (of which i was game i/c. HAD TO WAIT SO BLOODY LONG FOR ONE GROUP TO COME ZOMGG.) &amp; camp fire dance thingaye &amp; HOME SWEET HOME IT WAS! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to studio wu today(: YAY. ishi took over lixin's classes, &amp; the classes were SMALL. really very small. (but we like =D) haha. wasn't very high, sad. &amp; i kept doing wrong steps (!@#$%^&amp;*) something is wrong. oh well. (ishi is sick. so if any of us fall sick within this day &amp; the next IT MUST BE HIS FAULT! xD) &amp; he doesn't bully yunning now, HE WANTS TO KILL HER! such violent tenancy. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to do crunches for warm-ups too (damn you lah ishi.) but i didn't do much because of yesterday! hahaha. we stretched too; yvonne got bullied. loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was at LJS then i had to take piano theory. it wasn't very bad, but sadly it isn't ABRSM's but cristofori's internal paper. SAD AH! i think i can at least pass that piece of crap haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. school tomorrow. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117231776364306924?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117231776364306924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117231776364306924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/howdyyy.html' title='howdyyy!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117206672079116451</id><published>2007-02-21T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:05:20.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>Hi world. Back again. Just an extremely short post this time round; am very sleepy &amp; I've got tutorials to finish/A LOT OF STUFF TO CATCH UP ON (because school's a bitch &amp; I do NOT frigging understand Math! Sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:3px black solid" src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_16022007364.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_15022007348.jpg" style="border:3px black solid"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/SW/th_16022007375.jpg" style="border:3px black solid"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Michael, with Emilin, &amp; the siao siao gang minus (erhm) Joanna. I think. Hahaha. We're still very confused as to who's in our gang. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I FINALLY got down to burning the photos for Emilin. Haha. &amp; I won't be seeing Michael on Friday/Saturday, which means NO POPPING/LOCKING/HOUSE! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRYAN TOMORROW! I hope he remembers to wear the shirt =D &amp; I forgot to take photos with Yutaki today ): ZOMGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A MOSQUITO BITE ON THE SOLE OF MY FOOT. I mean, of all places. (!@#$%^&amp;*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117206672079116451?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117206672079116451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117206672079116451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117197725803869116</id><published>2007-02-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:14:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nanana.</title><content type='html'>Argh. I forgot what I wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI WORLD! How have you been? (: Chinese New Year's kind of miserable. I think the whole notion of collecting angpaos is running old. I guess that's just teenage life. Still, the unwed is cool, yo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But year after year the money's decreasing. Blame it on the economy (though in news reports our economy seem to be thriving pretty well. I think it's just.. Oh never mind). Haha. &amp; like every year, I can't use them papers but have to deposit into the bank. IS THAT SAD OR WHAT?! ): Still, I can accumulate interests from doing so which equates more money to use later on in life =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shut up. I'm trying to console myself over here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE A FRIGGING CASH/CREDIT CARD! Roar. What the hell lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got home from Wan Yee's house &amp; I must say it's pretty cool(: TWO STOREYS! I'm jealous. &amp; I just remembered I've yet to step into her room. Sad. &amp; I like her pen-mouse thing! =D Once in a lifetime chance to act like a lecturer. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene can't draw. &amp; he doesn't want to teach me magic. Roar. I don't like Eugene Tan anymore. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS IT ABOUT MY PILLOW THAT'S SO FASCINATING TO MY CAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my relatives came last night while we were having steamboat (YES I KNOW. Steamboat. Of all days), &amp; they made a lot of noise hahahaha. Oh well, at least it's once a year. If it's ONCE A MONTH I think sooner or later I'll go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my niece is so cute, hahahaha. She left her pants in the toilet when they were leaving. LOL. Thank goodness she's just a kid xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's tomorrow! Which equates LATE MORNING ASSEMBLY &amp; VERY VERY VERY SHORT SCHOOL HOURS &amp; YUTAKI!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course it means SYF practice as well. I'm going to pon dance I/C shit because.. WTF LAH they only gave us such a short time. Pft. I'm kind of regretting volunteering for this thing. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF's a bitch. Have I mentioned? But despite all the grumbling/whining/complaining, I know I'm going to miss it after it's over. It's not every year you get to torture yourself like so. At least you can train up your physique/fitness/techniques, you know? =D &amp; yes, I'm enjoying myself, albeit tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; anyway, I have Studio Wu to look forward to! OMG I love that place lah. I'll just DIE if you refuse to let me attend classes there. &amp; I'm seeing Yutaki tomorrow! =D Whee. (He isn't very good-looking, but he's HAWT! Nanana.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I've yet to finish my Econ essay. SCREW ECONOMICS! Why did I even choose it in the first place. (!@#$%^&amp;*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117197725803869116?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117197725803869116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117197725803869116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/nanana.html' title='nanana.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117181796459728372</id><published>2007-02-19T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:00:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy chinese new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR LOVELIES! &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is such a great excuse for sinful indulgences. Oh, joy to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Thank you for that lovely message(: You made my day!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117181796459728372?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117181796459728372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117181796459728372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='happy chinese new year!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117155093137964179</id><published>2007-02-15T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:52:50.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>((:</title><content type='html'>Today totally kicked ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had to wake up at an unearthly hour of 5am to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Only to realise that THE MEETING COULD'VE BEEN PUSHED TO AFTER MORNING ASSEMBLY!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Didn't manage to concentrate in Physics lecture because I was extremely sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chemisty lecture sort of woke me up. (: The teachers are horrible though.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dance meeting was (.....).&lt;br /&gt;6. STUDIO WUUUUU! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually to be perfectly precise, the day got better &amp; better as it passed. Studio Wu was the ultimate saving grace. &amp; I didn't get to ask Ishi the question I wanted to ask him! But there's always tomorrow. &amp; it isn't exactly very important, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL TOMORROW!! Everybody say yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow = NO LESSONS! School's supposed to end at 1000h tomorrow, but because of &lt;b&gt;SYF&lt;/b&gt;, we're going to have practice from 1100h to 1400h. Three whole hours of pure torture. My toes are going to suffer again. &amp; someone please tell me why I can't piroutte doubles nicely ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'll be dancing five days straight. =D I'm going to suffer from SW withdrawals from Saturday until Tuesday. ): After all the new year goodies we need to diet! (Not that I need to, but you know, one must maintain their figure when possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.MISS.TK. Thought of going back after CNY celebration tomorrow but SYF is depriving me of such love. Anyway, it beats having to go back to school the next day, which happens to be CNY eve, which falls on a weekend. No one in their right minds will want to go back to school on a weekday. You'll be mad if you think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ECONS. I will not choose Economics as ANY of my subjects at all. I'll shoot myself if I were to continue doing it. Qahhar's going to choose H1 Lit too! &amp; so's Joshua. Yi Feng better choose it too, haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should've chosen the arts stream instead. Arts is fun. Except that the only possible humanities subject that I can perhaps score distinction in is Literature, &amp; probably Literature only. Which leaves me with hardly any other choices for humanities. Sad. Am no longer interested in History (though just plain talking about what used to happen ages ago is engaging enough), &amp; I refuse to take Economics. (Have I mentioned what a boring subject it is? At least to me, it's extremely dead-ed &amp; I can't get enthusiastic about it.) I want to go for a Literature overseas attachment program! I got A1 for Lit for O's so I should be able to qualify, right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although.. I don't know what they're doing for H1 Lit now): If they're too far ahead in their texts, I'll have to do a lot of extra work to catch up. Sad. As much as I like it, doing too much of it at one shot is a turn-off sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an Econs essay to write &amp; hand in tomorrow. Oh, screw Economics. I don't understand a single thing about Economics. (Nah, that's an exaggeration, but I just don't like it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Ms Poh Poh Lian makes it slightly more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I have to write a summary. Someone else tell me why I'm going to a Junior College for, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGL CAMP IS NEARRRINNGG! &amp; so is Orientation II! (: Whoo hoo! Can't wait for MMM trials though, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((: Bye people. Limin is happy today! -kisses to all-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117155093137964179?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117155093137964179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117155093137964179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_15.html' title='((:'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117146456284637386</id><published>2007-02-14T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:52:53.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy vday!</title><content type='html'>Love is in the air? Cliched. But everyone was smiling &amp; happy &amp; that makes me happy too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring, to say the least. If not for my class I would've ponned. Dance was unproductive &amp; I hurt my toe &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. I think it's due to those floor turns, &amp; for some weird reason I always end of turning on it, which by right I shouldn't because it means I'm not turning correctly. But.. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song dedication during lunch was hella funny! =D Sexyback is our new love. Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-A-N-S. Yes, they came. I knew it. We knew it. (: &amp;, oh g-a-w-d-d-d they were so noisy during Hiphop (which happens to be Ishi's class, so.. Y'know.) I lost my concentration for a second back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiphop was high =D Hahaha. We rock, man. Nothing much to say anymore because I've gotten sick of Ishi's face. HAHAHA. Don't we all? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No lah. We &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; Ishi lah. ROFL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think fame isn't good at times. I bet you'll feel violated if people keep following you wherever you go (his fans followed him like a herd when he exited the place). Luckily he has a car, otherwise I think his fans will just follow him until we-know-where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Can't make much comment about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wore black today (because we wanted a BLACK Valentine's. Hahahaha) but Ishi ended up wearing black too ): We're gonna wear white tomorrow; if he wears white it'll be really jinxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the gifts &amp; everything (: To all those whom I haven't given anything (&amp; I AM going to give you something), pleassse bear with me. I promise I'll give you something tomorrow/Friday/next week. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VDAY LOVELIES! Limin loves you &amp; you should know(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;, oh crap, I have to reach school at SEVEN AYE-EM tomorrow for CSI briefing. Then I have mass dance training at FOUR-THIRTY PEE-AM after school. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'll just.. Do something about those tutorials that I've not touched. I swear I'm out of touch with my Physics/Math. I need to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Monday + Tuesday next week = no school. Studio Wu won't be open then, so I'll just have to REVISE LIKE MAD for those two days. Sad. &amp; I could've passed Chemistry. GAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I swear my angel's a guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117146456284637386?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117146456284637386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117146456284637386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-vday.html' title='happy vday!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117129076806406801</id><published>2007-02-12T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:40:51.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee!</title><content type='html'>Hostel life seems fun. I want to live in a hostel. Hahahaha. I hope my parents will allow me to do so for university (unless I die before I reach 20/21. Touch wood). BOYS ARE MESSY. Le Hai &amp; Bora's rooms are.. WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh damn, I like Le Hai's laptop. I want. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT WHAT I WANTED TO BLOG. Damn. I turned to look at what my cat was doing, &amp; now I've forgotten everything. DOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. Okay, I've remembered. AHS hostel is SMALL. Very, very small. But I like their school compound. They have a FOUNTAIN. What does TKGS have? Nothing. Only one small miserable porch &amp; I swear the grass is already dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; screw the weather today, I'd rather it rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I was late for Ishi's class (who cares, man.) today. LOL. So I stood at the back this time! NANA. But I was very high =D I don't know why though. Had funny steps which I shan't elaborate on. (I missed the first eight beats but I managed to catch on. Whoohoo! I rock.) &amp; I got called out &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. Bloody shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get high for Bryan's class. Sad. ): But, ahhh I like his steps. Bryan's steps rock lah please. &amp; oh, I got called out along with this other girl. We had to do stupid stuff for two eights before doing the choreography. LOL. Funny shit lah, but I would rather I was the one watching instead of the one doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. Bryan bought a $120 jacket &amp; a I-don't-know-how-much pair of jeans, from ZARA. WTH. I'm damn jealous. &amp; he said, "I haven't finish shopping yet leh, must buy new shirt, new shoes, new watch.. I CNY must buy new stuff from head to toes one." WALAU. MUST BUY. Go &amp; die ah, rich person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus he was carrying a NUM bag. @#$^#%^&amp;?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he bought 3 cups of Bubble Tea after class. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated asking him to go shopping with me one day. But.. Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he knows Zaki too. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = CCA.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday = SW @ Keck Seng.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday = SW @ Eastpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Friday = SW @ Keck Seng.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday = SW @ Eastpoint + piano (I don't know if I should continue until g8. Oh screw it.)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = CNY! WHOOHOO! &lt;i&gt;"Money makes the world go round, the world go round, the world go round!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW! Noooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, damn. I haven't finish my Vday presents yet. Crap. At least I'm done with SW people ones. It's only M3/s205/Elysium people. Which equates to A LOT A LOT A LOT of people. Why do I torture myself so, I question. The stupidity of human at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention. Bryan used to teach SRJC dance! Hahaha. Not this year though, last year. Wahh sad. Otherwise Dhuha/Mas might be able to spot him, hahaha. DHUHA! HE'S PRETTY RIGHT! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. Have to rush presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117129076806406801?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117129076806406801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117129076806406801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/whee.html' title='whee!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117120917033666822</id><published>2007-02-11T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:52:50.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Ah. I swear the Chinese come up with the weirdest medicine ever. I'm being forced to eat these green tablets that supposedly help cure flu/sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I'm coughing/sneezing even worse than I did yesterday. I think my body's antibiotics are more resistant to Chinese medicine now. Hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MILK. My fridge's out of milk &amp; I'm feeling sad. I want my Marigold ): (Or was it Magnolia? Whatever, they start with M. MIRANDA! Yes. I rock.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye PCK. You've provided me with countless years of laughter, &amp; I'll definitely miss you. I'm missing you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared when I was watching the PCK finale. I didn't realise it was so long ago that they aired the SARS rap on television. &amp; it was so nostalgic just watching it over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FINALLY GOING FOR HIPHOP/STREET JAZZ TOMORROW! OMG I miss Bryan's Street Jazz so damn much. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we're going studying at Bora's hostel in the afternoon. Hahahaha. It'll be my first time visiting a hostel, &amp; who knows, I might be tempted to move into one, hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Yutaki's lesson on Wednesday instead. I'm not inclined to seeing Ishi's fans crowding around him going "ISHIII! HAPPY VDAY! THIS IS FOR YOUUUU!!" Roar. I think we'll all be pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm just generalizing. Sorry. I don't think all his fans are like that. Though I'm very interested to see if any fans will specially go down to Keck Seng just to give him Vday presents. Cause it'll be so stupid, &amp; I would rather you be a SW member  than not be one, &amp; just going there to see the instructor. Gawwwd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new shirt today(: It's red &amp; funky &amp; now I only need a nice long necklace to complement it. I'm too damn lazy to make one, though, so I'll probably just buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF WHICH. Joanne Gay still owes me my birthday present): She said she'll make me a nautical-themed necklace, but now I still don't see any traces of it. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales are hateful. Sales = huge bunch of aunties squeezing/poking/prodding you just to fight for a piece of something that isn't worth the money buying. &amp;, oh my goodness, have some courtesy please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCML BETTER OPEN UP IN MJ! Otherwise I'll just change house (no matter how reluctant I am) &amp; do something else. PLEASE HAVE GOOD COMBINATIONS THAT'LL ENTITLE ME TO A BIOLOGICAL CHEMISTRY COURSE IN UNIVERSITY. If not I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I hate phlegms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117120917033666822?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117120917033666822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117120917033666822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_11.html' title='...'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117103981406567680</id><published>2007-02-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:50:14.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>praise God! ((:</title><content type='html'>I AM SO FREAKING HAPPY! MY HOPE FOR A SINGLE DIGIT CAME TRUE! WHOOHOOO!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously praise God, man. Couldn't have done it without Him(: Four years of mugging &amp; it all came down to this. If I wasn't born again in sec 2 I'm sure I wouldn't have done as well as I'd imagine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's only a point less than what I got for prelim, but I'm very, very, very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cohort did EXTREMELY well this year! Almost 100% passes for EVERY subject (except for Chemistry &amp; something else)! We rock, man! Number of distinctions doubled too (: Mediacorp was filming us =D MOE can't make us government-schools now (: Hahahaha. Now the pressure's on this year's Sec 4s! Zan was complaining, hahahaha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL YOU TKG '07 'O' LEVEL PEOPLE! Must do well okay! Study hard, play hard, &amp; enjoy Sec 4 life as much as possible! I know teachers love to spring a hell lot of tests/CAs on you guys, but take all those as practice &amp; gauge your strong/weak subjects. Work hard for English! Cause our English teachers are EXTREMELY bias &amp; they mark you down for the stupidest thing ever - must be able to write very very well &amp; impress them with VOCABULARY! =D The rest.. Ah, what the hell. Just work hard for them lah (: DO WELL FOR O'S &amp; PUT MORE PRESSURE ON THE NEXT BATCH OF SEC 4S, MWAHAHAHA! (: Gambatte! You guys can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DO YOU KNOW, THE STUDIO IS SO FRIGGING PRETTY?! Why on earth do they upgrade the studio now that we've graduated?! UNFAIR SHIT! ): I want to dance there ONCE. It looks so professional, OMG. I like it more than SW's ones now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously going to take H1 Lit instead of H1 Econ. Econ is really not my kind of subject. I'm not a finance person, &amp; asking me to analyze what's going on in the market is just pure madness. I suck at Econ lah. &amp; I really, really miss doing Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take Chem/Math/Lit/Econ (yeah, after that very short little speech above..) but that'll mean I have to change house to Atlas. Sad. So most probably I'm sticking with Phy/Chem/Math/Lit. Oh bother. Why do we have to make so much decisions when it comes to education in Singapore? Let's all learn from Switzerland, shall we? ): Vocational training is more interesting than the process of "mug up &amp; repeat" everything in the book (I REMEMBER NARAYAN! HAHAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it was so damn good to be back amidst the sea of green again. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117103981406567680?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117103981406567680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117103981406567680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/praise-god.html' title='praise God! ((:'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117098467653015880</id><published>2007-02-09T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:31:16.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG034.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During road race - Angela drew it on my face. &amp; it was smudged cause my hair touched it ): Sad. But it still looks nice, no? =D GO GO MIRANDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG041.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan &amp; Kwan Loong attempting to camwhore with my phone during lunch after road race. Hahaha. (&lt;i&gt;"I'm camera-shy lah!"&lt;/i&gt; Yeah right, Jon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG009.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG028.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to Pasir Ris Park (&amp; it started raining halfway through cycling, #$%^@*&amp;) &amp; pool after that. Jonathan was sleeping - then again, he's always sleeping (unless it's ECONS &amp; he can see Ms Poh Poh Lian the very pretty teacher!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG025.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG006.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I used to keep mixing the two of them up. I dunno why.) The left's with Qahhar (the SEXY! =D) &amp; the right's with Afiq Aziz. (You saw right, they're both wearing TKG PE shirt. I was wearing Qahhar's track&amp;field shirt.) Hahaha. They're so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiq scared me once cause he knew my name when I didn't even know him! It was during orientation I &amp; he was like "Hey Limin!" &amp; I was thinking, "Uhh..?" Haha. I went "Hi" in the end lah, &amp; got his name. Then I kept forgetting &amp; he was mean &amp; didn't want to tell me. )): Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I think Qahhar's good-looking. Why doesn't anyone agree with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG004.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_img056.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS LE HAI! (He doesn't like to smile in photos, which is sad cause he looks good smiling.) The inofficial Vietnamese teacher. Hahaha. (But he's always so reluctant to teach, man. Evil guy.) He's damn cute lah. Talks quite softly so I keep having to strain my ears to just even LISTEN to him. But he's nice (: Haha. He's APPARENTLY good at pool (&lt;i&gt;"I one hit, one ball, one."&lt;/i&gt; - &amp; you'd think he's a scholar. Hahaha.) but I haven't had to chance to play with him. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG113.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_img054.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I love the first picture of Eugene. So funny =D I had another one which was funnier but I didn't manage to save it, &amp; it got deleted ): Sigh, sad. Eugene's a very nice guy! (: At least, he's one of the nicest guy I've known so far. (: Come to think of it, I haven't heard him shout at people, or become angry with people in general. Yes, he's that good-tempered. Must learn from him. Hahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another photo of him in my phone WHICH HE DID SOMETHING EXTREMELY SCARY but I haven't uploaded it yet. When I do I'll show it here! Eugene is VERY strong. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG010.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG046.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dance, when we celebrated Amanda's birthday! (That's her cake, haha. So miserable, but it was cute.) See, dancers are pretty. (HAHAHA.) Amanda's the one in white, holding the cake, wearing specs. She's petite &amp; she's super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG048.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Feng(: He's very cute also. I don't have one picture of Shu Li, sad. Shall take on Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG045.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Kee who's very proud of his size. "Round is a shape." Hahahaha. MUST KEEP IN SHAPE LEH! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_IMG031.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crane I saw pasted on Mj's wall. Yes, wall. I'm very positive I'm not THAT dumb to not be able to differentiate between what's horizontal &amp; what's vertical. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now! Have to get prepared to meet DHUHAAAAA &amp; MAAASSSSSSS soon! (: I miss these people. Kwong's going for a swim (lol) so I'm meeting her in school later! Wheeee! &amp;, oh screw O levels. Just let me get into MJ &amp; I'm very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may go, God is with me, &amp; I know I'm part of His BIG BIG plan. Amen. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117098467653015880?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117098467653015880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117098467653015880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/photos.html' title='photos!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117086061659104343</id><published>2007-02-07T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:38:36.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big sigh.</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm sick, &amp; I don't want to go to school. ): Sore throat + blocked nose = horrible voice + much coughing + VERY VERY VERY ILL LIMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoy me &amp; I'll spread my sickness to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed dance on Monday &amp; Wednesday, &amp; Zaki changed timing for the steps so I'm dead. Yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEONG CHYUN &amp; KENNETH ARE SKINNYY! 26 inch WAIST for a guy is freaky. OMG. Skinny men! Zaki &amp; Anthony (the costume maker person - what do you call them anyway?) were jealous. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit lah, I think I'm going to have a fever soon. You know the feeling you get when you're about to fall very ill? Yes. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRYAN &amp; ISHI TOMORROW! Whoo hoo!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPANISH LESSON NUMBER ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muchos gracias&lt;/b&gt; - Much thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De Nada&lt;/b&gt; - You're welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: I've officially given up on Vietnamese because Le Hai can't teach lah. Hahaha. I bet he's already forgotten how to speak his MT. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE. Take care all, because being sick sucks. Drink water! (: Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117086061659104343?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117086061659104343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117086061659104343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/big-sigh.html' title='big sigh.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117056096305034419</id><published>2007-02-04T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:49:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misses &amp; kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/260601618_c54cb96539_m.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO SAY I MISS THESE PEOPLE VERY VERY MUCH! The last time we've met up was two months ago, but it seemed like forever. I need these people nowww. They make me so happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rock my world lah. I've never met another bunch of friends as BIG a group &amp; as awesome as they are. I love all of them to bits &amp; bits &amp; bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when will I ever forget M.E.D &amp; the 31/10 bus gang? (: You guys are the BEST throughout upper sec life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road Race was fun! Glad that I didn't pon in the end. BLACK STALLIONS ROCK, YO! Miranda won the HOUSE MASCOT RACE! YAY(: &amp; Pierre was going to lose his voice, poor guy. I got my voice back though (: &amp; we've got overall third for house placings! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda kicks ass. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch after that with the M3/s205 people. HAHAHA KL had a funny moment - was trying to juggle the two supposedly empty drink cans but apparently there was still a bit left. So he had GREEN TEA over his face! OMG. Funny shit. His face was priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I left &amp; the rest went for pool. DAMN. If Le Hai was playing I would've gone too. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117056096305034419?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117056096305034419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117056096305034419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/misses-kisses.html' title='misses &amp; kisses'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/260601618_c54cb96539_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117043395641107225</id><published>2007-02-02T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:32:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Presenting MJC-related photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black" src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_img006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our building which isn't very pretty. Surprisingly for a four-year old school, the exterior is.. Not very new. Sad. We need refurnishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black" src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_img042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the bruise I got for MJ Dance audition in January. It was humongous &amp; very painful, &amp; I almost wanted to give up the second audition &amp; join some other CCA. But now, I'm quite happy I got into dance because it's so frigging awesome &amp; the people there are nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've learnt from MJ Orientation I is VINCITORE - victory belongs to the most persevering. Persevere, &amp; something good will come out of it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black" src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_img032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Gao Min, my lesbian partner in MJ. (But don't worry, we're straight. &lt;s&gt;I think.&lt;/s&gt;) Both of us had our voices half gone during school today (jinxed!), though I thought mine was worse. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black" src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_img021.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="border: 3px solid black" src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_img055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Jonathan/Eugene respectively! (: These are really cool. Hahaha. Cybershot rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_img001.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_img038.jpg" style="border: 3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Timothy "Auntie/Atiwati" Chan, our CG-rep! He does Wushu, plays that Chinese yo-yo thing VERY well, can do a split, is super hardworking, has a short tongue, &amp; is all-in-all a VERY FUNNY GUY! Haha. But all of us know he's GAY at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. I haven't uploaded the rest &amp; I need more creative shots. Cam-whoring in MJ should be a daily routine! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Michael was so high during locking today. Hahahaha. He's so cute. &amp; Ishi was, well, Ishi. (: He cut his hair &amp; it looks NICE. Nicer than his previous one, at least. I've never seen him with black hair before though, I wonder how he looks like with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; someone needs to teach him proper CDs handling techniques. The back of his cds are so dirty &amp; he was complaining about one of them skipping the other day ("Original one leh, also skip"). TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's currently my J/K Pop songs supplier (more like K-pop, actually). Se7en is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be missing House tomorrow due to College Road Race. I hope MIRANDA gets champion! (: &amp; O's will be released on the ninth of February. I don't care what I get, as long as I'm entitled to a place in MJ, I'm happy enough. Grades don't represent everything. Character is more important than academic values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, as a &lt;i&gt;kiasu/kiasee&lt;/i&gt; Singaporean, a single digit would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I WANT TO REMAIN AS AN OGL FOR MJ! (: Lead the other J1s in Orientation II &amp; watch them &lt;s&gt;suffer&lt;/s&gt;. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm reconsidering my subjects. I don't know if I should continue with P/C/M/E for JAE or switch to something else. Either P/C/M/L or P/C/L/M. Economics is fun, but to study it is.. Not to my liking, somewhat. But this might mean a switch in the house (I mean, we'll be separated into different classes again, non?), which will make me SADDD if that happens. ): I'm proud of Miranda(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm very tired. I'll see if there's anything interesting happening for the next few days. Till then, take care &amp; be happy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117043395641107225?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117043395641107225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117043395641107225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117016220554020124</id><published>2007-01-30T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:14:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;when was the last time you sat down &amp; said&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you sat down &amp; prayed&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you meant what you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Father, Father, I need You today."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you opened that book&lt;br /&gt;&amp; asked for His guidance, asked for His way&lt;br /&gt;asked for His compass to lead you on&lt;br /&gt;&amp; asked for His light upon your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you talked to Him&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you ended up crying&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you actually bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Father, I'm sorry, I have erred."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it through the OGL interview(: Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello &amp; welcome Shyang Long to MJC(: (&lt;s&gt;May you consider opting out of VJ to MJ. Hahaha.&lt;/s&gt; MJ's nice, ain't it? =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th to Yu Ling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117016220554020124?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117016220554020124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117016220554020124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_30.html' title='-'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-117007584290520285</id><published>2007-01-29T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:04:02.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;when things were beginning to look up&lt;br /&gt;everything just had to come crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been praying to Him as much as I wanted to. I haven't been touching my Bible, I haven't been listening to sermons, I haven't been going to church, I haven't been living the life I wanted. A Christ-like life? Easy to say, hard to do. It's just difficult to please everyone, &amp; one way or another, some people will get hurt. It's not like I wanted to be in that situation in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; once again, to the issue of friends. I never believed in &lt;b&gt;best friends forever&lt;/b&gt;, never believed in this term called 'eternity'. &lt;i&gt;Quality over quantity&lt;/i&gt;, that's my policy. &amp; it's hurtful to know that some of the friendships I've chosen to invest in turns out to be not worth my time at all. &lt;b&gt;Stop being judgmental &amp; get to know me for who I am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I must say, I've got to know a few friends in MJC that never fails to brighten up my day. Thank you &lt;b&gt;Gao Min&lt;/b&gt;, for just being you (: For simply being whacky &amp; lame &amp; absolutely crazy. Despite knowing you for less than a month (I think), I can safely say you're one person I'm glad I got to know(: I love you lah my lesbian partner (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; people like &lt;b&gt;Jonathan&lt;/b&gt;, who is lame funny shit, &amp; &lt;b&gt;Kwan Loong&lt;/b&gt; my pool buddy (: These pair always make me happy with their randomized talks &amp; never-ending nonsense. &amp; &lt;b&gt;Wee Kee&lt;/b&gt; MARTIN! Haha. Always singing oldies &amp; what's not. Omg I love these people to bits(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;b&gt;Shu Li&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;Yi Feng&lt;/b&gt; as well because they're just so easy to converse with. &amp; they're nice people(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I really appreciate &lt;b&gt;Eugene&lt;/b&gt; for being such an awesome friend. Although we're not in the same class &amp; everything, but really, thank you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough, it's &lt;i&gt;neighbourhood schools&lt;/i&gt; that I feel more at ease with. Not everyone from 'prestigious schools' are all that nice. Heartlanders? Maybe. At least I know they're less fake that some other people I know, who put on a mask &amp; pretend to be your friend, while in reality they stab you in the back, &lt;i&gt;&amp; you have no idea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's gonna be alright."&lt;br /&gt;"it's gonna be alright."&lt;br /&gt;"it's gonna be alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit living life in denial.&lt;br /&gt;it's getting harder to convince yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there's no such thing as a promise.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo? Maybe. The term's so widely used now, it's difficult to place a precise definition to it. So go away &amp; leave me alone in my solitude, &lt;i&gt;let me die for all I care&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, this feels all too familiar. I wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-117007584290520285?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117007584290520285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/117007584290520285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_29.html' title='...'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116995626884511414</id><published>2007-01-28T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:51:08.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again...</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was CCA-makeup day, which I wasn't too keen on seeing that I have to wake up early just to go to school at 0830. Everyone was groggy + no mood to dance, &amp; all of us wanted to pon. (Science fiesta drains a lot out of you. &amp; s205 didn't win anything! Sad.) But it was Amanda's birthday yesterday! So we sang a birthday song for her. (Another January 27 baby. Why no November 27 babies?!) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dance turned out surprisingly alright, though tiring nonetheless. I woke up after that =D &amp; we finally got onto more sets of eights, which means blocking/polishing soon! At least, I hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we danced on tiles (because we couldn't use the new studio for various reasons) so my skin came off when I was doing turns. Sigh. But I thought the old studio was much better than the new one because the new studio's floors aren't even &lt;b&gt;parquet&lt;/b&gt; (how on earth do you expect us to turn on plastic?!) &amp; it was much cooler there. It has AIRCONS. The new one doesn't. What kind of logic is that right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. So anyway, my calves are aching right now. Running for PE (I didn't really run but I did for a few meters okay) + mad CCA training + running around during Science Fiesta + brisk walk to Keck Seng for Studio Wu after that = DIE AAHH! &amp; I've already forgotten Ishi's steps for J/K pop + Vid Groove + MTV. Hahaha. I bet he's going to kill me if he finds out =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Ishi mixed up Scooby-doo with Scoo-board (I don't know how you spell this. Hahaha.)! Michael will kill him. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed house on Saturday because I was damn tired. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY WAS MICHELLE ANG &amp; EUGENE TAN'S 17TH! Wheee!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116995626884511414?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116995626884511414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116995626884511414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/again.html' title='again...'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116974077207780391</id><published>2007-01-25T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:59:32.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is the love?</title><content type='html'>School has been awesome today(: Despite the trudging up of stairs countless times (from the 1st to the 4th &amp; back down then up again)/wet floor/running around the school for PE (which I didn't because my knee injury is acting up again..), it's been so awesome. Thank God for friends who make school life bearable. &lt;3 If not for them, I have half a mind to drop out of MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Yap Wei Kang is DISGUSTING! OMG. He ate Kwan Loong's &lt;b&gt;chewed&lt;/b&gt; food. CHEWED! Sick, man! &amp; he was so pleased with it. Eeeeeww. Shudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures today were horribly boring. Chemistry was CRAP. (Ugh. MJ's chemistry teachers are.. Not nice. I miss Mrs Cheong!) &amp; Mr Cha is so nice! He let us off at 1510h today when the period supposedly ends at 1525. Fifteen minutes early! Awww. He's like Ms Tee (: I'm going to strive to do well for Physics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I look forward to lectures because I can see my eye-candy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I was extremely sleepy in school today. (LOL!) PE didn't help much because it drained more of my energy. I did more than 200 crunches yesterday (CCA = CRUNCHES FOR ONE WHOLE 'SEXYBACK' SONG! &amp; Yutaki's warm ups are HORRIBLE! Emilin ones are worse.) &amp; we had to do 30 crunches after PE. Then SW-Bryan (ugh. Zhi Shen, get another name.) did crunches AGAIN! Omg. Pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after Studio Wu I'm fairly awake now(: The power of dance! Yeahh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;KING&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;CHONG SHYANG LONG!&lt;/b&gt; 17 years old already. One more year to M18 shows (bet you're enjoying it xD), heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (240107) was Cheryl Yeo's birthday!! But I don't have her number/msn ): &amp; someone else's birthday's coming soon too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SYF-dance practice on this Saturday from 0900 - 1100, then House from 1400 - 1500, then piano from 1830 - 1930. Eff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science fiesta tomorrow! Let's go, 07s205! (: WIN THOSE B&amp;J'S ICE-CREAM VOUCHERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OG rocks. &lt;33 Thank you all who &lt;s&gt;im&lt;/s&gt;patiently waited for me at the bus interchange today despite the extremely long wait (which got me fed up as well..)! xP You guys are simply the best, man(: I love you all! Town-ing on Sunday with you guys, yay! We shall &lt;s&gt;practice&lt;/s&gt; singing every recess/lunch break &amp; annoy everyone within the vicinity! (: &amp; I love that hoodie xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy today lah. Video groove was freaking cool (despite Ishi bullying me) cause we did CANON &amp; the effect turned out extremely well. SW-Bryan's Latin Hiphop was nice too! Hahaha. (Joanna! Wo xiang si ni le! Why you go Yutaki's one? Didn't see you, I SAD CAN. Hahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116974077207780391?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116974077207780391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116974077207780391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-is-love.html' title='where is the love?'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116956636210198861</id><published>2007-01-23T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:32:42.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>ISHI SABO-ED ME. I can't believe he actually did that. Karen complimented me on Friday (WHY. WHY?!) &amp; Ishi said for me to do solo next time. ROAR LAH! So I had to do solo (along with him &amp; some other girl, so it wasn't exactly solo, BUT!!) for J/K Pop today! Horrible man ): I tried hiding behind Joanna but she moved. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): Photobucket still isn't loading. I am sad. I WANT AN iMAC! Windows suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; have I told you how much I love my OG? (: They make my day. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I was a Dunmanian today =D Switched uniform with Wanting so she was TKGS while I was DHS. Hahaha. I still prefer TKG's one though, DHS uniform makes me look... cheena. Ishi's from DHS. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; J/K POP WAS SUPPOSEDLY AN INTRO CLASS but Ishi choreographed so many semiquaver beats. '1 &amp; 2 &amp; 3 &amp; 4! 5 &amp; 6 &amp; 7 &amp; 8!' Actually his steps are easy. BUT HE LIKES FAST-PACED SONGS! (@#^&amp;#$!@#%^!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like(: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I've managed to complete my Chemistry Tutorial 2 which is giving me headaches as well. Stoichiometry was easy-peasy shit in secondary school, but come J1, I can't seem to get the answers ): Damn, I feel stupid. &amp; why must we write all those long sentences?! Isn't it common sense what we're writing on the paper?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(%^#$%&amp;@#!*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN conversations have screwed up my body clock. I can no longer sleep at 2200h. Sad. I'm getting eye-circles/eyebags soon. ): Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Phoebe! She's finally online &amp; CONVERSING. Yay. I miss my November twin (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116956636210198861?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116956636210198861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116956636210198861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116948152827193536</id><published>2007-01-22T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:58:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pah.</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of photos to be uploaded, but Photobucket isn't agreeing with me. I think their server's down or something. &amp; I have this retarded video of Gervais &amp; Jonathan (Seow) doing some funny shit in Marina Mandarin Hotel's lift on Sunday, but YouTube's getting too laggy. Ugh, SingNet is giving me headaches. Isn't the damage caused by the earthquake in Taiwan fixed yet? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; omg, Hannah is too damn free, please. MJ is currently stressing me out with its endless tutorials (&amp; the amount of money we have to pay for it! Induces wastage!) &amp; she actually has time to search for blogs. Pfft. So much for enjoying 1st 3 months. I (hope) I become an OGL, then at least I'll have 3 days of enjoyment for JAE. ARGH. Please let my interview be very very very early. Imagine having to wait from 1615h to I-don't-know-when. Interviews at 1910h is too damned late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need dance. I'm deprived of dance. (MJ dance is giving me headaches as well; thank God for the people there.) I need Bryan's gay classes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;.. I feel anti-social all of a sudden. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116948152827193536?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116948152827193536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116948152827193536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/pah.html' title='pah.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116929605672345724</id><published>2007-01-20T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:27:36.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you wish the world will leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;&amp; quit pestering you&lt;br /&gt;with all its endless nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stares out of the window&lt;br /&gt;in search for an answer&lt;br /&gt;&amp; watch in vain as the rain continues falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it falls&lt;br /&gt;&amp; falls&lt;br /&gt;&amp; falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; her heart falls&lt;br /&gt;&amp; falls&lt;br /&gt;&amp; falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants to run&lt;br /&gt;run away from everything&lt;br /&gt;that's crashing her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;putting up a facade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's her forte&lt;br /&gt;what you see on the outside&lt;br /&gt;doesn't&lt;br /&gt;represent&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she just wishes for someone to understand&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Limin &amp; I like blasting songs into my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;i&gt;oblivion is bliss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116929605672345724?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116929605672345724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116929605672345724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116922211366972728</id><published>2007-01-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:55:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shagged!</title><content type='html'>OMG I'm so tired. School is so taxing &amp; draining all my energy out of me. ): Not to mention the never-ending pile of tutorials we have to finish &amp; the incomprehensible lectures. Eff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to quit piano): CELLO LAH, PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool today was with Bryan/Kwan Loong/Wee Kee (who didn't manage to go in the end because he was wearing school uniform). Sad. Le Hai/Bora were supposed to come with us but.. Bora had something &amp; we couldn't find Le Hai. Sad. Otherwise we can play 2-on-2. &amp; I could've thrashed the guys!! I cleared my balls (it sounds wrong) before they did for all 3 games! (All 3 games, no?) But I only won the 3rd game. Sigh. Sad. Kept missing. I need more practice! Pool, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan played counterstrike after that &amp; IT'S SO FREAKING FUNNY. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Old Chang Kee Take5 was HILARIOUS. OMG. I dropped my entire spoon into my curry noodle, so Wee Kee offered to take another one for me, which he did then promptly dropped into the soup again!! OMG. FUNNY SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISHI'S CLASS WAS VERY SMALL TODAY! First time ever. We used the smaller studio instead of the studio he usually uses for MTV. Michael's class was HUGE. 28 people. Heard from Joanna he looked into locking &amp; was shocked. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Locking was WTF?! I actually felt RETARDED in his class): Sad. Then again I always feel retarded in his classes (popping/locking/house). So.. Doesn't matter =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy from River Valley High is very pro! He pops/locks very well. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aching all over. SYF from Mondays to Wednesdays = CAN DIE LORH. ): Thank God they're only two hours each. But Mr. Zaki always makes us dance at ungodly speeds which means A LOT OF BRUISES. Arrrgh. SYF is very tiring): I should've joined.. Um. Um. Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTELLECTUAL GAMES SOCIETY. CAN PLAY POOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LARRE GOH! (His birthday's tomorrow, but oh well.) Ho ho ho. One more year to R21 movies! Happy not? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yutaki is super funny. He talks Malay/Chinese/English/Hokkien in lessons. "Boleh? Boleh!" Hahaha. So cute. I like his hair! &amp; his blingbling necklace =DD He &amp; Michael are best friends man, I bet. They're so funny in class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. STUDIO WU IS AWESOMEE! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamata &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116922211366972728?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116922211366972728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116922211366972728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/shagged.html' title='shagged!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116895653834904951</id><published>2007-01-16T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:21:20.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eff.</title><content type='html'>Permanent timetable = horrible piece of shit. It's the first day we followed it &amp; I'm damn tired already. SYF training was turns/floorwork/turns/more turns. Sigh. But I'm going to stick through it because I think the choreography isn't too bad, &amp; Mr. Zaki seems like a nice guy despite the fierce exterior. &amp; hell, I NEED SYF. ): I need to get make it to the team (so please don't audition again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin on my left toe came off): One big patch. Gross. Might have to re-tape it tomorrow, double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; house meeting's tomorrow too! Yay. &amp; I was happy today because I saw my eye-candy a lot of times. He's so cute(: Shorter than me, but he's super cute. =DD He's in Miranda too! Y-A-Y. Sadly my class/OG doesn't have any. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Eugene's like the nicest guy in M3. The ONLY nice guy. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 my eye-candy. Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ishi. Because of dance I can't go for his Monday/Tuesday ones. Sad. &amp; I can't get to see gay-Bryan &amp; go for his street jazz class. Doubly sad. Tomorrow's Yutaki! &amp; Thursday's BRYANNN &amp; ISHIIII. Yay &lt;3 Friday.. I don't know. Ishi &amp; Michael I think. MICHAELL! Mr. Signature-smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus pool on Friday too. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;'what is wrong with people?'&lt;br /&gt;you can't help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;&amp; laugh at life's irony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes i wish people will just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You know, people should just stop pissing me off &amp; taking me as it is. Just because I don't show it doesn't mean I don't have feelings. &amp; just because I HAVEN'T been angry doesn't mean I can't.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116895653834904951?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116895653834904951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116895653834904951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/eff.html' title='eff.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116879415259570955</id><published>2007-01-15T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T01:02:32.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLE.</title><content type='html'>Alright. So it's past midnight &amp; I should be sleeping, but I stayed up &amp; managed to finish my Chem tutorials (well, just a couple of questions left) as well as a template for M3 blog! Yay. Do I rock or what? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's &lt;s&gt;tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; later, which means lectures + SYF training. Sigh. Somehow it doesn't look appealing. The SYF dance is giving me more aches than usual. (I need to train up my flexibility + abs! Roar.) &amp; lectures are boring. Boring, boring, boring. I want to pon school! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool on Friday with M3 lovelies! Yay. They're the reason I go to school for(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I'm having some church stuff on Wednesday night): Which means I can't go for Yutaki's classes (again!). It's just a meeting, but I don't feel like going for it. Or maybe I'll have SYF again which won't enable me to reach Suntec in time. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamata. See you all in 6 hours time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116879415259570955?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116879415259570955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116879415259570955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/ole.html' title='OLE.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116870116218460743</id><published>2007-01-13T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:12:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=DD</title><content type='html'>OMG. Group conversations with M3 is ridiculously hilarious. Hahahaha. &amp; that's saying something because I don't like group conversations. I think I might have to change my mind from now on(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch after house was with Hannah/Joanna/Yvonne/Yun Ning/MICHAEL at BANQUET. First time lunch with an instructor. HAHAHA. But he's so nice(: Michael smiles a lot. &amp; House was tiring as usual. Jumps + crunches + running on spot = die. Why does he have so much stamina? I want ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Michael doesn't eat vegetables. So unhealthy. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF M3 BBQ'S GOING TO BE ON THURSDAY, I'LL CRY ): I want Latin Hiphop because I can see gay-Bryan. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116870116218460743?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116870116218460743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116870116218460743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/dd.html' title='=DD'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116858323685976986</id><published>2007-01-12T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T14:40:28.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAR!</title><content type='html'>MIRANDA 3 IS SEPARATED. I am sad. We are sad. The world is sad. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in 07s205. Majority of M3 are in it, so I guess it won't be that bad. But I don't want M3 to separate! Saddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M3 CHALET (Coasta Sands Pasir Ris) ON 12-14 MARCH! BBQ on the 13th(: It's still tentative though): (Please let there be available + good chalet units.) But I think we're super enthusiastic about it, &amp; we're very, very bonded. Really. I love my OG. We rock man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATIN HIPHOP (yester-night) WAS FINALLY BRYAN! I like his choreography(: So n-i-c-e. &amp; Video Groove was damn H-I-G-H! Hahahahaha. &amp; I wanted his katakana name): (He writes like a girl. REALLY. Neat &amp; everything.) But he only knew his hiragani one. Sad. Oh, Emilin looked very cool yesterday. (But she always does, wth.) I like her cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote unquote from Hannah "Bryan is pretty!" HAHAHAHA. Bryan is gay. His voice is gay. But he's so frigging cool too. &amp; he's gay. (Nah, he just acts gay. But.. Never mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael's classes later, whoo! Popping/locking is lovee. &amp; Ishi's classes are always so damn packed. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M3 is sad. But we'll stick it through as an OG together cause we rock &amp; we know it(: &amp; WE MUST GET BACK CHAMPIONSHIP FROM TRITON! YEAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.AM.MOODY. I need candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAPHIC CALCULATORS ARE SO F-ING EXPENSIVEEEE. JCs are hazardous. They kill off trees &amp; encourage air pollution + global warming, &amp; take away all our money. &amp; sometimes I question why I'm in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far I'm liking MJ a lot. I don't want VJ anymore =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Mr Rain. Please go away soon. Goodbye Mr Rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116858323685976986?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116858323685976986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116858323685976986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/roar.html' title='ROAR!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116814528221642996</id><published>2007-01-07T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:16:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos.</title><content type='html'>THIS WAS IN DRAFTS. So technically I'm posting it on the 10th of January. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;VINCITORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_DSC00446.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_DSC00459.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/MJC/th_DSC00439.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH ON 311206.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/church/th_DSC00326.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/church/th_DSC00314.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/church/th_DSC00317.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/church/th_DSC00318.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/church/th_DSC00315.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/church/th_DSC00316.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/church/th_DSC00320.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/church/th_DSC00321.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/church/th_DSC00325.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN ON 311206.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00328.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00329.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00330.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00331.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00332.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00335.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00339.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC09078.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00340.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00343.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00342.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00348.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00363.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00367.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00368.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00381.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00403.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00425.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00414.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00431.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00433.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00373.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/CZPS/th_DSC00424.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/misc/th_DSC00283.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it looks like the Statue of Liberty? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomitted &amp; had diarrhea today (100107). How horrible. So I didn't manage to go to school = NO SYF PRACTISE! Haha. At least I got a day of rest, &amp; despite that, I didn't go for Yutaki's lesson): Heard from Hannah he's damn good. Oh well. I miss Street Jazz. A LOT. (Please let next Monday be free of shit so I can go for Bryan's class!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I feel so loved(: My OG rocks, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116814528221642996?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116814528221642996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116814528221642996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/photos.html' title='photos.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116807720309316960</id><published>2007-01-06T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:04:48.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>House was fun (: I like Michael cause he's nice &amp; friendly &amp; smiles a lot. I like people who smile a lot cause they make me happy! (: &amp; I'm thinking of going for his popping/locking classes cause popping/locking is one damned fun dance style &amp; Michael is just too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty. &amp; sad. &amp; worried. I wish there was a way to cheer him up (somehow), to let him know that there are always people supporting him no matter how cruel &amp; lonely the world seems. That he's not the only person out there who feels this way. Despite knowing that it'll probably be not appreciated, I still want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Life is unfair.' So what? Everyone has to go through it, &amp; it's only once. Make the best out of it, I'll say. Please do stop being like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you know what, so much for being friends. I don't give a shit about you anymore. You can die for all I care, &amp; to tell the truth, I don't ever want to see you again. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Yes, you. I don't even know why I bothered, why was I so stupid to care for you, why I even wanted you back as my friend despite not talking to you for so many years. I really hate you, you know that? Forget the fact that I used to like you, you utterly disgust me now. Go away. If my good intentions for you are assumed to be something else entirely different &amp; bad, then forget it, you're not worth my time. Because ultimately, you're just someone I wished I never got to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably not going to blog anytime soon cause I'm having this ominous feeling. It's either goodbye blogger/hello livejournal or xanga, hiatus for now, or.. We'll see. Transparency isn't very good sometimes. &amp; letting too many people know you from the inside out is just plain scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; somehow, I miss writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116807720309316960?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116807720309316960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116807720309316960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116801429806801151</id><published>2007-01-05T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:37:37.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay for miranda!</title><content type='html'>(I. Need. Water.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda got 3rd place for orientation (orientation, right?)! Hah. I thought we deserved a first cause we were super enthu &amp; very loud during campfire &amp; everything before that (&amp; our skit was the BEST despite technical problems =DD). Hahaha. Self-high. So funny. I love Miranda! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Fast forward. Wet &amp; Wild was.. Wet. &amp; disgusting (WE HAD FLOUR &amp; SOAP LAHH! I hate the flour part cause it always makes me feel damn sick. Soap was alright, cause we only had to put it on the guys' hair. Poor guys). &amp; I got dunked by a bucket of BANANA ESSENCE-D WATER! |: Funnily it didn't smell like bananas. &amp; we had to do a lot of stuff which were very fun so I enjoyed it(: Except for the flour part. I hate flour. I don't want anything to do with it other than to knead it into dough &amp; bake it into something edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. After which was lunch &amp; we went to BATHE (yay for shower-rooms). Ecstasy. Then got ready for campfire (skit/dance/a lot of other stuff). Thank God for no rain(: Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was supper at White Sands' MCD (which left me broke, &amp; I didn't finish the food. Hah. Pack to Africa). Home was with Wan Yee &amp; Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes start officially on Monday (do you call them lectures or classes? It feels weird having to call them lectures). Roar. Dance audition on Monday!(: GO TKGDANCERS! We rock man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU! OGL! (I know one of you read my blog okay, I just don't know who.) Please don't read anonymously - leave a tag or something? It feels uncomfortable knowing that someone reads but don't know who. Uh. Please? Yeah thanks. Appreciate it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUNI &amp; HANNAH! Go MJ for JAE okay! ((: TAKE P/C/M/E! Heh. I'll.. Ehm. Show you around the school once I know my ways around it! Hah. (That might take quite a while because I have absolutely no direction sense whatsoever when it comes to buildings &amp; stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I MISS THE 291 GANG! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS LITERATURE. I miss Shakespeare. I miss Feste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH. Which reminds me. HAPPY TWELFTH NIGHT, ALL YOU PURE LIT PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I miss ALMAAS SHAZEA BTE MOHD ARIFFIN &amp; ERYN KWONG YI WEN &amp; DHUHA BTE ISA &amp; MS TEE &amp; PHOEBE ELIZABETH LIM PEI JUN &amp; MRS CHEONG &amp; MS YEO &amp; ALL MY DANCE JUNIORS &amp;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering from Studio Wu withdrawal. Go away &amp; leave me be. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116801429806801151?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116801429806801151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116801429806801151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/yay-for-miranda.html' title='yay for miranda!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116783419652309850</id><published>2007-01-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T17:15:23.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VINCITORE!((:</title><content type='html'>Orientation has been AMAZINGLY AWESOME so far. I'm in Miranda! The black shirt house(: Wheee. I was quite sad initially cause I wanted Phobos): (IT'S RED!) But oh well! I like my OGLs. They're so funny. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my OG too(: Same group as Wanyee, praise God. I was praying for someone I know to be in my group &amp; He answered! Boon's in Miranda too, except in different teams. &amp; the CSI game today was fun (but tiring. Had to run here &amp; there, roar. Luckily I'm still quite fit, heh heh heh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had mass dance, which I thought was a total disaster because almost everyone couldn't get it! Hah. But.. I guess orientation's always like that. Anyway, we danced to Tokyo Drift. Then they showed the BEP one (which we didn't learn! Why?! It looked less confusing as the TD one. ROAR.). We had a couple dance too! Haha. We had to dance with an opposite sex for it. So it was kind of weird (especially for us who never had to deal with the other gender for four years!). Haha. Thank God for a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIABIN'S IN THE SAME SCHOOL AS ME! Fellow sixone-r'ohtwo! Yay. I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ HAS WEIRD CHEERS. Funny, weird cheers. Hahahaha. 'Who dares to mess with us WILL BE CHAO TA-ED!' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I missed Ishi's lesson today): Sigh. &amp; Ishi said 'bye' to Hannah &amp; she was damn happy. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &amp; bus 3 takes forever to reach home. I'm never taking it again. I'll take 39 home from now on. Roar. My dad's offering to send me to school everyday because it's 'on the way'. YESS. I'm blessed &amp; favoured, amen! Whooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. By the way, Ishi's from VJC. Damn. It was my first choice. Bah. I hate VJC-ians now. &amp; no, I'm not going to change after first three months, I'm very happy with MJC currently(: So long as the principal/people don't do anything to screw up my impression of it, I'll love MJC until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're gonna win!&lt;br /&gt;Win like champions!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna fight!&lt;br /&gt;Fight like champions!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna win like champions, fight like champions&lt;br /&gt;All the rest can go fly kite!&lt;br /&gt;(Fly kite, fly kite&lt;br /&gt;All the rest can go fly kite!) x3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! (Who cares if Miranda didn't win the champion of the day. I like my house very, very much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes, I promised fireworks photos in the 'next entry', but HELL, I'm lazy. Whee. Lazy people are good people(: &amp; so are November babies! Whee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit (040107)//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 started out draggy but we got very high at the end(: Or maybe it was because I was damn sleepy. My right eye contact dropped out so I was half blind today, &amp; I didn't realise I had a spare contact in my bag all the while until I got home! Shit. It got very blur as the day ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was very tiring. Walked so much this morning/noon-afternoon I think I gained more muscles than the years I've been dancing. &amp;, it was so hot I got tanned. Hahaha. My face looks blacker. But I like my skin colour, so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erh. Managed to go for Ishi's class today! Could've went for Latin Hiphop (but it still wasn't Bryan! Where on earth is he, man?) but I went to eat (Jollibean!) &amp; looked into the class, hahaha. Saw Rachel! &amp; for video groove I saw Kailin(: Haven't seen her for such a long time! She looks different, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I'm coughing. Ah crap. &amp; my shoulders are aching too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Yeah video groove was fun! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH. Yeah, we went to Eastpoint during MMM today (details next time. Hurry finish up this part) &amp; we went for lunch at BK. Wanyee &amp; I went to Studio Wu to get the schedule (cause she wanted it. Sorry for not informing but it's at the third level! Go for classes there cause you might see me, mwaha) &amp; Emilin was there (her hair is not so bright now, haha). &amp; she recognizes me! Hahaha. It was like, STARE STARE STARE STARE "You're Limin right?" Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Anyway, anyway. Ishi's hair colour faded): It looks brown instead of red. Yeah. &amp; we learnt a new Jap term today. Ja-ma-ta! (I'm not sure how you spell it.) Heh heh. I only know ja-ne. (Ya, we talked to Ishi --" &amp; we're going for HOUSE on Saturday! Michael. Wheee. He seems nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all, ja-ne! Campfire tomorrow, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//end edit (040107)//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116783419652309850?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116783419652309850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116783419652309850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/vincitore.html' title='VINCITORE!((:'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116763085030742215</id><published>2007-01-01T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:38:37.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year(:</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was church in the morning &amp; the buses were so cold inside, it was like being in North Pole (&amp; to think we always complain when the weather is hot). Had to reach Kallang Theatre at 0745h so I had to wake up very early at 0530h. Roar. But serving was very fun. Was the first time we mingled proper with all the teachers/admin, so it was really, really cool. Teacher Mark looked kind of like David Aw(: Whee. Haha he's funny. Teacher (I don't know how his name's spelled, but it's pronouned as) YQ's hair is so nice! He has a plaited tail! So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games with the kids were not too bad. Had two kids (boys...) in my team who were quite problematic, but it turned out alright in the end. Service ended surprisingly quick (so we didn't get to play all the games, not even charades!) so we had to wait for the parents to fetch them. Then all the male teachers entertained the kids with some funny stuff, &amp; it was pretty cool all-in-all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. Met up with Mingjie, went for lunch, walked around Suntec area, bought sparklers, and went ahead to Marina Bay first to check out the bowling place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bowling area was so lousy. They didn't allow us to reserve, pool was out of order (ROAR!) &amp; it was so frigging expensive. $4.50 due to holiday rates. Shitty. But we had to wait damn long for the guys to arrive so Mingjie &amp; I went to their arcade (which wasn't very nice either). Played some stupid games (we even tried the toys catching one, &amp; I almost got a Piglet. Boo.) &amp; then the others arrived, who played the stupid games as well. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go to another arcade which is SO much better. CZPS sixone'ohtwo got into HIGH SCORES for the Photo-Find game! Hahahahaha. Amazing(: Then we got hungry &amp; decided to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this place WHICH WAS WHERE MY UNCLE'S OLD STEAMBOAT STORE USED TO BE! (If he was there I'm sure he would have charged us cheaper. &amp; gave us free drinks. His iced lemon tea was BIG &amp; awesome.) Steamboat was annoyingly HOT &amp; I got scalded by the butter (Wyemin put so much, I swore he deep-fried all his food). The skin's already peeled off, &amp; it's damn painful. Then we wanted to use the toilet &amp; after that six of us decided to play bowling at the bowling alley they had over there. It was $3, considered normal rates, so obviously they would've played. I just watched, though =D I can't bowl because my wrists can't take the weight. Pshawww. I like pool more, anyway =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. By the time we finished bowling it was almost 2300h, so we decided to go back to Esplanade. Buses were taking very long to reach, so we WALKED. From Marina Bay to Esplanade area. Hahaha. We didn't reach Esplanade in the end, but we got an EXTREMELY good view of the fireworks. We were practically right UNDERNEATH it. &amp; they were so pretty! Haha. Got a lot of photos of the fireworks but they aren't uploaded yet. Guanjie recorded the WHOLE 8 minutes of fireworks display, &amp; they were soooo gorgeous. I love fireworks(: They make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we decided to go Esplanade PROPER. But it was such a frigging long walk back to Marina Bay MRT. An hour okay! City Hall was super crowded. Haha. Was damn tired by the time we reached. I wanted to go Downtown East (because there's food &amp; there's you-know-who &amp; it's near my house!) but the others didn't want to. Roar you all. Cabbed home with Viv/Jingfeng/Audrey (Viv's cousin) at roughly 0300h+ leaving Celesta alone with Kangyu/Mingjie/Wyemin. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically yesterday/today morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S DO THIS AGAIN NEXT YEAR! WHEEE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be in the next post. Haven't upload/edit/crop them yet. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my body clock's screwed up again. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found out that Ishi has a red car (red, was it? He's such a red fanatic), he's very pessimistic (which is very unlike him when he dances. Roar), &amp; he's a Dunmanian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's fine, except the last part. Why a Dunmanian! If he's from Dunman Secondary, then I'm pretty okay. But if he's from Dunman High, then I'll be damn sad. Why Dunman High!? I hate that school |: Hahaha. It hasn't really given me a good impression overall. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I'm quite sure he's an Easterner. I think. Both Dunmans are in the east, right? Though it's not entirely safe to judge based on that. Maybe he moved north. Or west. Or somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR. I don't like DHS. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be in some other crappy junior college too ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's a November baby(: YAY. I knew November babies rock. Mwahahaha. But he's a Scorpio &amp; I'm a Sagittarius. Oh well. NOVEMBER! WHEE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border:3px black solid" src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/th_ishi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You see. He's too cute to be a pessimist. &amp; he really is very depressing. Sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Like. His. Hair. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//end edit//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116763085030742215?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116763085030742215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116763085030742215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year(:'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116748163309785036</id><published>2006-12-30T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:27:13.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughs.</title><content type='html'>I love 'Whose Lines'. It never fails to crack me up no matter how many countless times I've watched &amp; re-watched. Ryan is the BEST. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b292/rayn27/th_33837293664970l.jpg" style="border:3px solid black"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am drowning in his cuteness.&lt;/b&gt; YUNI &amp; HANNAH! He's taller than me okay): Stands at 179cm, 7cm taller than me! Hahaha. I'm happy =D But I guess he slouches a little, so that's why he seems shorter than me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you actually believe that tomorrow marks the end of 2006? Looking back, it has been a fruitful year, despite all the countless setbacks &amp; unhappiness here &amp; there. There's been a lot to be thankful for, &amp; I'm pretty sure next year's gonna be just fine(: It'll be difficult, doubtless, but that's just the initial approach. When inertia sets in (think Ms Tee), go with the flow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of people I want to thank &amp; show my appreciation for, but they're a tad too many. I'm glad for all you people who've impacted my life, no matter how small it seems(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a goodbye 2006 &amp; hello 2007 for tomorrow(: Bowling/steamboat/countdown-at-I-don't-know-where with the lovely sixone'ohtwo is &lt;i&gt;le love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have half a mind to go Downtown East tomorrow, actually. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to pray that Vincitore official day one will end early, so that I can go for New School Hiphop &amp; drown in more of his cuteness. Muaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within is on tv again. They should show something else ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116748163309785036?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116748163309785036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116748163309785036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/laughs.html' title='laughs.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116726784138765885</id><published>2006-12-28T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:25:40.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vincitore day one.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was hella boring. Can't believe I actually woke up at an unearthly hour of 0600h just for that. Yawns &amp; double yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole day was mostly HELLO-MY-FRIENDS-HOW-HAVE-YOU-BEEN-?/talking/talking/more talking. (&amp; please note, the talkings aren't done by us.) Sitting down in the hall was torturous (you know how your hips tend to get exhausted after cross-legging for so long?) &amp; because we aren't in a girls' school any longer, I can't sit like how we used to in TKGhall because THERE ARE GUYS! Sigh. I guess it's the first time we actually live up to our motto - &lt;b&gt;Demure&amp;Resolute, &lt;i&gt;Moribus Modestus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. (I actually remembered. Wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the talks were interesting though. Like the Literature one (: Which made me so tempted to take Lit, but I think I'll pass. Which made it a waste for me to take lit as my pure humanities in upper sec, but I'm just better at Math/Science. So Econ, it is. The HOD/Literature lady was.. wow. Her mannerism &amp; charisma likened to that of an Elizabethan period noble, &amp; I like! Her voice was nice too. Haha. Quote unquote 'I respond very well to "Your Majesty".' HAHAHA. &amp; another quote unquote 'People who study Literature are the more sought-after people.'" Cue smiling face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China Studies in English sounded damn cool too (even though I'm not exactly a fan of China people). But I didn't choose it as my H1 in the end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a HUGE bunch of green! I had no idea so many people got posted to MJC. Hahaha. Me/Boon/Gee/YQ/Josephine/Aradhna/Cher are those from 4e5'06. Then there's some from band (oh the Good Lord forbid), 4e4, 4e8, 4e9. 4e9 had quite a bit too - Kat/Janice/Stephanie Tan/Clarissa/Naqiah (sp?) are who I remembered seeing. Oh, &amp; I think a couple from 4e6/7 too. The triple science people probably got into VJ/some other top JCs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCERS WHO GOT IN! Me/Wanyee/Kat/Jacq Ow/Siwei(: JOIN DANCE OKAY! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Wanting's there too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO. ANYONE'S OPTING FOR H2 PHY/CHEM/MATH &amp; H1 ECON? ((:&lt;/b&gt; I know Wanyee is. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to watch DN2 now. (: GOOD MORNING L! I LOVE YOU(: &amp; I'm joining as member of Studio Wu too! HALLELUJAH! (I'm so high now, I think it's the Cocoa Puffs cereal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought. Have you ever wondered why abbreviations are meant to shorten certain terms, but the word itself is so long? &amp; why the acronym "LASER" is found in an English-word dictionary? Such irony can only be found in English people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, LASER stands for Light Amplification Stimulated by Emission of Radiation. If my memory doesn't fail me, of course. Isn't that interesting? (: I do my homework, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio Wu after was awesomely fun. Though I have to admit, Reggae isn't my kind of style. It's fun, doubtless, just not me. I miss Street Jazz): I want Bryan. He's pure entertainment, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; well, MTV was plain hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I made a new friend! Except that I don't know her name. Hahahaha. So stupid. HI I'M LIMIN. NICE TO MEET YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's rained like mad before New School Hiphop. First time after so many rainy days that I wished it didn't rain. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SPOILERS AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL.)&lt;br /&gt;DEATH NOTE 2 WAS G-O-O-D! Light dies before L, so I'm happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, compared to the last one, DN2 was more different from the anime. It had a lot of stuff taken out, which were rather important bits in the anime (like for instance, M &amp; N). A female newscaster was given the task as Kira instead of the guy whose name I've forgotten. &amp; Light got caught almost immediately after L got an heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Light dies before L, so how is that possible, right? BECAUSE L IS A GENIUS, DAMMIT! He sacrificed his own life &amp; wrote down his name in the Death Note, that he'll die peacefully in a sleep 20 days later (after Light dies) - so noble, right? Everybody now: awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically they set a trap for Light (HAHAHA. BAKA!). I was S-O happy when L came walking down the stairs &amp; everything, because I was seriously sad when he 'died'. Ahh. The way he died was really heart-wrenching, though ): Watari died too. The way he died was really cute; he had his fist over his heart as though he was saying a pledge. Lol. Such loyalty &amp; patriotism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, afterthoughts. I really can't stand Light. I just find his sense of righteousness too overwhelming for me. To some extent, I think he doesn't really deserve to die (that particular scene was quite sad, but L's sadder), but then again, what he did isn't entirely right &amp; justified. I acknowledge his wish &amp; desire to form a Utopian-world, where evil will never triumph, but that doesn't give him any rights to go killing off people. It's kind of ironic that his name's 'Light' when all that happened to him caused him to fall into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how humans, who are the imperfect beings on earth, strive so hard to achieve Godlike status. It's humanly impossible, &amp; the lone process of striving will just make you utterly insane. Look at what happened to Light. Ever since he got hold of that kind of power, he became so corrupted &amp; evil he failed to even notice he himself is doing the most evil. If murdering people is a crime, I don't see why Kira is any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I'm not the sort who'll take any actions against criminals if given the power/chance to. Life, is but a precious thing, &amp; no one can ever take it away from them. It's one thing to throw it away, it's another to forcefully take it. Besides, everyone should be given a chance to repent &amp; reform. Isn't there a saying that there's both good &amp; evil in you? Even if you're the most evil person on earth that the devil wants you badly, I'm sure there's a speck of goodness in you, no matter how small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Note really showed a lot of humanity's ugly side. Like how power can corrupt you &amp; use it mindlessly for your own selfish gains. &amp; how people can become so delusional with it. &amp; yet, L's there to remind us that evil doesn't triumph, &amp; never will! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a thought-provoking plot, actually. The last scene of the movie shows Light's family quite torn apart because of Light's death, which real reason was kept secret by Yagami-senior (he told them that Kira killed Light, which is ironic, yet again). &amp; you can't help but notice, despite how awesomely good &amp; favoured Kira seems to be in the community, he'll never be accepted in total willingness. Loved ones of those who died under Kira's hands, I'm pretty positive they hate Kira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm not making much sense here. Hahaha. I have more to say actually, but I'm damn tired now. Just got home after being outside from 1000h &amp; I'm frigging tired (legs/feet/arms aching). Studio Wu was awesomely fun! Except that Ishi took over Bryan's lesson so Latin Hiphop wasn't gay-funny! ): Bah. &lt;s&gt;HANNAH MISSED ISHI! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I played pool today again(: I love pool! Hahaha. &amp; I won all 3 games(: Heh. I'm so favoured, man(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be midnight soon. Goodnight, everybody(: Sweet dreams (&amp; may the Good Lord bless y'all!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//end edit//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116726784138765885?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116726784138765885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116726784138765885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/vincitore-day-one.html' title='vincitore day one.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116695632597832405</id><published>2006-12-24T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:32:06.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are the reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;As little children&lt;br /&gt;We would dream of Christmas morn&lt;br /&gt;Of all the gifts and toys&lt;br /&gt;We knew we'd find&lt;br /&gt;But we never realized&lt;br /&gt;A baby born one blessed night&lt;br /&gt;Gave us the greatest gift of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the reason&lt;br /&gt;That He gave His life&lt;br /&gt;We were the reason&lt;br /&gt;That He suffered and died&lt;br /&gt;To a world that was lost&lt;br /&gt;He gave all He could give&lt;br /&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years went by&lt;br /&gt;We learned more about gifts&lt;br /&gt;The giving of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;And what that means&lt;br /&gt;On a dark and cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;A man hung crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;All because of love, all because of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found the reason for living&lt;br /&gt;It's in giving every part of my heart to Him&lt;br /&gt;In all that I do every word that I say&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving my all just for Him, for Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my reason to live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33. We sang that for service today. The stage set-up was gorgeous, &amp; the atmosphere was great. Christmas - it's such a lovely holiday, celebrating our Saviour, remembering what He did on the cross 2006 years ago. Lovee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/73/331661804_855b746d5f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/331661801_7a93a76466_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/331661802_5c383ed46a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/90/331661800_18d7569b32_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/331666906_adb763b36c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Overview. (I was behind the video/sound people.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Preparing for praise &amp; worship.&lt;br /&gt;3. While preaching.&lt;br /&gt;4. Random. I liked the lights.&lt;br /&gt;5. During altar call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas tomorrow, &amp; Studio Wu isn't open. They aren't open on Boxing Day either, so it's two days without dance. Wednesday's MJ VINCITORE day one, &amp; then Studio Wu after (so please let us go home at 1500h), &amp; 28th's the day I'm looking forward to the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/331666908_f947cdc5cf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/331666905_49aeb1120b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limin loves L. &lt;s&gt;(All hail alliteration.)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, everyone(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116695632597832405?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116695632597832405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116695632597832405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-are-reason_24.html' title='we are the reason'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/73/331661804_855b746d5f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116675479284126687</id><published>2006-12-22T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:33:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been sleeping at the ideal time I wanted. These past nights had been tossing/turning/sleepy-but-not-asleep/more tossing/more turning. Maybe it's because I washed my hair. Or it could be that chalet conked up my body clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it's becoming more draining just to even breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;how she'd wished&lt;br /&gt;to breathe the air &amp; fly away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116675479284126687?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116675479284126687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116675479284126687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116633070852594001</id><published>2006-12-17T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:19:40.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things about guys.</title><content type='html'>(Those in red are just what I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;51 things girls don't know about guys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys hate sluts. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" are two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Aww. This is sweet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all &amp; makes it up as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp; I think vice-versa too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're going for the let-her-complain-to-you-&amp;-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-&amp;-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to. &lt;font color="red"&gt;This is kind of obsessive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved. &lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp; I thought only girls need to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think. &lt;font color="red"&gt;But I NEVER see their emotional sides because they don't want to show it! Seriously!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?! Uh.. Never mind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. &amp; he'll assume he did something wrong &amp; he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Hahaha, yeah. They usually go "Uh.." or "So.." or "You know ah.." &amp; we'll be there going "Mmhm?" Very, very annoying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Haha, this is funny.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Don't we see it all in dramas?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Or maybe they're just mean?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;23. Guys will brag about anything. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Yes, EVERYTHING &amp; ANYTHING. Or well, at least some of the guys I know do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;26. Guys seek for advice from girls, not from other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then they're all confused. &lt;font color="red"&gt;THIS IS FUNNY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;28. Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love &amp; hurt, he won't be mature &amp; grown up.&lt;br /&gt;30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;31. No matter how much guys talk about asses &amp; boobs, personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys learn from experience, not from the romance books that girls read &amp; take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate &amp; being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;34. If a guy looks unusually calm &amp; laid back, he's probably faking it &amp; is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that. &lt;font color="red"&gt;But it tends to get a bit irritating if he goes on &amp; on &amp; on about her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come &amp; listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;37. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous &amp; likes you. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Awww.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something. &lt;font color="red"&gt;You know, when they do that, it's scary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do. &lt;font color="red"&gt;LOL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated &amp; give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more. &lt;font color="red"&gt;Girls hate being led on too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys really think that girls are strange &amp; have unpredictable decisions &amp; are MAD confusing, but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;50. No guy can handle all his problems by his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;51. Not all guys are bastards. Just because ONE is a jackass doesn't mean he represents ALL of them. &lt;font color="red"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. This is so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I might be getting an iPod/MP3 soon! Yay. (At least I hope I do.) Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Last night at Eastpoint after dinner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Challenger's:&lt;br /&gt;Me (to dad): You know, they sell MP3s here.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Hah. Really ah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya. Very cheap now leh, MP3s (yes, I break into Singlish. Sad, but true).&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Okay lorh. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while:&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Eh, going home now. Get the membership card from (my brother) then come back &amp; buy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Eh, MP3s. -points to the section-&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Aiya. You want MP3s for what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Listen to music lah, then.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: -looks at the iPods-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -looks with him-&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You want which kind, this kind or this kind? -points to MP3s then iPods-&lt;br /&gt;Me: iPods easier to look for songs lah.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oh, really ah. -continues looking-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: 1GB enough right.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't know leh.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: -continues looking- Aiya, next time come back then see lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLE! Was that a hint? Hahaha. Yay, I'm so happy now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, Studio Wu at Eastpoint was having their open house(: Didn't manage to catch their performance because no one was with me): But Yuni &amp; I went for J/K pop! (Mainly because it was ISHI. Hahaha.) Their new studios are not that bad, just that the corridors are very small &amp; very cramped. I like their floors! So nice to piroutte on - no blisters &amp; no ripped skins on your toes (oh, I remember the days when Ms Sharon was around, everyone had to plaster up for fear of having the skin 'floor-burned' off. Scary stuff, the WHOLE skin just came out. Eek). I want):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ISHI IS HOT. Right, Yuni? xD Hahaha. I'm so mesmerized by his dancing &amp; I was telling Yuni, "I WANT MY BOYFRIEND TO DANCE LIKE ISHI!" Yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.studiowu.com/content/instructors/images/thumbnails/ishi_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't exactly a very flattering picture of him. Oh well. Got it from Studio Wu's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a joke about Adam &amp; Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A teacher in a Sunday school asked her students, "Can anyone tell me the story about Adam &amp; Eve?" One student raised up her hand &amp; said, "After God made Adam, He looked at him &amp; said, 'I think I can do better the next time round.'"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GIRLS, BE HONOURED! God carefully molded us into "aesthetically beautiful beings"  while He just "squeezed &amp; punched" Adam into shape. Now, don't you love God? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS A BLESSED DAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I managed to change my piano lessons from Wednesdays to Saturdays, which means I can still go for Studio Wu next year! &amp; I was so scared that it can't be changed because I really want to go for the dance. So I prayed, &amp; praise God, they called me at about 1300h, which was 3 hours after my piano ended, &amp; told me that they've changed it! Talk about 2006 being an accelerated year! Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, I've got my MP3! Initially, my dad wanted me to get the 2GB one, but then it was out of stock. But because I wanted it b-a-d-l-y, he bought me the 4GB one (which was the only one in stock, I presumed)! From "business class" to "first-class"! Comparing with the 2GB one, which fetched $248, the 4GB one was much cheaper ($348). &amp; it comes with FMRadio/picture storage, &amp; the sound quality is absolutely superb. I love this MP3 now, haha. It's Samsung, by the way. iPod looks kind of normal now (hell, it's sound quality pales in comparison with the Samsung MP3s). I got it at COURTS Megastore, by the way (it was less crowded than IKEA Tampines, though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, it was raining so heavily when we got out of COURTS, &amp; my dad didn't park his car in the carpark. So we had to wait quite a bit for the rain to stop, but it was such a major downpour, it didn't look as if it was going to stop anytime soon. &amp; I was hungry, so if the rain didn't stop quickly, it'll be one damned hell of a wait. So I prayed! (Prayers work wonders. Thank You for listening to my prayers, always.) &amp; in about.. I wasn't sure, 5 minutes? The rain became a drizzle, so we could run to the car(: (Okay, so you geologists might disagree it's God's work, but I'm damn sure of it.) Praise &amp; glory to the Lord, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how blessed I am? (: I feel so loved. Yay. I want to bring more people to church &amp; get to know God &amp; His Son! So work through me, make me a blessing to multitudes of people, amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy now. Hahaha. I'll be dancing from Mondays-Wednesdays, &amp; Fridays too! Thursdays &amp; Sundays are reserved for church, &amp; Saturdays' rest days(: Piano is nothing much, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd - Ruilin's church is having a Christmas service at Kallang Theatre, someone go with me? (:&lt;br /&gt;24th - NCC CHRISTMAS SERVICE AT SINGAPORE INDOOR STADIUM!&lt;br /&gt;25th - CHRISTMAS! CHRIST-Makes-All-Saved!&lt;br /&gt;27th - I'm off to MJC for orientation/subjects sign up (or something like that). Funny, I know, why not on the 3rd, right? VINCITORE!&lt;br /&gt;28th - possibly DN2 movie date with Wanting &amp; Ruiqi! (We'll have to meet up very, very early so we can get tickets ASAP. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;31st - NCC NEW YEAR SERVICE AT SINGAPORE INDOOR STADIUM &amp; sixone'ohtwo 2007 COUNTDOWN! (Please go to Benjamin Sheares Bridge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I'm so blessed. A GBHFDLCOG, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//end edit//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116633070852594001?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116633070852594001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116633070852594001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-about-guys.html' title='things about guys.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116624124329740781</id><published>2006-12-16T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:55:37.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA.</title><content type='html'>OMG &lt;a href="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a163/orangesole/sixoneo2czps.jpg"&gt;LOOK&lt;/a&gt;. Xianghong did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so small back then! (THE GUYS! HAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, looking at the differences between now &amp; four years ago, I can safely say we've matured A LOT. So much prettier &amp; handsomer(: [BOOST YOUR EGO FOR ONCE, C'MON.] &amp; we're still one big sixone'ohtwo family, which is simply awesome so I love you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we've got countdown coming up! I counted the times we've met up this year, &amp; including countdown (which is still tentative, by the way), it'll be the fifth time we meet up this year! How cool is that?! First, we had the bowling at Marina, then it was CNY at Mr Sim's house, then Teachers' Day, &amp; finally chalet. AWWW I LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Hannah's in Bangalore &lt;s&gt;(to find some rich Indians, haha)&lt;/s&gt; so now there's only Yuni &amp; I for Studio Wu. (&amp; Yuni ditched - haha - me yester-night so I had to go for dance on my own, but hey, it was ISHI, so I didn't mind! &amp; I was wearing the same colour shirt as him! I rock, man. &lt;s&gt;OKAY FINE, SHALLOW REASONING, IS IT WRONG TO LIKE A GUY WHO DANCES SO WELL?&lt;/s&gt;) &amp; when she's back, Yuni'll be in Genting. Me? Stuck in sunny Singapore. Sigh. (Hey, alliteration.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible study was right immediately after dance, so I had to rush like mad to get to ROCK. (Sometimes I wish they'll relocate ROCK so it's nearer to the entrance of Suntec.) Missed P&amp;W, but thank you Mingjie for reserving a seat for me. Haven't been hearing Pastor Joshua's messages for awhile now, it's mostly Pastor Prince/Lian for Sundays. SO FUNNY. Hahaha. It was about relationships &amp; all, about keeping Christ as the center of all(: Then I saw Eugene's mum (who looks so damn young she doesn't look like one who had 2 kids. Really!) &amp; we went for supper at Bedok Market (BA CHOR MEE! Hahaha. I miss that place). Then home, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking, what does it take to be my friend? I make friends easily, no doubt, but to have someone I call as 'best friends' isn't really quite easy (because you see, the term itself is so subjective; you may treat someone as your best friend, but that person might not see you in the same light). Then I was thinking, good friends? Close friends? A few, yes, but within the social circle that I possess, it seems like a pathetic few. The rest are what I suppose, just friends. People whom I'm comfortable talking with, but just not everything under the sun. Ultimately, I guess I'm just being too wary. (I've been betrayed once, &amp; I don't like the feeling at all. Then again, who does?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're one of my good friends if;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I talk random stuff to you even though you probably can't continue the topic.&lt;br /&gt;- I ignore you even though there's nothing wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;- I sing (not hum) in front of you even though my voice is really bad on that day.&lt;br /&gt;- I tease/insult you in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;- I tell you who I like (which, I mostly keep mum about).&lt;br /&gt;- I show you my ugly side (getting out of bed, eating un-glam-ly etc).&lt;br /&gt;- I eat your food when you can't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;- I can have un-awkward silences with you.&lt;br /&gt;- I hit you, real hard.&lt;br /&gt;- I act stupid in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I'm sorry, but I'll have to see why I want to be friends with you. If you fulfill at least one, then hello, my friend. If all, you're truly, truly, Godsend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm going to fall sick (again). You know that ominous feeling you get before falling drastically ill? Yeah, that's how I'm feeling right now. Sore throat/occasional runny nose (more like sinus, actually, but I don't have it) = moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life in abun&lt;B&gt;DANCE&lt;/B&gt;, people. Adious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116624124329740781?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116624124329740781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116624124329740781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/haha.html' title='HAHA.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116605776020556505</id><published>2006-12-14T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:56:00.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ!</title><content type='html'>HELLO, I'M A FUTURE MERIDIAN, NICE TO MEET YOU(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so happy now! I think MJ would've suited me better than VJ after all(: All glory &amp; praise to the King, I'm sure this is the best for me(: Hallelujahhhhh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116605776020556505?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116605776020556505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116605776020556505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/mj.html' title='MJ!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116589559658201484</id><published>2006-12-12T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:56:05.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>december loves.</title><content type='html'>In case I don't have the mood/don't want to blog, I'll just give thanks now for this year(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4e5'06&lt;/b&gt;, for sticking together throughout this year. Class champion for Sports Day 2006! Yay. We know we rock &lt;s&gt;lah&lt;/s&gt;, even though our dearest FMs think otherwise. =D &amp; I'm glad I got to know the people in this class a hell lot more better this year(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TKGDance&lt;/b&gt;, because we're dancers &amp; we rock your socks. Hah. Okay, kidding. But these years in dance club have been kickass awesome. All those time we suffered muscles aches &amp; all, they were worth it(: &amp; I truly thank God for dance club, because I'm damn sure we're the best CCA ever, &amp; I can say that I have no regrets joining dance at all (even though we ended up with a lousy teacher-IC/screwed up system).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Danse Feline Sur Cordes&lt;/b&gt;, where dance wasn't empowered over by drama (like 2 years ago. Honestly, the four nights were a nightmare. The spotlight was on drama, literally) &amp; it was so much fun performing with stringe! Though the whole process of practicing/putting on makeup/wearing the cats costume/&amp; more practicing was damn tiring, it was well worth it, aye? Remember all those recess/after school/VT practices, &amp; the time where we had to paint our shoes.. Surreal, doubtless, but nevertheless enjoyable. &amp; those muscles aches! (Thank you ZAN for massaging.) &amp; when THE night came, it came &amp; went like in a flash, &amp; it was a BLAST. (I love pixiebobs, hehheh.) It's definitely something I'll remember &amp; treasure forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TKGDance farewell&lt;/b&gt;, which the juniors put in so much effort in organizing(: Thank you guys so, so much, y'all made my day! All the gifts/food/games, &amp; who can forget the wacky drama &amp; g.nat's evil laughter? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NCC Children Ministry&lt;/b&gt;, where I can serve my Father God, &amp; where I had a lot of fun (even though sometimes it felt quite dead because there's no kids marking attendance, so all of us were bored. LOL). Thank you all the teachers/teammates (my group expanded! Now we have 6 people in total! Praise God!). &amp; though some of the kids are really troublesome ones/I wanted Laughs at first, I can safely say Children's is really, very awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixone'ohtwo&lt;/b&gt;, meeting up for Chinese New Year/Teachers' Day/chalet! Ahh I love you guys so, so much. REALLY. I'm so glad we managed to stay in contact &amp; still remain as friendly as ever (if not closer) even though we've separated into different schools &amp; all. We so rock &lt;s&gt;lah&lt;/s&gt;. Kudos to those who organized all these gatherings! We MUST continue meeting up for the rest of our lives man. Like what Vivienne said, &lt;i&gt;"set Guinness World Record"&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe one day we'll meet up with our kids &amp; everything &amp; acknowledge all of us as godpas/godmas. HAHAHA. But that'll be so cool, man. It's so incredible to see all of us so still so bonded together, able to just start a conversation so easily despite not seeing each other for months apart. &amp; it's like we can share secrets with each other so easily because we trust each other with them. I LOVE SIXONE'OHTWO! It's the best class in the entire world &lt;s&gt;lah&lt;/s&gt;. Wheee. Typing about sixone makes me happy =D &amp; at the end of this year, we're going to have a COUNTDOWN! We must, WE MUST!(: About a quarter of the class are for it, so GO, GO! &amp; at 18, we're going to have a booze party! Well, at least, supposedly. &amp; can see all the guys bald (LOL). Hahaha, but that's not the point, aye? Looking back, being in sixone'ohtwo is a huga-licious tremendous blessing from God. (I guess it's because most of us known each other since P3, that's why we have such a strong bond.) If I didn't love sixone'ohtwo so much, I bet I'll hate it with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Studio Wu&lt;/b&gt;, because without it, I won't be able to &lt;s&gt;see Ishi&lt;/s&gt; spend my holidays to do something productive (: &amp; it's been such a long time since I danced, so yes, THANK YOU. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All my friends&lt;/b&gt;, because that's what I go to school for. Without you guys, school will be just a chore. Thank you all, I love you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31/10 bus gang&lt;/b&gt;, FOR BEING THE RETARDEST GROUP OF PEOPLE EVER ALIVE! The time we went home together are just so classic. (Especially Gee/Siying, who always give us free shows.) I'm so glad we live near each other &amp; have company when going home. I love you all too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;291 gang&lt;/b&gt;, &amp; you guys know why. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nekko&lt;/b&gt;, my stupid stray cat, because he's so adorable! -SQUEAL- You should see him when my mum's mopping the floor; he'll skid &amp; slid &amp; fall all over, so FUNNY. Awwww. &amp; when he's sleeps, he's like the cutest being ever alive. LOL. &amp; he's so warm/fluffy/ticklish-cute to carry. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't remember anymore. Hahaha. But most importantly, I thank God for sending Christ to save us 2006 years ago on the cross. I'm truly blessed to be born in this era, where I have my Lord &amp; Saviour in me. I'm the BENJAMIN GENERATION! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2007 is but a few weeks away(: A bit excited, but a little scared too. Who knows what next year's going to bring us? Definitely a whole new school environment - new friends, new teachers, new everything. But I know I've got someone great looking after me &amp; taking care of me(: So whom shall I fear? =D May great peace descend upon all of us(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Well, anyway, I'm looking forward to 2007. It's quite pointless to keep looking back &amp; not go forward, isn't it? Take a step, &amp; you might see something extraordinary. So, be brave, comrades, we'll stick it through(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so, my 2007 resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spend at least an hour reading the Bible/knowing God. (Yes, yes, I shall. I will commit at least that amount of time to Him every day even if I'm really tired on that day. Because He refreshes(: Amen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, haven't really thought. But, oh well. We'll see what happens. The future's uncertain, that's for sure, but why fear, right? (: Think &lt;i&gt;My Sassy Neighbour&lt;/i&gt; - "AYE! MUST BE POSITIVE!" =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th - BIBLE STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;17th - CHURCH!&lt;br /&gt;24th - CHRISTMAS SERVICE AT SINGAPORE INDOOR STADIUM!&lt;br /&gt;25th - CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;31st - NEW YEAR SERVICE AT SINGAPORE INDOOR STADIUM (&amp; I'm serving)! &amp; tentative SIXONE'OHTWO 2007 COUNTDOWN! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy now. -SINGS- Someone buy me a diary for 2007. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116589559658201484?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116589559658201484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116589559658201484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-loves.html' title='december loves.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116567608440045411</id><published>2006-12-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:58:22.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studiowu/eastpoint.</title><content type='html'>Studio Wu hasn't finished the renovation at Eastpoint! I'm so sad): I thought they've already finished building the whole studio &amp; everything so at least people can start booking, but there wasn't no one. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS HOPING AT LEAST ISHI WOULD BE THERE OR SOMETHING BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went around exploring Eastpoint (I mean, honestly, who goes to Eastpoint?!) &amp; it's actually quite interesting! The good shops are all tucked away &amp; isolated from the main areas. HAH. See, how undiscovered that mall is? It's the most boring mall ever in Singapore. ($#^@$#%&amp;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ISHI IS TEACHING HIPHOP AT STUDIO WU (EP) ON MONDAY! I'm so happy((: I missed Ishi's lessons when I was at the chalet - MTV/Hiphop/Street Jazz. ): But the company made up for it(: I LOVE SIXONE'OHTWO. They make me happy!(: Yay. I'm so blessed to be in this class man. No regrets whatsoever(: I swear we're the most bonded class ever in the history of CZPS (no, really, how many other classes have a twice-yearly gathering since graduation? =D). We rock, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I have piano early in the morning tomorrow, but I haven't finished my composition yet. &amp; I'm so lazy to just write it out like that, I'm going to play on the piano &amp; put in all the notes. Gr. I hate composition): &amp; speaking of which, my piano teacher's contract will expire this year, so I'll be having a new one next year): I'm kind of apprehensive about it considering I've had her for almost 2 years &amp; I'm used to her. I guess the only good thing I got out of it is that my lessons won't be on Sundays anymore(: Changed to Wednesdays, which means I can go for first service/serve in the morning at PK. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. Ah. Sometimes change isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Poly sent me a letter. Something about a seminar. Hahahaha. They're just wasting paper because I have no intention of joining a Poly, let alone one that's SO DAMN FAR from my house. &amp; actually, I have no idea why I put VJ for my first choice. I should've stuck with my decision &amp; put MJ instead. Oh well. If I were to join dance again, I should've put TJ, but I don't want TJ. But Studio Wu goes to TJ for dance trainings &amp; the likes (or so I've heard)! So tempting! (Maybe Ishi goes there to teach! Aww D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA. I'll just wait for the postings to come out (when is it again? 14th or 17th?) &amp; see what happens. Maybe I'll get posted to MJ (which I won't mind seeing that there's so many of my friends wanting to go there =D), or maybe the system's screwed up that all the 6-pointers who applied to VJ won't get it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat chance, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so deprived of exercise now. The last time I actually perspired was on Wednesday where we went blading, but that was more of like out of fear. Lol. But I need to get my muscles back! My inner thigh/arms/calves are all so flabby now. Eeek. Disgusting, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISHI ON MONDAYYY. I'm so excited(: &amp; now Hannah likes Ishi too (....). Ishi is my LOVE. You can have Yutaki with Yuni. Mwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I know I sound like a teeny-booper, but SERIOUSLY, Ishi is cute. Hahahahaha. Okay, shut up Limin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116567608440045411?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116567608440045411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116567608440045411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/studiowueastpoint.html' title='studiowu/eastpoint.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116549027009903068</id><published>2006-12-07T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:17:07.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet!</title><content type='html'>Back from chalet, &amp; I'm lazy to type out everything. I'll just post photos because there's too much to type, &amp;amp; like I said, I'm lazy. I'll tell you if you ask me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/100/316417370_10820589eb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/101/316409572_55bb9fb778_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/112/316296729_8a40b3c16b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/118/316296734_2b7a03f740_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/110/316398809_662e200171_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/104/316404638_e8e7c8e50c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/100/316398804_9bd51f3a86_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/110/316398806_656a4d5cc5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/106/316398802_475f7638d5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/108/316283941_941519c5e0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/118/316417373_5b1a0d43e5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/102/316294433_e2a43563d6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/111/316398811_8689dfa270_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/116/316294437_0a1972285b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/113/316283944_c93df1c183_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/113/316398807_1ca14370f4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/120/316417371_fe24124b43_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/111/316283942_475936c620_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Those who went on the 1st night (Xianghong's).&lt;br /&gt;2. While playing Murderer. &amp; Chaihong's extra face.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleeping Beauties - Xianghong/Pinrui/Wyemin!&lt;br /&gt;4. With Chaihong/Suzanne/Wyemin/Ruilin (&amp; Chaihong moved, dammit).&lt;br /&gt;5. Wyemin is TALL! &amp; Suzanne wasn't looking into my cam.&lt;br /&gt;6. With Mingjie. Brother-in-Christ &amp; a New Creation-er!&lt;br /&gt;7. It's Limin &amp; Minli &amp;amp; we rock. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;8. Celesta who changed from a quiet girl to a rocker! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;9. Ju Khuan whom I haven't seen for AGES.&lt;br /&gt;10. Michelle the ang ku kueh!&lt;br /&gt;11. The guys while playing Indian Poker (Xianghong's).&lt;br /&gt;12. The BBQ-fire!&lt;br /&gt;13. Pretending to be statues (&amp; Chaihong moved, dammit AGAIN!).&lt;br /&gt;14. Woonyee the ditz!&lt;br /&gt;15. Chaihong with his buckteeth.&lt;br /&gt;16. With Vivienne. Neighbours &amp; primary/secondary schoolmates!&lt;br /&gt;17. Chaihong with a monkeyface playing Indian Poker (Xianghong's).&lt;br /&gt;18. The mini Bible Ruilin gave as a Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are blur because the one who took them moved): Oh well. Didn't take with some of them (Kangyu/Philip/Sheila/Pinrui/Jingfeng/Cheryl/Samantha..). Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we went blading on the second day &amp; played pool on the second night. DAMN FUN. I finally learnt both. Yay(: I shall beg my brother to teach me more pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much thank you to;&lt;br /&gt;Wyemin - for booking/organizing/planning everything.&lt;br /&gt;Mingjie - for teaching me blading &amp; pool! &amp;amp; buying Jalan Kayu pratas (LOL. We bought 40 in total but managed to finish them all in the end).&lt;br /&gt;Vivienne - for lending me money (I ran out of cash on the second day because of Jalan Kayu pratas. Funny stuff. Ask me &amp; I'll tell you.)&lt;br /&gt;Ruilin - for treating me to a drink &amp; that mini Bible!&lt;br /&gt;Jiafeng/Ruilin - for teaching us (Vivienne&amp;I) Mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;Chaihong - for being an annoying but very entertaining retard (he does the stupidest stuff ever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sixone'ohtwo(: The best class ever. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. STUDIO WU IS OPENING AT EASTPOINT! &amp; ISHI'S TEACHING HIPHOP! I'm so happy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116549027009903068?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116549027009903068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116549027009903068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/chalet.html' title='chalet!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116529572468959795</id><published>2006-12-05T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:15:24.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xt/57117719.jpg?v=1&amp;g=DSC&amp;amp;s=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I derive cheap thrills from irrelevant things like wedding cars &amp; the skies.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when people smile, cause it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the fact that there are people who cares for/loves me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that the world is actually prettier than what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;I like kiddish things like plushies &amp;amp; beanies.&lt;br /&gt;I find joy in peace &amp; tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;I adore taking photos &amp;amp; keeping them close.&lt;br /&gt;I am satisfied knowing that I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;He's looking out for me&lt;br /&gt;Blessing me with every step I take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;I am redeemed&lt;br /&gt;By His precious blood &amp; the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will see why I love Him so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smile, because you're worth it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count your blessings&lt;br /&gt;&amp; be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116529572468959795?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116529572468959795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116529572468959795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/smile.html' title='smile'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116522838775283458</id><published>2006-12-04T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:43:44.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADIDAS! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I WANT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adidas.com/images/productcatalogue/images/products/060972_F_x_r.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.adidas.com/images/productcatalogue/images/products/076180_F_x_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adidas.com/images/productcatalogue/images/products/397845_F_x_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adidas.com/images/productcatalogue/images/products/741531_F_x_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the &lt;i&gt;Stella McCartney&lt;/i&gt; pictures. There's this pair of pants that I really want, but it costs a frigging $239. It's going to take forever to get that kind of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt Singapore has them. The track pants &amp; the cap, maybe. I haven't seen the hoodie &amp;amp; the bag here yet):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully a factory sale for &lt;b&gt;Adidas&lt;/b&gt; will be held soon. I know Simei usually has them. The other time &lt;b&gt;Bods&lt;/b&gt; had one, but I missed it, &amp; I was sad. I.WANT.THAT.HOODIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, &lt;i&gt;SITEX 2006&lt;/i&gt; ended yesterday, so I can't get the $48 2GB-MemCard. Darn it. I was looking forward to the capacity so I can store music/photos in my Cybershot. But I guess I was too late. Besides, it's not as if I have the money, &amp; it's unlikely my brothers will buy for me. &amp; it's impossible to get a loan from my mum, considering how uptight she'll become when it comes to money. Oh, bother those pieces of papers/plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked my own pasta today. Yay. I should be a cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is it about you that's so mesmerizing&lt;br /&gt;That, try as hard as I might&lt;br /&gt;I can never get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Is it infatuation&lt;br /&gt;Or is it something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you see&lt;br /&gt;I really haven't got a clue&lt;br /&gt;What this is all about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116522838775283458?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116522838775283458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116522838775283458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/adidas-3.html' title='ADIDAS! &lt;3'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116506298804376768</id><published>2006-12-02T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:36:28.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;33</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. I'll just sum up today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Street Jazz&lt;/i&gt;/Dee Dee/sweat/tiring/died.&lt;br /&gt;Love/Yutaki! (But I'm loyal to my Ishi. HOHOHO.)&lt;br /&gt;7-11/100plus/treat for Yuni.&lt;br /&gt;MRT/Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;IKEA/crowded/hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Bus stop/34/27/DAMN LONG.&lt;br /&gt;Tampines/KFC/2-piece chicken/uncooked.&lt;br /&gt;291/home/bathe/sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically that was what happened today. Kudos to those who can decipher what I mean. I died in &lt;i&gt;Street Jazz&lt;/i&gt; &amp; it was only 'beginner'. &amp; the reasons being 1)I haven't danced for donkey years, 2)warm-up was terribly fast, 3)my flexibility is a total gone-case now, 4)SHE MADE US DO, LIKE WHAT, HUNDREDS OF HALF-SIT-UPS (I forgot what they're called)?! 5)it wasn't Bryan): Not that it'll make much difference, but I was looking forward to Bryan's class since he's actually pretty good, considering the fact that &lt;b&gt;he got a one-year ballet scholarship with Singapore Dance Theatre under Simonne Smiles&lt;/b&gt;. Plus he came to our school for a performance before, so I've seen him dance &amp; he's good. It's just his acting that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm damn tired out now. Calves/ankles/thighs are aching, but it actually feels good(: All these pain are so nostalgic. I wouldn't mind sacrificing another four years to be back in TKDance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE. TIME TO SLEEP (zzz).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116506298804376768?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116506298804376768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116506298804376768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/12/33.html' title='&lt;33'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116481287177937050</id><published>2006-11-29T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:21:20.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Studio Wu&lt;/i&gt; was F-U-N. But sadly I haven't been dancing for ages so I'm tired out now despite it being &lt;i&gt;MTV(Intro)&lt;/i&gt;. Gah. I need my stamina/muscles back. &amp; the pace was quite alright, kind of like &lt;i&gt;Jitterbugs'&lt;/i&gt;, but definitely much better. Capacity was just nice, about 20 people. &amp; I like their studios! Why can't TKGDance have floors like that, huh? Ours are &lt;b&gt;plastic-y&lt;/b&gt; &amp; bumpy &amp; always dirtied by the different classes because they wear their shoes in &amp; they're so muddy. &amp; dancers are the ones who have to clean the floor up. -BISH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, &lt;i&gt;MTV(Intro)&lt;/i&gt; was VERY fun. Although the 3 girls in front of me kept going backwards so I kept hitting the wall behind me (...), the steps were good, the instructor - ISHI! - was g-o-o-d (he's superbly hot when he dances xD), &amp; yeah, I like the whole thing(: I think I'll just stick with &lt;i&gt;Intro&lt;/i&gt; pace for now, to get back the whole dance feel again. May 15th was so damn long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was saying to Hannah (Yuni didn't come because she had diarrhea ): Aw man, she missed out big time. GET WELL SOON, DARLING! =D) on the way home, male dancers are so attractive(: Hohoho. (I'm so sorry, but I'm very biased towards dancers. Heh. No prizes for guessing right.) Their muscles are so niceeeeee. I want ): But I guess I'll look weird with them, hur. Wouldn't it be great if my future boyfriend's a dancer? ((((: Then can do Tango or some ballroom dance. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from fantasizing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXONE'OHTWO CHALET'S ON THE 5TH - 7TH! Which means I'll be missing out on &lt;i&gt;Latin Jazz&lt;/i&gt; a-g-a-i-n. &amp; maybe &lt;i&gt;MTV&lt;/i&gt; too ): But I can still go for &lt;i&gt;Hiphop&lt;/i&gt; ((((: But it'll be such a waste of my $90. Maybe I should go for Saturdays too since &lt;i&gt;Topshop&lt;/i&gt; hasn't called so I guess I won't be getting the job. AW MAN. So much for wanting to work in an apparel shop. I NEED THE MONEEEYYYYY. Someone give me a part-time job please (ANYTHING BUT WAITRESSING. Ugh, the last experience was horrid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, sixone'ohtwo gatherinnnnnnng! I miss those people((: It'll be great fun again, yay! &amp; sleepover, sleepover, sleepover! More like, stay over rather than sleepover, but OH WHAT THE HELL. Good company is priceless(: &amp; not forgetting 4e5'06 gathering next year too! YAY. LOVE LOVE LOVE. The best two classes I've ever been in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO VIVO SOON. The last time was so unproductive. &amp; I want my credit soon so I can get my camera. I can't find that lousy camera but I'm not very attached to it. BUT THE BATTERIES. Oh man. Those rechargable ones ): Che.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo. &lt;i&gt;Hiphop(Intro)&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow &amp; I'm looking forward to it! Though I'm disappointed we didn't get to book &lt;i&gt;Latin Jazz&lt;/i&gt; in time ): &amp; I'll be missing it next week ): But, what the hell. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. I'm back in love with male dancers again. HAHAHAH. How.. Bimbotic. |: (Oh yes, Yutaki is cute too. =DD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reread my whole post, &amp; I'm not liking the way I'm blogging. Hm. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because your smile lights up my day,&lt;br /&gt;I smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116481287177937050?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116481287177937050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116481287177937050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/mtv.html' title='MTV!'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116470284015530018</id><published>2006-11-28T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:13:31.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psh.</title><content type='html'>Holidays are boring. Kind of makes you wish that school ain't over yet. At least studying was fun. Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these days have been &lt;a href="http://www.mangavolume.com"&gt;manga&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. What's new, man. Ack. I seriously need something else to do. Making earrings can only entertain you this far. But, yes, I'm proud to announce that I've finished 329 chapters of &lt;i&gt;Flame of Recca&lt;/i&gt; in a span of less than one week. How's that for a read? (: But &lt;i&gt;Flame of Recca&lt;/i&gt; wasn't all that great. The ending was so unfulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. I'm so sick of manga now, maybe I should just pop into the library soon. Good ol' classics are &lt;i&gt;amore&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I need to go to &lt;i&gt;Heeren&lt;/i&gt; &amp; &lt;i&gt;Chinatown&lt;/i&gt; soon. Someone accompany me, please, I need my beads &amp; crystals soon. Otherwise I can't finish my earrings. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my &lt;i&gt;Crystal Jade&lt;/i&gt; birthday treat from my dad since I didn't get to go there for dinner on my birthday, &amp; was stuck at home since I was sick (pfft). &amp; speaking of which, &lt;b&gt;happy sixteenth, Phoebe!&lt;/b&gt;(: It's so good to have someone whose birthday's so near mine, &amp; I'm positively sure you're one friend whom I have no regrets knowing. &amp; please, you're not fat. All the best in VJ dance! I'll see you there if a miracle happens (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm not even sure if she'll read this since she seems to be in permanent cybernet hibernation. Hahaha. Oh well(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is pissing me off because we don't do housework. WTF. I do, okay. It's only that she doesn't see it because she isn't home. &amp; there's no point telling it to her because she doesn't appreciate it &amp; continues nagging at us as if we're supposed to devote our entire lifetime into doing housework. &amp; the way she says it, it's as though we're useless freaks who can't even do something as simple as washing the dishes (which, I must emphasize, I do) &amp; everything is her, her, her. God (I'm so sorry for swearing, but I am damn pissed off now), I hate self-righteous people. I hate the fact that they think they own the world, that everything revolves around them, that the fact that we're still alive is because of their mere existence, that when they die the world will sink into despair, that they're so great that everyone should just bow down &amp; worship the land they walk on &amp; shout 'hallelujah' when they pass, that if I were to continue further I'll be even more pissed off, &amp; that isn't the entire reason I'm blogging today. BAH. They should just stop being self-deluded with their non-existent greatness. Insufferable fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I know I'm not supposed to be hating my parents like that, but don't tell me you've never hated your parents before. If you tell me so, then you're just a big liar. &amp; don't you try contradicting me because you'll just end up pissing me off even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che. I'm angry now. Let's type something happy because I am not of the world, &amp; I should not be caring about what the world says/does. Ultimately it's my Father that's more important than the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repent, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SORE THROAT'S GONE!(: Praise be to God; I didn't even go to the doctor's(: &amp; I think my nose's getting better, just slightly blocked. So, yes, my voice is still terrible. Ah, sigh. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming! I'm feeling &lt;i&gt;hohoho&lt;/i&gt; now. Yay for December! EOY months are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life should have more excitement, really. I want to do bungee-jumping &amp; surfing &amp; skiing &amp; parachuting &amp; I want to work with tigers. They're so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I WANT TO GO TO THE ZOO AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because when I see you, I smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116470284015530018?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116470284015530018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116470284015530018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/psh.html' title='psh.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116459738904945542</id><published>2006-11-27T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:16:29.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft</title><content type='html'>I am currently moody though it's my birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who on earth is so damn unfortunate to fall ill on their birthday?&lt;/b&gt; Yours truly, that's for sure. -CRIES- I'm so sick &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt; I think I'll be better off dead. &amp; I can't do the "nn" sound (think &lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt; Monica) so my voice is t-e-r-r-i-b-l-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least I'm not working just yet. NEVER ever work in an environment with all the China people (especially women. &lt;s&gt;God&lt;/s&gt; they're just so annoying). Insufferable fools. (@$^@#$%&amp;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; we're out of LPG, so THERE'S NO LUNCH! (#$^@#$) Seriously, beware of hungry people. They're the worse. &amp; I'm not looking forward to takeaways because 1)I am sick, 2)I am sick, 3)I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Go away, you stupid virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/b&gt; (: &amp; thanks all who wished me so &amp; got me stuff. I love you all(: &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the weak, for they will inherit the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who hungry and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Matthew 5:3-10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116459738904945542?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116459738904945542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116459738904945542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/pfft.html' title='pfft'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116441980749573939</id><published>2006-11-25T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:56:47.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of coughs and sneezes.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Ironically, my flu isn't as bad now but my cough worsened. I think I'll be getting another fever again. Ack. My nose is still blocked though, so everything tastes horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; despite all that, I went out yesterday. First to &lt;i&gt;Studio Wu&lt;/i&gt; to pay for the fee then after that to &lt;i&gt;Vivo City&lt;/i&gt; which was unplanned &amp; unproductive. Only stayed for an hour &amp; managed to try on &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; tops at &lt;i&gt;Forever 21&lt;/i&gt; - think MS TEE! How.. Pathetic. The shirt was so gorgeous but it was quite big. &amp; the Japanese looking dress I wanted to try on, I couldn't): It was a bit small so I couldn't even fit in, hah. How sad): It was so pretty! I want a Japanese looking shirt (You know, I can't even wear other ethnic costumes except for Asian ones because I don't look good in them): WAH. I'm so sad. The cons of being fully Chinese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to leave. We didn't even get to step into &lt;i&gt;Topshop&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Pull&amp;Bear&lt;/i&gt;, the whole stretch of Spanish shops, &lt;i&gt;Zara&lt;/i&gt;.. You get the picture. &lt;i&gt;Vivo&lt;/i&gt; is so damn huge it'll take one whole day to finish walking around. &amp; we only had an hour! (#&amp;%*$!) &amp; the walk from &lt;i&gt;Harbourfront MRT&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;Vivo&lt;/i&gt; is already so long. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wants me to see a doctor. NOOOO. Even though the doctor who works at the clinic is really nice (he gave me sweets when I was a kid =D), I don't want to! The medicine is so damn horrible. I rather drink the cough syrup you buy at those Chinese medicine halls because they actually taste nicer. Ugh. If my brother is to become a doctor in the end, PLEASE develop something that will make medicine taste nice. Now they taste like bitter peppermint. EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY'S IN TWO DAYS' TIME! &lt;b&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/b&gt;! &amp; Christmas is coming too! (I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BORN ON CHRISTMAS! Pfft.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;Anything your heart desires&lt;br /&gt;Will come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;No request is too extreme&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;As dreamers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate is kind&lt;br /&gt;She brings to those who love&lt;br /&gt;The sweet fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;Of their secret love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, like a bolt out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Fate steps in and sees you through&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Your dream comes true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116441980749573939?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116441980749573939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116441980749573939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/of-coughs-and-sneezes.html' title='of coughs and sneezes.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116432872358657044</id><published>2006-11-24T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:40:02.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>I. Am. So. Damn. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever subsided yesterday, thank God. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to go out today [Hannah's going &lt;i&gt;Studio Wu&lt;/i&gt;! So there's 3 of us now((:]. But I'm still having a bad cough &amp; partial flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. Someone just kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I think I might be losing my voice too. -Rasp- Can't imagine dancing with conditions like these, not to mention I haven't danced since May 15th. But I've been through worse in school, so what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's the rainy season right now! Pray I won't get caught in the rain &amp; aggravate my illness. ): But rain is &lt;i&gt;le love&lt;/i&gt; &amp; it's God washing everything clean(: So we should have a thankful heart &amp; give Him all the praise&amp;glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DN2's coming out in December(: Someone [DHUHAAAA!] watch with me then? We can go Christmas shopping after that! &lt;b&gt;Yay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS ON MONDAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believe in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.&lt;/i&gt; -John 3:16-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/slyyy1901/L5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dies in DN2 ): &amp; I heard there isn't N&amp;M. Why?! I want N ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116432872358657044?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116432872358657044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116432872358657044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116420593190981958</id><published>2006-11-22T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:02:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zoo(:</title><content type='html'>'Twas tiring, but fun nonetheless. Heh(: After all it was good company, loads of animals, &amp; food after that was fab even though it left me &lt;b&gt;way&lt;/b&gt; too bloated. There's too many photos to upload so I'll post some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, for eye-candy treats, here's Ken'ichi Matsuyama again! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/slyyy1901/L5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/slyyy1901/L4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hehe. Don't snatch, remember. (It's so difficult to find his photos. He needs more publicity, man.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Chibi L(: I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Zoo was with Dhuha, Eryn &amp; her mum &amp; her brother (Issac), &amp; Eryn's cousin (Ian). &amp; Ian is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/121/303498371_a9c846f928.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/117/303498370_c4dc7b8a8b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/121/303498369_01ad3b06f8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ian as a young aspiring adventurer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ian protected from the rain.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ian glowing in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw. He's the cutest boy I've ever seen. &amp; you don't really see it, but he's actually smiling for the last photo. You can just make out a bit of teeth around the face area. Haha. He's a bit camera shy, but when he poses, he's so darn photogenic. So he should be a child model, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 0600.&lt;br /&gt;Lazed till 0630.&lt;br /&gt;Got ready to go out at 0730.&lt;br /&gt;Met Dhuha at Eunos at 0805 (&amp; I was late).&lt;br /&gt;Took 25 to Ang Mo Kio.&lt;br /&gt;Got motion-sickness but recovered after that.&lt;br /&gt;Told her about L in bus (:&lt;br /&gt;Took 138 to Mandai Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;Bought ticket (which cost a frigging $15, might I add).&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Kwong &amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;Who arrived at 1000 (half an hour late..)&lt;br /&gt;Got in.&lt;br /&gt;Watched shows at 1030, 1130, &amp; 1230.&lt;br /&gt;Walked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Saw cats/primates/amphibians/reptiles/...&lt;br /&gt;SAW A HORSE CARRIAGE (I know this is a small matter. But the only horse carriages I've seen are on television. So, yes, this is a big deal to me).&lt;br /&gt;Rained.&lt;br /&gt;Walked in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Took photos.&lt;br /&gt;Bought present (for my birthday!).&lt;br /&gt;Went to Seoul Garden for lunch/tea/dinner at 1500++.&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/108/303507422_f52b358b97.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/119/303498375_881eeebe22.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The White Tiger plush I wanted but didn't have the money to buy ($28). Someone get it for me ):&lt;br /&gt;2. The magnet/wind chime I got instead for my own birthday! (Took this at &lt;i&gt;Seoul Garden&lt;/i&gt;. There weren't any other customers there except for us. Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. I think I'm falling sick soon. ): But I can't cause I want to go to &lt;i&gt;Studio Wu&lt;/i&gt;. My legs are so wobbly, they're disgusting. Ugh. I want my muscles back ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray&lt;br /&gt;&amp; believe you've received it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause in Jesus's name&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful of what you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;Since He loves you so much&lt;br /&gt;It'll come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;As small as a mustard seed&lt;br /&gt;Can even move mountains.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm still learning.&lt;br /&gt;But I know He'll guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; guide me through, He will.&lt;br /&gt;For He is my Abba Father&lt;br /&gt;Who will never leave me&lt;br /&gt;Nor forsake me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for today(: I think I won't enjoy myself as much at prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Father in heaven, if it be your will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANT ME A PLACE IN VJ. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thank you so so much for all You've done(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I AM having a fever. A slight one, but a fever still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. What an end to a great day.&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116420593190981958?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116420593190981958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116420593190981958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/zoo.html' title='zoo(:'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116409315295000500</id><published>2006-11-21T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T17:59:39.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testimonials</title><content type='html'>I think, if given the choice to give &lt;i&gt;truthful&lt;/i&gt; statements about a student, my testimonial wouldn't appear as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pek Limin was admitted to Tanjong Katong Girls' School in January 2003 and left in December 2006 after completing her secondary school education. She has made good progress in her four years in TKGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a student with an inquiring, analytical mind, as shown in her responsive participation in discussions &lt;b&gt;[I do not remember this]&lt;/b&gt;. Besides being alert, she also communicates her ideas clearly and is capable of good reasoning. She is creative and lively in her verbal &lt;b&gt;[you mean colourful]&lt;/b&gt; and written expression, articulate and fluent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was &lt;b&gt;[note: 'was']&lt;/b&gt; regular in attendance and attentive during lessons. Systematic and organized &lt;b&gt;[my History notes are everywhere]&lt;/b&gt;, she kept neat records of her notes and work &lt;b&gt;[because Weeling does it and I just copy the titles from her]&lt;/b&gt;. In addition, she was &lt;b&gt;[note the 'was' again]&lt;/b&gt; an independent student who required no supervision &lt;b&gt;[but alas, they still put me through hell with block periods &amp; the likes]&lt;/b&gt;. She mixes easily with her peers and works well with them too. She has often led group discussions &lt;b&gt;[because the teachers forced me to]&lt;/b&gt;, sharing her ideas and as generally receptive to different viewpoints &lt;b&gt;[now this part didn't make sense. It appears awkward to me]&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limin was a dedicated and enthusiastic member of the Dance Club &lt;b&gt;[not since they put me into Chinese Dance]&lt;/b&gt;, having participated in several major school performances &lt;b&gt;[there are just that many &lt;u&gt;major&lt;/u&gt; school performances you can think of, &amp; obviously most of the members will be in them]&lt;/b&gt;. She is musically inclined, as seen in her skills as a pianist &lt;b&gt;[they've never seen me played on it before]&lt;/b&gt; and dancer &lt;b&gt;[there's nothing musical about dancing, wherefore the 'musically inclined'?]&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm and cheerful student, Limin is also courteous &lt;b&gt;[hah]&lt;/b&gt; and respectful towards everyone &lt;b&gt;[now that's a sweeping statement. Just because I don't show it doesn't mean I respect you. I just don't show it openly]&lt;/b&gt;. She is unassuming, supportive of others &lt;b&gt;[so go do drugs if you want to]&lt;/b&gt;, and has a good sense of humour &lt;b&gt;[Ha.Ha.Ha.]&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that the teachers didn't think of what to say for the testimonials. We were the ones who were told to write down our traits &amp; strengths &amp; weaknesses. So much for LEGACY and teachers-students bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I think I'll put VJ(S) as my first choice &amp; MJ(S) as second. I do hope I can get into VJ, if not MJ is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take H1 Biology but I doubt that's an intelligent move. Certain Bio facts, I know, but to take it as an 'A' level subject is quite a risk, because after all my Bio isn't as good as my Chem or Physics. &amp; I don't want to make a decision where I will regret it later on. I've already regretted not taking triple so I shouldn't do something stupid again [like I did one too many times]. Though, if you think about it, there's hardly anyone who hasn't made a choice &amp; then regret it later on. Still, I don't know if I want to take H2 Math. I can't take Geog, &amp; I don't want History/Lit. Econs should be easy, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H2 Math/Phy/Chem &amp; H1 Econs just doesn't sound that appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I would very much love to take Theatre, but that should come with Lit &amp; I don't want an Arts stream. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't help but wish someone would just tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuni &amp; I will be joining &lt;i&gt;Studio Wu&lt;/i&gt; as of Friday. $90/month unlimited trial. So we're going to take Hiphop &amp; Latin Jazz, &amp; we can't wait for it(: Dance leaves you very excited(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's zoo &amp; &lt;i&gt;Seoul Garden&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow! &lt;i&gt;Love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's times like this when you ask for His help.&lt;br /&gt;For His guidance &amp; wisdom&lt;br /&gt;To make the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know you're just a human &amp; He's the Almighty&lt;br /&gt;&amp; without Him, you're nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you ask, &amp; there isn't a voice&lt;br /&gt;That tells you what to do or where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you still get peace in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Because everything is taken care of&lt;br /&gt;By Him.&lt;br /&gt;By His hands.&lt;br /&gt;By what He did on the cross, for you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there isn't much to fear, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Because He's alongside you&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;&amp; takes care of you like no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;So sit still &amp; rest&lt;br /&gt;&amp; know that everything is done&lt;br /&gt;According to His plan on earth&lt;br /&gt;&amp; no amount of striving on your part&lt;br /&gt;Can be as perfect as His finished work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's times like this&lt;br /&gt;When you need to be reminded of His love&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the greatest love&lt;br /&gt;You can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; because He loves you&lt;br /&gt;He'll give you the best He can provide&lt;br /&gt;Out from his vast storehouse in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;So worry not about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;About what to eat &amp; what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;Let not your heart be troubled&lt;br /&gt;&amp; seek for His kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Of joy, peace, &amp; love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in quiet confidence,&lt;br /&gt;It's His strength that falls upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if there isn't an answer&lt;br /&gt;It just means there's nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He provides.&lt;br /&gt;Exceedingly.&lt;br /&gt;Abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; above all that we can ask or think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith.&lt;br /&gt;It's a small step&lt;br /&gt;But it goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in Jesus's name, may all be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;Changed template, because I am/got bored. &amp; I just wanted something simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed links, because those are the blogs that I actually read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/slyyy1901/L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/slyyy1901/shinichi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting L from &lt;i&gt;Death Note&lt;/i&gt; &amp; Shinichi Okazaki from &lt;i&gt;Nana&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest Japanese actor yet: Ken'ichi Matsuyama(: My current new love. Hehe. Don't snatch.&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116409315295000500?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116409315295000500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116409315295000500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/testimonials.html' title='testimonials'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116398932715212611</id><published>2006-11-20T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:22:07.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why I like DN</title><content type='html'>Because Raito Yagami dies in the end (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;i&gt;Death Note&lt;/i&gt; is a really good anime. There's a fair bit of humanity portrayed in it, &amp; I think we can all learn something from it. Like how power can corrupt you &amp; ultimately drives you insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; how no one's perfect in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, it all comes down to &lt;b&gt;thanking Christ&lt;/b&gt; for dying on the cross for you, because you know no one else can judge you but He. Your life is planned out by Him, the Greatest God, not by someone who is self-deluded &amp; thinks that he is god. Cause he isn't &amp; he never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, Raito Yagami dies in the end. He deserves his comeuppance, I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I wished they hadn't killed off L ): &amp; please show DN2 in Singapore soon. &amp; shouldn't they come to Singapore for promotions? Ken'ichi Matsuyama is too cute; cuter than the guy who acted as Raito whom I have no interest in finding out his name [his face is flat]. Yes, let's pray for that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with my computer. Right-click's disabled for some reason &amp; HTML codes aren't loading as they should. Someone should just fund me with the money to get an iMac or something. Or that VAIO which I've been having my eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's exactly one week till my birthday(: Which, coincidentally, is Bruce Lee's too (...), &amp; I'm not exactly fond of that. But it's funny, non? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justice is served.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116398932715212611?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116398932715212611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116398932715212611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-i-like-dn.html' title='why I like DN'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116394890154386911</id><published>2006-11-19T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:49:30.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurray for lovelies</title><content type='html'>I've got 3 days planned out from tomorrow onwards &amp; I'm looking forward to them(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Liy's open house &amp; birthday, Tuesday's PAE briefing &amp; checking out of Amore [so Mas, I'll tell you after that(:], &amp; Wednesday's zoo outing. &amp; Dhuha is treating me to lunch on that day! I love you, Dhu(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp; my birthday's on the 27th, which is a week after Liy's, which is next monday, which is important.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was serving(: I missed serving. Wearing that green shirt is a tad eye-catching, but the world can see me in a different way. &amp; we've got chocolates again(: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Topshop with Yuni after church for job interview. Hopefully we'll get the job so we'll have money &amp; we can join Amore Fitness together. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 6 big slabs of chocolates to indulge in. Fats? Who gives a damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116394890154386911?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116394890154386911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116394890154386911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/hurray-for-lovelies.html' title='hurray for lovelies'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116385419556334549</id><published>2006-11-18T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T20:49:55.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So L dies. &amp; N takes over. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, Raito Yagami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116385419556334549?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116385419556334549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116385419556334549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-l-dies.html' title=''/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116377392187239094</id><published>2006-11-17T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:32:01.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell, dear heart.</title><content type='html'>How joyous is today(: End of O's, end of studying, end of school. PAE briefing doesn't even come close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye school; you will cease to torture me with all your nonsensical policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in joining Amore Fitness? $58/month for unlimited classes. Yuni&amp;I are thinking of Cardio Latino, same sentiments, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th &amp; subsequents: Church(:&lt;br /&gt;20th: Liy's open house.&lt;br /&gt;21st: PAE briefing.&lt;br /&gt;22nd: Movie Marathon (but I'm not sure if it's still on).&lt;br /&gt;27th: My birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;28th: Phoebe's birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;5th-7th: Sixone'ohtwo chalet((:&lt;br /&gt;25th: Christmas(:&lt;br /&gt;31st: End of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cause we've endured it. Bring it on.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: To tell the truth, I'll miss studying.. It sorts of grows on you after a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116377392187239094?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116377392187239094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116377392187239094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/farewell-dear-heart.html' title='farewell, dear heart.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116367771484300325</id><published>2006-11-16T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:48:34.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow.. Marks liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hang in there, people, because we can do it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; O's will be but history [pun intended].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, &lt;i&gt;all hell will break loose&lt;/i&gt; &amp; we'll wreck havoc on the piece of land that stands under the building we call 'school'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hell yeah&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116367771484300325?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116367771484300325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116367771484300325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116340568138506766</id><published>2006-11-13T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:14:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyIv7D-Y5dM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyIv7D-Y5dM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the best quality you can get, but live with it. &amp; pardon the annoying laughter; fivers should know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's about time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116340568138506766?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116340568138506766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116340568138506766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-day.html' title='Last day.'/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116333665712838233</id><published>2006-11-12T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:08:44.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;You know life isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the world continues to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; nothing's going to change.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of blogging. Maybe I'll blog. Maybe I &lt;b&gt;won't&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take it as it is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So now what?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116333665712838233?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116333665712838233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116333665712838233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-life-isnt-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116321481426137362</id><published>2006-11-11T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:16:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CRASH.HISTORY.CRASH.HISTORY.CRASH.HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;then you stop&amp;think, was it worth all that?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you try to run, but you know you can't hide.&lt;/i&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;I think I'm becoming too emo for my own good. I should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math2 was alright, thank God. 3 marks are a confirmed lost, but I think I should get an A overall(: So what's left are Lit2, Amath1/2, Physics1/2, Chemistry1/2 &amp; ElecHistory - which, by the way, I'm not looking forward to. I used to be good in it, but now it's so unappealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, liberation in six day's time. &lt;i&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; you know something's wrong with you when Hilton's songs are all you can think of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16356179-116321481426137362?l=inexquixote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116321481426137362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16356179/posts/default/116321481426137362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inexquixote.blogspot.com/2006/11/crash.html' title=''/><author><name>L I M I N (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753011176519361763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y2YQWkXNQcg/SJhw7tJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3u6QhV8k8Ns/S220/IMG_0882.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16356179.post-116280528937795323</id><published>2006-11-06T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:28:09.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=DD</title><content type='html'>No more SS forever! Haha(: Away are those disgusting books &amp; the Little Orange Book of Propaganda, aptly dubbed by Hannah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Math was easy. SS was easy. Thank God! I think I'll do alright(: &amp; I actually wrote an &lt;b&gt;essay&lt;/b&gt;, if you know what I mean. Haha. &amp; I know my prayers are answered so I don't have to worry!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zan/ShiHua were sweet today(: Hahaha. Funny stuff. &amp; I'm having the hiccups now. How.. Anti-climax. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, 4 hours of in-between were boring. &amp; I didn't finish my Banditto Pocket, which means there's something wrong with me. I never not finish my Banditto. &amp; it's small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, let me share something really cool - the only chapter I really mugged in was Education/Healthcare aka Welfare State, &amp; it came out for SEQ! I'm so happy :D Praise God man; I didn't even bother spotting for SEQ(: Heh. It's too damn amazing. But I kind of forgot National Education stuff, but it's only contributing to a small extent, non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm correct. HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBQ was too simple. I think they might be strict this time round since it's so easy. Ah. Oh well. Hiccups are getting horrible. 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