<?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-23108528</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:10:06.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deaded</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leave me alone!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05617239134325085957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108528.post-114442111426083554</id><published>2006-04-07T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:45:14.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k boxing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;initially, i was supposed to meet sarina to go to poly clinic but she was well, &lt;strong&gt;late&lt;/strong&gt;. its like i woke up early in the morning at 7.30 just because i was afraid that i might be late but.. hai. it wasn't on purpose so being the ever-forgiving me, forgave her. wa hahas. i am such an amazing woman. hiak hiak. okay yeah. thus, we met up for breakfast instead. we went all the way tiong but only got ourselves a "char siew sou". like what the hell mans. i &lt;strong&gt;walked&lt;/strong&gt; there, mind you. it was a tedious journey since the sun was scorching HOT. i mean really hot. so you can imagine how frustrated i was. forget it if you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over to city hall mrt to meet amanda and peggy. they were late, too!! they think they are "gong zhu" lorh. made us wait. now wait a minute, why am i always the onne waiting? hmpf. that shows that i took the date seriously and am always punctual. i'm good i'm good. you people should be proud to be my friend. hahaha. but of course sometimes i do ps and late (for a while) for dates. wells, you can't really blame me cause everyone does do things which astonish you, right? &lt;em&gt;right.&lt;/em&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed straight to k box for fear that we might be able to reach on time. but but.. when we arrived at the destination, that damn damn k box was not open yet. rahh. fine. no big deal you might be thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had fun in the room. real FUN. hur has. still there were some dull moments. you should know that a person's activeness cannot really last very long. we sang and sang and sang. and the waitress ( or whatever you call that) kept coming in and clear stuff. so annoying. anyway, we had great fun and laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. then we went to bugis to shop for.. don't tell you. hahas. we continued walking and &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; suggested of going bugis street. i went like "hurh? very hot leh!!". let me remind you again, the sun was hot and i was like perspiring like shat. nevertheless, they &lt;strong&gt;ignored&lt;/strong&gt; me. being the ever-forgiving person, i shall stop grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time for me to end this. let me show you some of the pictures before you actually click on [x].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSCN0793.jpg" border="0" /&gt; pretty hor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSCN0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;our singing is so very nice. hee hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSCN0795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;they took my camera and photo-whored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;living in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108528-114442111426083554?l=had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/114442111426083554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108528&amp;postID=114442111426083554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114442111426083554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114442111426083554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/2006/04/k-boxing.html' title='k boxing.'/><author><name>leave me alone!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05617239134325085957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108528.post-114399661604887387</id><published>2006-04-03T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:50:16.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>campus superstar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not that interested in blogging recently. haven't really been doing anything useful. its time to get a life!! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch campus superstar final with sarina. woots. it was so amazing. haha. it was zhi yang that was amazing actually. i got so fascinated and was mesmerized by his soothing voice. you weren't at the live so you won't really get to feel how i feel actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, we got quite impatient upon waiting for out turn to enter the theatre. it was so hot, mind you. we were perspiring hell lot of sweats. about to dehydrate actually. hahaha. okay maybe it was too exaggerating. she3 me4 lurh3? it was really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally got to queue at the carpark, we saw shermaine (not sure if i got the spelling right). we were well, astonished. its so not fair. why does she always get to be connected with those contestants and get good seats. not fair, not fair. hmphf. frigging hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw so many bunks there. yucks. none were good looking. how sad. i saw quite a number of cute guys from HCI though. they were really cute. when i say cute, i mean it. even cuter that zhi yang even though i love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so so so happy for him. he won the css contests!! i was at the verge of rushing down to hug him. hahaha. no lurh. i'm not that daring. but yeah, i was glad that he won. speaking truthfully, teresa sang really well but she can't really handle low pitch. that's pretty pitiful. still, i think zhi yang deserves the crown. wa haha. i'm warning you that i'm not bias. if i hear anything that is prejudiced against me, i shall eradicate you!! hear me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell you something, peggy and i have decided to join next year's css. please give us your moral support k. uh.. too much to say but too little time to spare. i'm feeling quite sleepy so i think i shall stop here. ohh. before that, here are some of the pictures that we took today. i'm not much of a photowhore actually. but sarina is. hahahas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;too end my "speech", i would like to say "i love you" to zhi yang. hahaha. madness. if you know him must introduce him to me k!! bye bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSCN0781.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSCN0783.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSCN0786.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSC00164.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108528-114399661604887387?l=had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/114399661604887387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108528&amp;postID=114399661604887387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114399661604887387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114399661604887387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/2006/04/campus-superstar.html' title='campus superstar.'/><author><name>leave me alone!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05617239134325085957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108528.post-114344809479481215</id><published>2006-03-27T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:47:37.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for cas' sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CASLIN LEE complaint that i didnt update. fine. i shall update for &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;sake. i've even capitalised your name. are you touched? you should feel least bit of honoured. okay i don't think i should go on about this. somehow, i think you shoud repay me. hee hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;school was, of course, as usual sucks. its dreary. you know what? i didn't fall asleep in class today and the week before. well, maybe just lie on the table for a while. its a breakthrough. i'm so proud of myself. HAHS. okay. don't you dare go whatever. otherwise i will eradicate you, fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mrs wong, my POA teacher, has been emphasising and stressing on this word "distinction" during lessons so very much. its annoying. but still, i think she makes sense to me. not very important though. contradicting, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i've been so addicted to maple recently. i feel so noob sometimes. okay. maybe i am a noob in it. my mom nags at me for playing too much. its tormenting, okay?! frigging hell. anyway my interest dies off very quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i read an article titled " Foreign Lecturers' English". pretty much of a subjective topic to talk about, however, there's not much to elaborate on since everyone has got their each and every way of seeing things. it was saying that poor language skill should not be tolerated when students rely on oral communitcation to learn. i agreed to a large extent initially but as i go on reading it, that wasn't the case. good communication skills can be cultivated if both parties keep an open mind. its alright if they are able to convey important ideas to the other party/ies. am i not right? &lt;em&gt;if you don't know what i'm talking about, i think you should really start reading the newspaper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;truckloads of gratitude if you're actually still reading. hahaha. i was pretty observant for tha past weeks. people weren't naive when they said they are, they were just being ignorant!! dumdum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't tell what's right for me when you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;contantly are doing the wrong things!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108528-114344809479481215?l=had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/114344809479481215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108528&amp;postID=114344809479481215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114344809479481215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114344809479481215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-cas-sake.html' title='for cas&apos; sake'/><author><name>leave me alone!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05617239134325085957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108528.post-114326430777419653</id><published>2006-03-25T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:42:46.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/1600/DSC00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSC00163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gina and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/1600/DSC00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSC00161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and sarina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/1600/DSC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSC00162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ain't she cute. hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i don't really have anything interesting to blog about recently. i don't really want to talk about what happened in school or my daily routine. i'm sure it bores the people reading it too. yeap. so bear with it until i have something really amusing that would blow you away. hahaha. till then, take care people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;tell yourself that you are capable of much despite the indifferences on the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108528-114326430777419653?l=had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/114326430777419653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108528&amp;postID=114326430777419653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114326430777419653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114326430777419653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/2006/03/date.html' title='date.'/><author><name>leave me alone!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05617239134325085957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108528.post-114252133125589094</id><published>2006-03-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:02:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 bucks wasted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;went to catch a movie again today. i'm not rich but its only 7 bucks. the cheapest price of the week. you should consider me as smart. i'm a bright girl, i know. hmm. well, i watched "big momma's house 2". its funny.. but not exactly nice. hope you get what i mean. i don't wish to elaborate more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSC00159.jpg" border="0" /&gt; we were photo-whoring in the cinema. hahas. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/Image%281100%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;took this with sarina's camera. lousaye. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSC00153.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;i took this around last week. its beautiful. i'm proud of Singapore's Durian. yumyum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;i should probably scram now. goodbye. have a nice weekends ahead!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;building YOUR happiness on MY misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108528-114252133125589094?l=had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/114252133125589094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108528.post-114234913275639100</id><published>2006-03-14T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:12:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another movie date.</title><content type='html'>HOHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch another movie. this time, i caught it with my best-est friend, puay shian. we don't hang out as often as the past. i guess she needs to concentrate in her studies. she's in jc2 and its her A level year, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yeah. talking about movie.. we watched final destination 3. its the most disgusting, intimidating, obscene, sickening show i've evern watched. its not exactly abhorrence.. but &lt;strong&gt;disgusting&lt;/strong&gt;. how gross. it really turns me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really sympathize people who sat on the roller coaster. they &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; suffered tragic death. they died horribly. none managed to escape death in the end. all died. gosh!! thinking of it gives me goosebumps. ew~ i truly admire the person who came up with this chronicle. yes, its made up, its fiction, but who can really opine that it does not happen in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, people, life is short, please &lt;strong&gt;treasure&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've no inspiration after being traumatized by the obscene stuff. darn it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108528-114234913275639100?l=had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/114234913275639100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108528.post-114226919098136349</id><published>2006-03-14T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:59:51.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a movie date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;as usual i went out with that two insanes. hahaha. we caught a movie "yours, mine, ours." it was darn hilarious and a musing. i was laughing my ass off throughout the show. in fact, i was already laughing before the show started. you must be thinking that i'm mad. but NO. it was the show that was killing me. hahaha. i guess you should catch it if you're free. or bored. because it'll definitely perks you up. trust me. i may have &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; taste but not this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ohh. actually all thanks to the two under-16 insanes. we wanted to catch date movie but the lady at the counter refrain us from purchasing the tickets upon checking our ICs. &lt;em&gt;sigh sigh. &lt;/em&gt;oh well, she's forgiven since the show we watched was nice. and worth it. hee hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i shall sum up the whole story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was pretty amused by their kids. its quite incredible that they both each has got 8 and 10 kids. i mean, no wrong for having so &lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt; kids but that is a modern country..  for instance, if i were to tell you that i've got 10 kids, you'll probably faint, right? you got me? HAHS. i hope i make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;alright, resume to the summary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;two of the secondary(i think) classmates ran into each other at a place( i forgot where it is) and began to fall in love with each other again. and predictably, they got married. unfortunately, children from both sides can't seem to get along with each other. the kids came up with all sought of cranky ideas to seperate that couple so that they won't have to stay together. this is when kids start to bond unconciously and became good friends. after all the misunderstandings between the couple, they decided to divorce. kids came into realisation that they were wrong. thus, bringing them together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was so emotive and heartbreaking. it makes you go "aw~" and "phuff~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think you should just go catch it and feel the tension personally.enough of criticizing. HAHS. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ordinary life is made extraordinary for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one who dares to dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108528-114226919098136349?l=had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/114226919098136349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108528&amp;postID=114226919098136349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114226919098136349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114226919098136349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/2006/03/movie-date.html' title='a movie date.'/><author><name>leave me alone!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05617239134325085957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108528.post-114197815642475276</id><published>2006-03-10T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:17:17.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Education For Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;we had post-exams activites for EFL, which lasted 3 days.we didn't camp overnight though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went shatec for the 1st day. it was fine. at least we got to learn how to make mocktail. its for kids larh. it contains no alchohol. &lt;em&gt;sigh.&lt;/em&gt; the instructor was pretty hilarious. at least he knows how to crack jokes. mm was darn pitiful. they got an instuctor who was so dreary. HAHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSC00132.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (from left:peggy's, mine, amanda's.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5552/2214/320/DSC00148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i made this too!!-yummy'licious-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had amazing race on the following day. it was pretty amusing. not that the game was fun but the accompaniment of one another was awesome. we were rather united. in fact, miss lee, teacher-in-charge, came up with a fairly good strategy. HAHS. but, (&lt;em&gt;sigh sigh&lt;/em&gt;) we got disqualified cause we took a cab back to school. its like what the hell!? we did so much more stuff thans the others. where has fairness gone? rahh. i shall say no more. its frigging tedious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;ohh.did i mention that we got molested, too? yeah. that arsehole seriously freaked us out. when we were trying to cross over to the bumper boat, that man (pretending to be so kind), tried to help us over. he grabbed our upper arms tight and used his f**king finger to touch our boobs. you shall pay for it!! i bought a voodoo doll during the amzing race. i shall use it to poke your body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;we're supposed to go may adventure today but i skipped. we did it when we were like sec two. its a waste of time and MONEY. yes, i paid. but i don't want to waste my time there screaming. i rather stay at home and rot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;this activites were supposed to be educating since its called &lt;em&gt;Education For Life.&lt;/em&gt; but it doesn't seem to be the case. sec 3 camp was much more adventurous. we went caving and stuff larh. wah piang&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are my sunshine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my only sunshine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you make me happy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when skies are grey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never know, dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how much i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please don't take my sunshine away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108528-114197815642475276?l=had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/114197815642475276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108528&amp;postID=114197815642475276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114197815642475276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114197815642475276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/2006/03/education-for-life.html' title='&quot;Education For Life&quot;'/><author><name>leave me alone!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05617239134325085957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108528.post-114171249838288828</id><published>2006-03-07T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:21:38.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the complexities of love and hate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;togetherness and seperation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who is able to conclude this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108528-114171249838288828?l=had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/114171249838288828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108528&amp;postID=114171249838288828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114171249838288828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114171249838288828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/2006/03/complexities-of-love-and-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>leave me alone!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05617239134325085957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108528.post-114156589643499932</id><published>2006-03-05T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:38:16.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strucked!</title><content type='html'>i was watching tv when something struck my head on the beam. haha. no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing how hard my mom has to work everyday pains me, really. i ain't heartless. before my dad got dismissed (he's hired currently), my mom was still a housewife. basically, she just did housechores and nagged. i found her really a nuisance. but..but that was then. now, she has to work (to help pay off our monthly expenses), this means that, we have more freedom and less nagging. which i previously thought was good. but that wasn't the case. yes, we indeed have more freedom and less of nagging, but also less of love and concern. we now hardly have dinner together except sunday. how disheartening. i regretted not listening and be more obedient. i so miss her nagging. sounds weird. sometimes, i would very much like to help out the housechores, but was abstained by my laziness. its ridiculous, i know. whatever..its abstruse. &lt;em&gt;sigh. &lt;/em&gt;before she started working, i hated her presence. now, i woulnd't get to see her until like 7 plus, 8 plus at night? rahh. i guess its time to do some reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come to realise the importance of communicating and setting your priorities right. sometimes when you're doing something wrong, still small voices in you would be echoing, trying to convince you that it isn't wrong. its quite persuasive sometimes. or you can say that you, yourself are being indecisive. but, if you actually got convinced, and go on doing it, you're against your conscience, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm overwhelmed with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you could turn back time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108528-114156589643499932?l=had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/114156589643499932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108528&amp;postID=114156589643499932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114156589643499932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114156589643499932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/2006/03/strucked.html' title='strucked!'/><author><name>leave me alone!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05617239134325085957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108528.post-114140591225287468</id><published>2006-03-04T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T01:30:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pure disappointment.</title><content type='html'>got back some of my test papers today.i failed quite a number of them.i'm not a little sad at all cause i did not study.well, maybe a little but apparently its useless.now, this is how we console ourselves,"fail, fail, fail larh. also not counted in n level". not a very good attitude, i agree. but there doesn't seem to be any motivations. no encouragements. just insults, i guess. maybe because we're in the NA stream. discriminations. i hate being looked down upon, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed home after school to take some money so that i could watch movie with puay shian. i had fun catching up with her. she told me that she was not elected for the mass com thingy. and you know what? i can't take lit too. such coincidence. whatever it is.. its just pure disappointment. &lt;em&gt;sigh sigh sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to watch nanny mcphee. its darn hilarious. i was not satisfied with the ending but it was pretty heart warming. like it will make you go "aw~". hahahas. this is highly recommended. we got startled quite a few times by the sounds effects and the sudden change of scenes. haha. in general, its entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went pizza hut for dinner. we nostalgic for a little while. i was like saying that when we were working, eating swensen was like nothing. now, eating pizza hut we must even look at the price and calculate how much money we have and stuff. i'm feeling a little like i'm in the poverty of money. cai shen ye.. where are you? hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like talking so much about our schools and teachers. she told me how the students got insulted by the principal, meanie mean and the teachers. i was pondering over it too. our class did not received much encouragements too. probably its sarcasm we're receiving. doesn't sound too good, does it? &lt;em&gt;sigh.&lt;/em&gt; its fat hope counting on the teachers. i might sound a little exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. and i was telling her how much i hated bimbos. rahh. thinking of it makes me puke. she said bimbos are brainless. i totally agree on that. bimbo basically means that they are attractive but not very smart. more or less the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking back to the bus stop, i saw someone whom i have not seen for ages. its yu zhi. hahaha. i was like staring at him, waiting for him to say "hi" first. well, he did. hohos. i didn't expect him to remember me. i was pretty shocked. HAHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puay shian and i continued crapping till we reached the bus stop. my bus came first. her bus came first the other time. so, fair enough. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm darn worn out. i shall go and bathe now. yeah. i'm dirty. whatever larhs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108528-114140591225287468?l=had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/feeds/114140591225287468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108528&amp;postID=114140591225287468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114140591225287468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108528/posts/default/114140591225287468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://had-enough-of-all-pretenses.blogspot.com/2006/03/pure-disappointment.html' title='pure disappointment.'/><author><name>leave me alone!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05617239134325085957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
