<?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-6610191</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:59:31.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para The Gullible...</title><subtitle type='html'>16 yEar oLD sOoPeR guLliBle gUy...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-7861593080715022709</id><published>2009-06-24T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:49:24.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do believe Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows has done to be what korean/taiwan dramas has done to me. Once again, there's that nothing-to-look-forward-to feeling after the end of series. I am amazed! A book having such an effect.. No wonder J.K. Rowling is billions deep in money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I were in the book too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7861593080715022709?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7861593080715022709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7861593080715022709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7861593080715022709' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-958744074758440166</id><published>2009-05-29T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:41:31.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to blog bout a particular group of people since a few weeks ago. Given that time is something that I do not lack now, with my current state of inactivity, I shall blog bout them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These group of people, which we affectionately call Mats, are seriously the bane of our society. Let me start off with how I thought bout blogging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a I-can-teach-Normal-Technical face. Every camp that I go to, I usually end up with the NTs. The thought of just having to control a group of rowdy bo-tak-chek kids just makes me lose my sleep the night before the camp.. Sigh... However, after some experiences, NT kids are actually quite nice to work with, after you get to know them and all. Once you become "friend friend" with them, they actually listen to you, unlike some stuck-up bitches in Express classes. As usual though, in any given society, there are always the rift raft, the useless, the stupid, the MATS. There were some Mats in my class that really pissed the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes you Mats, maybe being rowdy and noisy and shouting whatever rubbish cheers you have might seem very cool now. While we guai kias of the society seem so awkward and straight-laced, aka NO LIFE. Yes, maybe bullying the kids in your class may actually prove how big your dick is. But let the clever boy here remind you that stupidity, however hard you try to cover it up, will always give off its ugly stench. Just like how you can try to cover the stench of rubbish with flowers, but it usually just overpowers the flowers? Yes, your stupidity wreaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few years time, while your counterparts are maybe studying, making big money or doing something useful with their lives, you people would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Acting like DJs and playing music loudly in trains and buses while we try to get some peace. I wouldnt be complaing if it were actually nice music. But LIKE NO! ITS SUCKS BIG TIME! OMG LIKE GET A FREAKING TASTE IN MUSIC!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Probably fuck some girl on the staircase and get her pregnant, and depending on whether she is under-aged or not, you will marry her, or go to jail. For those who marry her, thank you for being responsible. Just teach your n-number (where n is any integer above, erm, 4?) of kids to be wiser, thanks. For those who go to jail, well... next time make sure the girl doesn't complain bout you after you fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wearing skinny jeans and suffocating your poor dicks, which I may assume, are particularly small since, erm... You see nothing although the jeans are already so tight. Poor you. I do admire your thin thighs though. How I wish I had them... Sigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint lashing out at all Mats out there, since I worked with Mats in army and they were more then nice. Although some asshole had to steal stuff and get me into trouble, but that's besides the point. I am just pin pointing on the particular group of stupids we usually see on the streets. Oh well.. good luck with your n number of kids next time =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-958744074758440166?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/958744074758440166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/958744074758440166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#958744074758440166' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-1061109680232951584</id><published>2009-05-29T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:27:46.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am wasting my time away. I hate this feeling man! I wake up, watch tv, shift my ass to the comp, then shift my ass back to the tv, and then back to the comp. The bloody cycle continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complain when I have to go out, that I cannot laze at home. Now I complain that I have to laze at home. People are very hard to please eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life after BOF is so boring, I have nothing to look forward to. And given that I am still recovering from my withdrawal symptoms, I shan't blog too much bout it. Let's just say I LOVE IT!!! If I had school, at least I could study, but now, I am just lazing around, so the withdrawal symptoms are taking longer then expected to wear off. Hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad/envious/stupid seeing those people who are my age who already big stars and earning money. Ok it's not more of the fact that they are stars and making money, but it's more of the fact that they aint lazing their asses off, wasting time away. They've got stuff to do the whole day!!! (Ok this is stemming from my BOF withdrawal symptoms). But my point is, THEY GOT THINGS TO DO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people ARE hard to please eh. When we are in school, we wished it were the holidays. No studying, no waking up early, no boring lectures to attend. When the holidays DO come, we complain that we have nothing to do. I am complaining.. Yes yes, I am whining like a typical singaporean. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has seriously been crazy. I hate it. Its so fucking humid can! Anyone who knows where I stay knows that my house is like just opposite the bloody MRT station. AND YET! I can't walk to the MRT station without looking like I just stepped out of the freaking shower. GOODNESS. By that time my shirt becomes damp with sweat(EWWW), and the bag I carry stains the shirt I am wearing... Stupid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start studying again... Yes yes.. I shall do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are some people you need not wait for*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-1061109680232951584?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1061109680232951584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1061109680232951584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1061109680232951584' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-3004976672544214745</id><published>2009-05-25T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:51:08.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been waiting since sec 3... Please don't let me wait anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-3004976672544214745?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3004976672544214745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3004976672544214745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3004976672544214745' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-8900167736117569052</id><published>2009-05-18T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:19:08.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The how many-eth time this blog is revived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold! Frankenstein awakes... Again! Albeit without a change of blogskin. Not that I didn't want to find a blogskin, it's just that there wasn't one that I fancied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! The past 1 month I've been uninspired to write about anything. Where's my muse!!! And in the span of time that I have been thinking of what to write, I came to the realization that I am quite subdued in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me well know how bitchy I am, and if I aint bitchy enough on my own blog, then where else can I be bitchy eh? So here goes, from today onwards, anyone or anything that I do not like will be slammed/criticized/bitched bout on my blog. Dun mind the vulgarities, the evilness, and the intensity of my criticisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will make an effort to keep up the blog, again, and again, even if it means writing just one sentence to describe how I feel today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-8900167736117569052?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8900167736117569052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8900167736117569052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8900167736117569052' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-1783375051252992836</id><published>2009-03-29T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:50:27.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am appalled by how stupid youngsters can be these days... Its almost like they are too stupid to function. Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading an article bout how earphones affect our life (or something along those lines) and I am positively shocked that these idiots don't give a damn bout their lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh I don't(bloody) think its dangerous for me to walk ard (like an idiot) with my headphones on and music is blasting into my (bleeding) ears. I think its so cool (i can show off my stupidity) and its the drivers' responsibility to not knock me down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids nowadays... too stupid to function...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Please mister postman*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-1783375051252992836?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1783375051252992836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1783375051252992836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1783375051252992836' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-1895150683498764798</id><published>2009-03-07T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:21:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to the wonderful world of "Murphy's Law"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, nothing murhy-esque has happened to me this week, but I am just bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of laws in school - law of thermodynamics, motion and some other rubbish laws which can't matter to me anymore. However, the operative word in the previous sentence "RUBBISH" proves/shows the obsolete nature of such laws in my life... other than in exams, then you better wish bloody hard that you remember your laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only law that can ever seem to be applied to life is Murphy's Law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, when you are playing Mahjong, then you already suay until you wanna take the mahjong tile and swallow it and choke yourself to death.. Then Life decides you got that "I need more unlucky stuff happening to me" face, and you end up being the one who throws the winning tiles... 'Nuff said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Laws states that: "If anything can go wrong, it will, at the most inopportune time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are some funny, and true, extensions of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "If anything can go wrong, it will, at the most inopportune time". And it will be your fault, and everyone will know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If anything just cannot go wrong, it will anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this is getting more and more pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Murphy's Law of Thermodynamics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get worse under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Murphy Philosophy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile . . . tomorrow will be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Murphy's Constant:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matter will be damaged in direct proportion to its value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Life's gonna be a bitch... You can't stay optimistic for long... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don't do things half past six"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-1895150683498764798?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1895150683498764798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1895150683498764798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1895150683498764798' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-77373012512903313</id><published>2009-02-25T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:22:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its wednesday of recess week, and I have not studied a single bit. It takes me 2 days to complete.. Oh wait.. its not even complete! its BROWSE THROUGH 1 freaking note.. TWO DAYS!!! OMG! That's like major BAD!!! And after pondering about it.. I realised why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FREAKING DO NOT KNOW HOW TO STUDY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't! I don't know where to begin. The beginning is easy... then it gets more and more complicated, then I don't know am I supposed to memorize this.. Then if I memorize it, I will forget in 10 min, then I get stressed.. But I still continue.. Then more bio jargon comes out.. And i get more and more confused.. Then after a while I will digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just so much bio stuff. What IF1 and IF3 go here go there, then IF2 come here.. then EF1 and EF3 comes.. then from 43S rRNA suddenly become 40S ribosome.. ARGH! Its so bloody irritating. Then every other diagram tells me something else. Plus its a different mechanism for bacteria and humans.... AM I SUPPOSED TO MEMORIZE THIS?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already lost the ability to differentiate the tRNA, the synthase, the EF-TU (whats that?!), the IF, the adenylation (God knows what's that also).. even normal A level stuff becomes amazingly un-understandable. The bloody ribosome becomes 30S and 50S.. then the 16S rRNA of the 30S ribosome comes out of god knows where! ARE U FREAKING KIDDING ME?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think "ok, maybe this is too much bio for me, lets go to another module..." BUT WAIT!!! ALL MY FREAKING MODULES ARE BIO!!! OMG! Its like no running away from bio! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need help. I don't know how to go about doing this. Uni is suddenly, and finally, becoming hard. I can force myself to study, but I don't understand. If I don't understand, then what on earth is the whole point of studying it in the first place. Oh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stare at the comp from 8 to 12, just rotting... Not studying.. then I lament bout how lazy I am.... then I will convince myself I will study the next day.. then the cycle just continues.. People think I study very hard... HAHAHAHAHA. Rubbish. I lie to myself thinking I study very hard. A fucking 1 hour of staring at the notes isn't studying very hard. HECK! Its not even studying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.... NEED..... HELP!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I was the way I was in secondary school. I convinced myself I was studying hard in jc... That of course didn't turn out well.. Now it's happening again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me before it happens again. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-77373012512903313?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/77373012512903313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/77373012512903313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#77373012512903313' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-4073599892985770319</id><published>2009-02-01T17:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:50:26.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I post about the wonderful presents I got, I decided to, while in the shower, blog about my ugly dress sense in the past. Let's go criticize myself!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Caution: Pictures may cause serious visual bleeding.View at own discretion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYVpTVmT92I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Dkwo0yjGWyM/s1600-h/04S7C+ruLeZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYVpTVmT92I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Dkwo0yjGWyM/s320/04S7C+ruLeZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297756317607524194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 3 months in S7C with Caveat, Junlong and me. What the hell is up with my rubbish hand signs. AND MY HAIR LOOKS LIKE CRAP!!! How on earth did I ever go out on the streets looking like...like that?! EEEE. Para in 2004 had REALLY bad hair. Luck Para in 2009 does not. Cause Para in 2009 cuts his bloody hair every 2/3 weeks. Such a waste of money.... Tsk tsk.. Oh well.. The price of looking good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYVrXSGp-yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8AellCOn5Hk/s1600-h/prom0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYVrXSGp-yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8AellCOn5Hk/s320/prom0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297758584412175138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 prom night. Not many pictures to choose from since most of them are really quite painful to look at, I mean the fashion. Guys then did not have much clue bout what to wear right? Para in 2003 was disappointed that every guy WAS IN THE FREAKING SAME ATTIRE! OMG! Para in 209 totally understands why. Look at that ugly thing lei... What Para in 2009 wears to orchard road sometimes can easily trump that ugly thing. Ok its not THAT ugly, but it looks quite blah la... Given that Para in 2003 thought he had some fashion sense. OBVIOUSLY NOT! At least jeremy came in a tie... Eeee. And someone please go back into the past and tell Para 2003 that he doesn't know how to smile. I would so rock the prom night now if I could go back in time... Oh well.. Sad fashion sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYVtLu5lcuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZC0XzQWCeCw/s1600-h/BoDy+WorlDs+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYVtLu5lcuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZC0XzQWCeCw/s320/BoDy+WorlDs+(19).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297760585006805730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI! WA PIANG EH! Go look in the mirror lei... I dunno what to say... The horror  =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYVt8WSI_gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XT-t1pIfGzA/s1600-h/!st+CT+oUtinG+(16).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYVt8WSI_gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XT-t1pIfGzA/s320/!st+CT+oUtinG+(16).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297761420212502018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Erh... Para in 2004 REALLY had no clue that his hair was so toot right? Para in 2009 really really cannot fathom how Para in 2003 thought he could go out into the streets looking like that. My hair was really that bad meh. I mean... Its really quite scary that I allowed myself to step out of the house looking like that. I always do mirror test what... Para in 2003, you scare Para in 2009. I did like that long sleeve though. God knows where it disappeared to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYVvSbtAB8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Bco9My7aUZo/s1600-h/BeaCh+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYVvSbtAB8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Bco9My7aUZo/s320/BeaCh+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297762899136088002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Para in 2003/4 wants me to pull his hair. HAHAHAH Whats up with the protrusion in the forehead! HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I can't find any humiliating pics already... Anymore I shall upload! Enjoy these ugliness first! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Para, 2009 edition*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-4073599892985770319?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/4073599892985770319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/4073599892985770319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4073599892985770319' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYVpTVmT92I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Dkwo0yjGWyM/s72-c/04S7C+ruLeZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-1343121802078555524</id><published>2009-01-30T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:09:33.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By some weird miracle, I went for swim training today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOODNESS. CAN DIE CAN!&lt;/span&gt; I really have never swam with so much strength in a very very long time. The last time I did that was during the life saving course (So many humiliating memories suddenly flood my mind, especially when the guy kept singling me out to say I failed). By the time I reach on end of the pool, we are ready to intervals again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG. CAN KILL CAN!!!&lt;/span&gt; And I learnt how to plunge... BUT! My legs decided to cramp. Once again, painful memories of my ill-fated marathon flood my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horrible leg cramps... the IDIOT who knocked into me for the banana and caused further cramping in my other legs.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS AH WHOEVER U ARE.. WHOEVER U ARE, I WILL NEVER FORGET U&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually contemplating going for the Vertical marathon.. Nearly agreed before jie mei stopped me and asked me to CONSIDER properly. Knowing me, I everything also say ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone/Anyone: Wanna go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone/anyone: Wanna go dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone/anyone: Wanna go die?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can can (Haiyo choy ah! This  yr not good to say such stuff. And of course I won't be so stupid to actually agree )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the picture... After thinking bout it carefully.. The excruciating number of steps to climb, 60 stories... Its like... climbing 6 stories for me can already get quite tiring.. So multiply that by.. Oh wait no.. Pain and the number of steps climbed is not directly proportional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The formula, as thought up by me after thinking bout the marathon, would more likely look like:&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-weight: bold;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pain = (Number of steps climbed)&lt;sup&gt;(at least 2)&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From this very simple equation, we can see that over time, the pain is gonna look like an exponential curve. Put in simple lay man terms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloody painful&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucking painful&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE-FUCKING-STAB-MY-HEART-NOW-AND-RIP-MY-SOUL-OUT PAINFUL.&lt;/span&gt; Many more intermediate Pains in the process, but these are the main stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after all the crap I've talked bout pain, my decision for the VM is NOOOOO. I have no intention of lying in bed for another 2 weeks. NO NO NO!!! And OMG! 60 floors?! U kidding me right? Your knees will hate you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! Went to the farm to buy vegetables for CNY eve!!! What do you do at a farm? OF COURSE! You take PICTURES! WOO HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYMkXq0EtwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xZNvOmbFM8o/s1600-h/DSC04290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYMkXq0EtwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xZNvOmbFM8o/s320/DSC04290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297117575766128386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Erm... God knows what these pseudo-pongpong looking fruits are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYMk1-CRTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GrcRWPnneAk/s1600-h/DSC04273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYMk1-CRTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GrcRWPnneAk/s320/DSC04273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297118096322022946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy is looking at Goat Ne Ne(ok the udders, sorry) getting pumped. Goat's milk anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYMle1qvQxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vQ5mpjKUrAw/s1600-h/DSC04295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYMle1qvQxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vQ5mpjKUrAw/s320/DSC04295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297118798450475794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHH. NUS SWIMMER SIA!!! And his winter melon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, old people need to sleep. Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*Popstar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-1343121802078555524?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1343121802078555524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1343121802078555524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1343121802078555524' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SYMkXq0EtwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xZNvOmbFM8o/s72-c/DSC04290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-1176152371177977068</id><published>2009-01-25T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:00:21.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SXtJG8NPyyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v_Ql-1bqGfY/s1600-h/Atonement_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SXtJG8NPyyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v_Ql-1bqGfY/s320/Atonement_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294906170493881122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something seriously haunting about Atonement. All through the show you are kept at the edge of your seat... then at the end, you realize the twist, and now I cant stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think a movie has had that effect on me before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I have the book again, I shall try and read it more in depth. Hopefully my English is good enough now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*The truth of reality*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-1176152371177977068?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1176152371177977068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1176152371177977068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1176152371177977068' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/SXtJG8NPyyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v_Ql-1bqGfY/s72-c/Atonement_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-718313215564884002</id><published>2009-01-14T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:05:58.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just asked the most stupidest question in tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any self respecting biology student knows this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't transciption take place in the RER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! EVERYONE LAUGHED AT ME!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stupid*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-718313215564884002?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/718313215564884002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/718313215564884002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#718313215564884002' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-4566838318600199163</id><published>2008-12-30T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:51:33.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sickness has been over for almost a week! Eyes have returned to their normal shade. Whee~ And because of that, I've been able to resume my social life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well didn't do much... But the more interesting ones were going to a farm trip with jeremy and eddy. Although it was a rather short trip, but it was so much more fun then hmm.. let's say going to a club. So unconventional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Scrabble IHRG today. Boy is it fun/boring/demoralizing upon so many levels! Darius and I managed to win the 1st doubles, but after that....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BUANG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first single was so pathetic upon so many levels I wished I could stab my heart with the scrabble tile. All my words were vowels... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO TELL ME HOW TO FORM BLOODY WORDS WITH VOWELS!!!&lt;/span&gt; Next round, given my level of suayness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GET ALL CONSONANTS!!! WAHHHHHHHHHHHH CAN CRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually you learn alot of words that actually existed, but you didn't know existed. I don't know whether it's a legitimate english word, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt; is a word. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XU&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XI&lt;/span&gt; are words. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YGO, SYE, SWY&lt;/span&gt; are also words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go try pronounce those words yourself ah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I MANAGED TO TRICK MY OPONENT!!! I SPELLED CADOR!!! WHICH DOESN'T BLOODY EXIST!!! &lt;/span&gt;Thank God he never challenge.HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, shall be heading to Genting with the click of 8 later! My first time to Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics shall be uploaded later ah. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing everyone&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW  YEAR!!! Enjoy 2009!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*Happy new year pull your ear!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-4566838318600199163?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/4566838318600199163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/4566838318600199163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4566838318600199163' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-4924797698034244052</id><published>2008-12-15T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:20:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This does not feel like the holidays at all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been down with fever for like a week, and now that the fever has somewhat subsided, my stomach does not want to accept whatever I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat, vomit, eat, vomit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not holidays can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my dear friends who have been wishing me well. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-4924797698034244052?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/4924797698034244052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/4924797698034244052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4924797698034244052' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-639978122430982261</id><published>2008-12-11T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:16:10.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the midst of recovering from the fever, I looked through the archives and found something I wrote a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's ponder over this qns : &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Can u ever be thinking about nothing? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about nothing... which means you are actually thinking about Something... but Something and Nothing are total opposites... But there is nothing about this something that u are thinking about, so u are actually thinking about a &lt;strong&gt;nothingless something&lt;/strong&gt;.. Which infact means to say that there is something in that nothing that is making u think. Cos if u were thinking about nothing, then surely there has to be something in that nothing to make u think in the first place.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;SO HOW CAN U BE THINKING ABOUT NOTHING?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; idea... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. I must have been VERY bored. THEN AGAIN, it is quite astonishing that I could come up with such an analysis, however rubbish-y it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok shall go and continue recuperating. The fever scared me last night... Was already prepared to go to AnE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God no need. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*Breakin' Up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-639978122430982261?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/639978122430982261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/639978122430982261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#639978122430982261' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-8113083037938052288</id><published>2008-12-08T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:38:28.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;WOO HOO!!! I DID IT!!! I successfully completed the Stan Chart 21k!!! Wahahahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ACTUALLY DID IT!!!! OMG OMG OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to endure cramps in places I never knew existed. Any single movement other than walking resulted in a cramp somewhere, which resulted in another cramp somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to learn the hard way that expressways are actually&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; VERY LONG&lt;/span&gt;. You people think expressways damn short when you sit in cars right?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELL NO!!! IT IS BLOODY LONG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to tell myself not to give up and not to cry while walking on the BLOODY LONG expressway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the finish point is NEVER NEAR!!! OMG! I could almost cry finding the finish point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT STILL! I endured and COMPLETED IT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how it feels to have your legs detached and attached. Then re-detached and re-attached. Then re-re-detached and re-re-attached. AND...... You get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure as hell doing it again next year. And oh yea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;GUCCI/ARMANI/WHATEVER EXPENSIVE BRAND SUNGLASSES, HERE I COME!!!! WAHAHAHAHA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough bout my ACCOMPLISHMENT! Has anyone watched Little Nonya? OMG its the single most depressing show I've have watched. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like SOMEONE PLEASE KILL ME I CAN'T STAND SO MUCH DEPRESSING SCENES- depressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other second is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abuse&lt;/span&gt; scene, or not an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scene, or not an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH WAIT! THE WHOLE BLOODY SHOW IS ABOUT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ABUSE&lt;/span&gt;!!! OMG! UNBELIEVABLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid can... I have no learnt anything bout the Peranakan culture except that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;majority of the women portrayed in it are back-stabbing lying ABUSING bitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and the majority of the men are heartless SEX STARVED ABUSING bastards. GOODNESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The minority is made up of GOONDOOS who don't speak up for themselves and let themselves get ABUSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this get anymore depressing? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH YES IT CAN!&lt;/span&gt; The bad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABUSING&lt;/span&gt; people like never get punished one can. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIKE NOT EVEN A TEENY WEENY BIT. LIKE HELLO!&lt;/span&gt; I know people will sympathise with the good ABUSED people if there were more bad people, but for crying out loud! There is no single bloody moment when someone is not getting ABUSED la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and has anyone noticed whenever some poor person who needs abusing walks by Lin Mei Jiao, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE CONFIRM MUST SAY HOLD IT! 慢着!!&lt;/span&gt; or something along that lines... Goodness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously the show just transfers the usual HDB setting into a Peranakan setting, increases the BITCH FACTOR, increases the ABUSING FACTOR, and calls itself THE LITTLE NONYA. Typical channel 8 show. BOooRing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rename it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The-Little-(I get abused so much its not even suprising)-Nonya." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang Sayang was SO MUCH better and a 1000000 times more informative bout the Peranakan culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*HOLD IT!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-8113083037938052288?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8113083037938052288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8113083037938052288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8113083037938052288' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-5309815545746559225</id><published>2008-12-07T04:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:39:56.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4.37 am in the morning now, and in 15 minutes, I am leaving to run the Stan Chart 1/2-marathon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. Me run... Unprepared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence this blog entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21km before my 21st birthday... Yay me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless my soul =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I heart my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-5309815545746559225?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/5309815545746559225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/5309815545746559225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#5309815545746559225' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-3587426570549945837</id><published>2008-11-29T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:01:28.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you are suay, you really damn suay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme illustrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play mahjong, cannot win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot win, let people win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let people win, you are the idiot who give the winning tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give winning tile, give the full tai. THIS IS SUAY LEVEL 3 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THEN THEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You open your tiles and OMG!!!!!!! THIS IS A FREAKING  大四喜 pai can!!! It's the closest you can get to a  大四喜. IWASTHISCLOSE!!!!! ARGHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you got so suay until you open the tiles and you see 东东 南南 西西 北北, all ready to pong!!!! Then you left with 西西, then someone win..... WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lost $60 bucks like that... Must be all the luck used in exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the current state of the world is very disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*大四喜......*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-3587426570549945837?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3587426570549945837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3587426570549945837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3587426570549945837' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-1428024721222955841</id><published>2008-11-28T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:00:56.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah... Evidently I haven't been blogging for ages... Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, shall start from here =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks has been absolutely deplorable... Wake up, eat, study, eat, eat, study, eat more, eat somemore, sleep. I've been really eating alot.. Macdonald's almost everyday. You should try the Mega Big Mac!!! It's like WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NICE SIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after 3 weeks, the exams are over... While doing 104 yesterday, I was wondering how the hell I ever got my A for bio.. I can't even write an essay properly anymore... I felt so stupid not knowing how to do the questions that I felt like vomitting after 5 min the paper started.. Sheesh, I have never been so unprepared for so many papers before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that exams have finished... WAHAHAHA.. it's back to pre-uni life... No studying, no waking up at 7 to go for lecture... No tutorials to pon... AHHHH~ Life is so meaningless without exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall make an effort to blog more.. The previous skin was too ugly for me to blog on. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*Nobody*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-1428024721222955841?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1428024721222955841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1428024721222955841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1428024721222955841' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-3997495262040738861</id><published>2008-07-24T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:38:22.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lemme give you a lesson on how to classify cousins. Apparently I got this wrong. I thought a 1st cousin is your aunt/uncle's son/daughther, and 2nd meant the child of that 1st cousin, and 3rd meant the child of the 2nd cousin, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the correct version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)If we share &lt;b&gt;grandparents&lt;/b&gt; but have different &lt;b&gt;parents&lt;/b&gt; we are &lt;b&gt;first cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;2)If we share &lt;b&gt;great grandparents&lt;/b&gt; but have different &lt;b&gt;grandparents&lt;/b&gt; we are &lt;b&gt;second cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;3)If we share &lt;b&gt;great-great grandparents&lt;/b&gt; but have different &lt;b&gt;great grandparents&lt;/b&gt; we are &lt;b&gt;third cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So on and so forth.... And when it involves the child of the cousin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)My &lt;b&gt;first cousin's child&lt;/b&gt; and I are &lt;b&gt;first cousins once removed&lt;/b&gt; (one generation difference between us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;2)My &lt;b&gt;first cousin's grandchild&lt;/b&gt; and I are &lt;b&gt;first cousins twice removed&lt;/b&gt; (two generations difference between us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! No more confusion involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Will Cinderella dance again?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-3997495262040738861?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3997495262040738861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3997495262040738861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3997495262040738861' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-5159715099383525903</id><published>2008-07-08T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:36:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched the Wimbeldon Finals on sunday from 11.30pm to 4.30am, and all I can say is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY NADAL WIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I mean the Rafa of course deserves it. They fought for like more than 4 hours. Anybody in that situation would be like mentally dead. And it was clear the Federer was kinda losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY NADAL WIN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left me thinking though. Nadal is like 22, and he has already had so many accomplishments, and here I am, at 21, with erm.... nothing (or rather something substantial)? It isn't to say that we all should live to just accomplish something, something substantial, something pple will go WOW with. People are definitely gonna tell me "why must you try and be like them blah blah blah, they are sportsmen blah blah" or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to put through is more of a feeling of inadequacy, stemming from my inferiority complex I suppose. Of course I am happy with the current state of my life (go on, you can roll your eyes), but this life needs something more. New stuff. New things to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is good, since I can see my life starting to take a new direction. In the sense of learning new stuff. Take for instance diving, which I never thought I would take. Time to learn new skills when life is still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to going on this new direction with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have an interest in tennis. Since I was young, the only 2 sports I have ever liked/found interesting were swimming and tennis. SO, with this new direction, I have started to play tennis, gonna learn tennis, and hopefully become proficient with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am a tennis prodigy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. The lies I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current state of history/biography books in our major bookstores is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPALLING&lt;/span&gt;! Like hello! Why on earth would I wanna read bout the biographies of useless rockstars/soccer players/singers etc etc. LIKE HELLO!!! I dun wanna read bout such stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna read bout Kings and Queens, Emperors and Empresses of Europe, Russia, Denmark! Like where are the bloody books on these people! And all the books on Russia are on Stalin and Lenin, Nicholas II and Alexandra..... Like I know these pple are important, but where's the stuff on previous Tzars?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN HAVE LEI!!!!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally had to settle on a book on Marie Antoinette. And thank god, its a total page turner. Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am just ranting, only weirdos like me read such stuff. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*I'll tell myself I am over you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-5159715099383525903?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/5159715099383525903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/5159715099383525903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5159715099383525903' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-1657879712778433737</id><published>2008-06-12T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:03:51.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS BEEN 2 MTHS!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to re-open (or rather re-re-re-re-reopen, for god knows how many times, this blog) then by blogging bout an absolutely wonderful trip!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly went diving =D Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my 21 years of existence did I expect myself to do such an adventurous thing. Move my lazy ass, get rid of all excuses and go and do diving. Its an absolutely out-of-this-world experience. Especially sitting on the boat, going to the dive site, the feeling is very surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being totally submerged in water aside, the excitement of seeing fishes is an absolute rush. Like you suddenly see this whole school of fish swim past, or even one single fish in front of you, its like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY GOD! FISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole island was just peaceful. The concept of days was obsolete there, since everyday was a Sunday, Monday, Thursday, whichever day you wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is to die for! The fried squid aint the scrawny pieces of string you get at whatever restaurant you get in Singapore. THEY ARE THICK! Like bamboo!!! (I exaggerate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could play cards for like 4 hours straight and it would still be 12 midnight(well cos dinner was early and there was zero entertainment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that the beach was freaking nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BEACH WAS FREAKING NICE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to upload pics but you could see them at jeremy's blog with much better captions then I could ever think up of =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have withdrawal symptoms. I hate going back to work. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO SIAN LA! WHERE MY FRIED SQUID AND CHOCOLATE BANANA MILKSHAKE!!! T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work just gives me headache... Bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*Drink all night and drink a rum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-1657879712778433737?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1657879712778433737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1657879712778433737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1657879712778433737' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-3945675343410297128</id><published>2008-04-14T00:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:37:36.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look who's back =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Bangkok(actually it's been already a week) and back to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why Nickelodeon censors the private parts [read:penis (PP)] of the Proboscis Nose money or whatever that monkey is called. Like, educational what. So weird la. Can you imagine watching Discovery channel and they keep censoring the PP of the animals?! Not their fault that they didn't cover up their PPs what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Nickelodeon is a kid-orientated channel, but like HELLO! what the odds a kid watching would even know that the long thing dangling from the monkey's crotch is even the monkey's dick! At most, he will inquisitively ask his mother/father/guardian what that thing is right. Like totally defeats the purpose of educational shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW THAT'S THE MONKEY'S KUKU  BIRD. NO NEED TO CENSOR. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I have been nua-ing my ass off at home today. Ever since I started work, nua-ing is the only thing I feel like doing on weekends. Of course that and the weekly mahjong sessions. Oh but I did take the initiative to wash clothes. Well, dump them into the washing machine, but hey, help out with some chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a few nicknames. Adding to the list is the one my office people call me. My name is Aaron. My surname is Kwok. My chinese name is Fu Cheng.  Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Fierce!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-3945675343410297128?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3945675343410297128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3945675343410297128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3945675343410297128' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-396772718966651331</id><published>2008-04-05T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:21:11.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok since I can't find a decent template, I shall have to make do with the simple ones Blogger offers. Sorry for the dust-collecting of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut things short, will be taking my first ever flight out of this country later!!!! YAY!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FIRST AIR PLANE FLIGHT!!!!&lt;/span&gt; WAHAHAHAHA~ Going to Bang Kok with Wk and Alvin Tay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just update on this first yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yea, got my first pay cheque! Hoho~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*Flying on a jet plane~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-396772718966651331?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/396772718966651331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/396772718966651331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#396772718966651331' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-332831313676160945</id><published>2008-02-27T02:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:06:07.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At last, a job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daily routine for the past 3 weeks have been somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sleep late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wake up at some funny hour when people have already spent half the day working/studying (read: after 12 noon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Brush teeth, wash face and go back and lie on the bed watching tv. Rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Fall asleep again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Wake up.... with the possibility of falling asleep.... AGAIN! All within 12pm to 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Rot again till dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle continues..... So bloody unproductive. And when I am not at home rotting, I am outside spending WAYYYY too much money. Plus there were so many birthdays this month... GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove around with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yz&lt;/span&gt; last Saturday. Went to places we didn't usually go to, like Clementi to have Botak Jones, Nee Soon Camp at 2am to have horfun(which is pretty good and the serving was huge), Upper Seletar reservoir and Mount Faber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just explicitly have sex in the carpark. There was this car in the carpark, its engines were on, but no lights. One further look and we saw that the windows were covered in newspapers. HAHAHAHA. Doesn't take an idiot to guess what they were doing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first tuition yesterday also! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BOY IS SUCH A DEAR TO WORK WITH!!!&lt;/span&gt; WAHAHAHA! I so enjoy teaching him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many birthdays this month. First it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shilin's&lt;/span&gt;, then it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yilin's&lt;/span&gt;, then it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei hao's&lt;/span&gt; and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audrey's&lt;/span&gt; and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthony's&lt;/span&gt; and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YZ's&lt;/span&gt;. Wooo the list goes on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Yilin's birthday 2 Fridays ago with all 8. Yay! Brought her to Birkenstocks to let her choose her present and then headed to Pasta De Waraku for dinner. The pasta and the service there is superb. Definitely a must-go. And then after that overnight at kbox, which obviously drained all off us. Dear miss Shilin fell aslp at 1 am and suddenly woke up all energetic at 3am. Haha. And in an effort not to waste money having to pay extra mid-night charges, we chatted outside Marina from 4 to 6. In the end Serene, Alvin tay, Wk and I only spent 3 bucks each on the taxi fare back. Wahahaha. Oh yea! We also managed to kop tissue paper from Waraku for Yilin. Once again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;赚到! Wanted to kop the utensils also, but that would have been way to obvious... Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pics to the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R8RgJrOs8lI/AAAAAAAAADE/yzDqkHBQiYg/s1600-h/P150208_21.47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R8RgJrOs8lI/AAAAAAAAADE/yzDqkHBQiYg/s320/P150208_21.47.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171363991467651666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pretty-until-I-really-refused-to-recognize Birthday girl with the free flower from the restaurant. 赚到 again lei Yilin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R8RglrOs8mI/AAAAAAAAADM/lRMXln_K63Q/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R8RglrOs8mI/AAAAAAAAADM/lRMXln_K63Q/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171364472503988834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Deliciously superb pasta. And a cake to top it off =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to The Clinic at Clark Quay to celebrate Audrey's birthday. The place didn't exactly look like a clinic lar... Only the other side from where we sat at had wheelchairs for chairs, so that was quite cool. And they had this drip thingy which you can order and then you suck the alcohol out of the drip and the IV bag. Looked quite cool. But the things there were so ex can. I bought a Shirley Temple and (out of hunger) a basket of fish and chips. Cost me 29 bucks! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WA LAO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And get this, they suck out 1 dollar from your change as tips! WAD THE HELL!&lt;/span&gt; So i got back 20 bucks back instead of 21 bucks. Sigh..... No money already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok no more inspiration to write. So that's it! Cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;*You make me feel warm and fuzzy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-332831313676160945?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/332831313676160945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/332831313676160945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#332831313676160945' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R8RgJrOs8lI/AAAAAAAAADE/yzDqkHBQiYg/s72-c/P150208_21.47.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-651778071510053903</id><published>2008-02-07T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:12:49.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM A FREE BOY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a happy one too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things came in pairs today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I passed my driving test! Like phew~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my pink IC! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BYE NS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its CNY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wish everyone HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*Something PINK this way comes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-651778071510053903?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/651778071510053903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/651778071510053903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#651778071510053903' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-314815039796342998</id><published>2008-02-03T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:47:41.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God noes why I neglected my Grey's Anatomy S3 discs for so long. Absolutely worth watching =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta wait, rather impatiently, for Ugly Betty S2 and Grey's Anatomy S3. NOT EVEN OUT ON CD YET!!! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past weekend has been anything but fruitful. Rot in front of the comp, watch Grey's Anatomy, go for driving, watch more Grey's, look for job, play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAHHHHHH. SOOOOO FUN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight was my dear Shi Lin's bday party. Together with the 8 gang, it was, with no doubt, fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow girls and guys who are already in Uni seem much more older/mature/bigger compared to us. We all felt like kids in a room full of old people. Hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potluck with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Avon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anthony&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Eddy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Daryll&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Meihua&lt;/span&gt; went quite good. No thanks to my lousy cooking skills, I didn't know wad to cook. Thank God the papers just nice gave a recipe for potlucks. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Lucky ME! It didn't come out as nice as the one in the papers (duh) but hey! can eat ok le. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R6XELEzIPsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U9P2m2o27ys/s1600-h/Pottluck+%2863%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R6XELEzIPsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U9P2m2o27ys/s320/Pottluck+%2863%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162748242395938498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R6XEZkzIPtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2XIUYJKtZsM/s1600-h/Pottluck+%2864%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R6XEZkzIPtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2XIUYJKtZsM/s320/Pottluck+%2864%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162748491504041682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Top) No wind. Dun look supermodel&lt;br /&gt;(Bottom) With the fan in their face, got hair blown look. Got Supermodel look. Pretty right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R6XDyUzIPrI/AAAAAAAAACs/y9q1Q5x936s/s1600-h/Potluck+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R6XDyUzIPrI/AAAAAAAAACs/y9q1Q5x936s/s320/Potluck+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162747817194176178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R6XDX0zIPqI/AAAAAAAAACk/FZAkAycS5Pc/s1600-h/Potluck+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R6XDX0zIPqI/AAAAAAAAACk/FZAkAycS5Pc/s320/Potluck+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162747361927642786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avon's bed is uber comfy. Now you noe why the lazy pig slps until so late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.photo.gif" alt="Add Image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R6XC1kzIPpI/AAAAAAAAACc/vIVhvWoLhNQ/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R6XC1kzIPpI/AAAAAAAAACc/vIVhvWoLhNQ/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162746773517123218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I was not scared watching the horror show we borrowed. So boring la. The ghost wasnt even remotely scary. Goodness. I think Anthony did a better job scaring me. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;*Breathe... Just keep breathing.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-314815039796342998?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/314815039796342998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/314815039796342998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#314815039796342998' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R6XELEzIPsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U9P2m2o27ys/s72-c/Pottluck+%2863%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-7961569573890041778</id><published>2008-01-24T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:41:10.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I want to believe I can cook, I came to a realization that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I CAN'T COOK/FOLLOW A RECIPE FOR NUTS&lt;/span&gt;. Pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to a recipe I saw on the website. It looked easy, little ingredients, no baking, preparation time 20 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea right.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, half of the 5 ingredients cldnt be bought in NTUC. Then I had to go to a specialty baking shop to get the rest. Of course, I was lost in the shop. Couldn't find stuff. After a long while of getting lost and blurrly looking aisle after aisle, finally found the stuff. Yay me. One obstacle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the actual making of the stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the recipe said to use 3 cups of milk. Erm... How much is that? I have big cup, small cup, medium cup, pink cup, glass cup, plastic cup. Nevermind, I anyhow use a glass cup and dump 3 of-that-cup into the bowl. Then 8 ounces of whipped topping. How much is 8 ounces.... At the rate this was going, something was bound to crop up... Hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the mixing. The kitchen was "snowing" with pudding powder... Over the counter top, basin.... The recipe said to fold in the ingredients. So I folded it... folded it... folded it... still folding, and the thing was nowhere near appetizing. Had to summon the electric mixer. The electric mixer made a lot of collateral damage mixing the watery batter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward... After 7 hours in the fridge, the thing looks like a monstrosity. God Save Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I suppose to become a house husband like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, O levels came out today. On the news, some top scorer said, in chinese, that her secret formula for scoring well was to "go home do homework and revise her work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty ah, I was looking forward to some more exciting secret formula lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have said : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"I go home and do yoga and starve myself and burn my homework and mix in water and drink it."&lt;/span&gt; or  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"drink brand's essence(suprise suprise) and then do the chicken dance and put my hands on the TYS, close my eyes and concentrate hard and try and absorb its essence and memorise the answers"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like something more exotic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also go home do homework and revise my work wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough monstrosities for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Maybe you didn't try hard enough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7961569573890041778?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7961569573890041778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7961569573890041778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7961569573890041778' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-7377093641201477069</id><published>2008-01-15T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:49:14.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went through the archives a while ago, and I found this entry :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I FAILED MY GP!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHHAHAHA....stupid stupid stupid stupid... only one in the whole class who failed gp...yours truly... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;me engrish bad..veli veli bad.. me slp hor, then wake up and do hor, can pass quite well one lei.. then hor.. this time i hor, dae b4 GP got look thlu some assays(hmm i wonder how u spell tat) lei.. see! sho the hardworking lite.. then in the ending.. BUANG i tell u.. BUANG!!! FAIL!!! see english bad..cannot speel or talk ploporly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i mean like wad the..its so unfair man... on some occasions, i can slp my arse thru the paper n wake up and write an essay, and can pass rather well.. now i put in some effort and this is wad i get.. fark it man... fark it.. FARK!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I can't believe I was the only one in class to fail GP! Retrospectively speaking, that's quite cool. My engrish really that bad meh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite weird how when you look through your archives and find yourself scratching your head, asking yourself "Erh, wad was I writing about?". You wrote the entries like damn angry or sad, lambasting some thing that happened at that point of the moment. Like v. big impact on your live like that. But now when you try to think back, you can't remember what-the-hell or who-the-hell you were scolding or being sad over. Haha. Real weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to T3 with Ant, Avon, Jeremy and Eddy on Friday. Truth be told, I didn't see anything really impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, there were those light saving panel thingies on the ceiling which made the ceiling look a tad bit nicer then most ceilings, and they looked quite 3-D la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nice toilets... unopened/or was it late-that's-why-closed restaurants... and it looked new(duh)... and nice big white newish carparks. Yea... reminiscent of T2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to travel more to other airports to actually appreciate the true splendor of T3. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it was v. long can... tiring to walk you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pics! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R4xG5tqRFZI/AAAAAAAAACM/GZOU0oqXofk/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R4xG5tqRFZI/AAAAAAAAACM/GZOU0oqXofk/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155573630755739026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dinner at Popeye's. Taste almost like KFC la. Eddy studying while we ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R4xGa9qRFYI/AAAAAAAAACE/mliIzRXr1GU/s1600-h/IMG_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R4xGa9qRFYI/AAAAAAAAACE/mliIzRXr1GU/s320/IMG_1403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155573102474761602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE SPACIOUS TOILETS! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R4xFptqRFXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QiDQC2xB0R8/s1600-h/IMG_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R4xFptqRFXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QiDQC2xB0R8/s320/IMG_1393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155572256366204274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you look properly, there are actually quite little lights in the ceiling, but the whole place is very well-lit, quite efficient hor. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R4xFINqRFWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2OhKQn0qjGg/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 237px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R4xFINqRFWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2OhKQn0qjGg/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155571680840586594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R4xIFNqRFaI/AAAAAAAAACU/QNKsQ1ldKcU/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R4xIFNqRFaI/AAAAAAAAACU/QNKsQ1ldKcU/s320/DSC01389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155574927835862434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HUMP!!! Haha Our usual nonsense. This time playing with the trolley. Video in Jeremy blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;惡作劇2吻 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;episode 5 is coming out today! Whee~ Haha Cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Sozin's Comet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7377093641201477069?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7377093641201477069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7377093641201477069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7377093641201477069' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R4xG5tqRFZI/AAAAAAAAACM/GZOU0oqXofk/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-7872737990523420123</id><published>2008-01-05T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:29:47.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hereby declare 惡作劇之吻 the BEST DRAMA IN THE WHOOOLLLLEEE WIDE WORLD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny and sad (yes I cried dunno how many times) and happy and not draggy and the songs are nice and and.. dunno how to describe also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so freaking happy now la! OH 天啊!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone ever get that sudden wave of inspiration/happiness/optimism when you watch a certain show or hear a song?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel so HAPPY and optimistic and looking forward to the future and makes u think bout flowers and bunnies hopping bout in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; and the you just feel like you're the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KING OF THE WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like your heart has flowers blossoming in every ventricle and vein and muscle. You get that sudden vigour and energy flowing in your blood. And you feel like you have ALL the energy in the world to run about like an idiot and feel like a kid once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;太刺激了啦~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you go to the mirror and stare at yourself and keep smiling to yourself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES I AM WEIRD!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so freaking happy now la! 天啊!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry might seriously seem way too 夸张 but I can't care less. HECK AHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's the start of the new year, I am not gonna let this silly stupid feeling go away. A NEW START TO 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must be OPTIMISTIC and HAPPY and HAPPY, then only good things will happen 不是吗! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*Say you love me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6610191-7872737990523420123?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7872737990523420123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7872737990523420123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7872737990523420123' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-6895620541165512896</id><published>2007-12-25T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T02:15:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update once I get all the photos.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I need to thank :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Avonda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Anthony&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Eddy&lt;/span&gt; for spending my Bday and Friday with me. Had a great time playing mahjong until the wee hours of the morning, coming home and then waking up to meet them again, then go for Botak Jones, cutting the cake, more mahjong, breakfast at Macs at 4am. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these of course accompanied by loads of nonsense, photos and 2 extremely funny videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Shilin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Alvin Tay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Serene&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;KW&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yilin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt; for spending Christmas eve eve and Christmas eve together as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who wished me Happy Birthday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with everyone now  down with  some kinda illness, Eddy with sore throat, I with sore throat,  Yilin with  sore throat, Serene with sore throat, hope everyone recovers soon.  Such a kill joy to be sick in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to Jeremy for pang seh-ing you at the life-saving course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Sorrrreeeee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-6895620541165512896?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/6895620541165512896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/6895620541165512896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6895620541165512896' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-7471436098358339745</id><published>2007-12-17T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:41:17.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in dire need of help now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really need help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god... the possibility of having to spend my bday, christmas and new year's day in camp is becoming highly possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST KILL ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seriously it doesn't pay to help. And history is repeating itself..... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like entering a bank and holding the door for a person, not knowing he is a robber. And when he is caught, people think you are an accomplice also. WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious wrong place wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;*Kill me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7471436098358339745?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7471436098358339745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7471436098358339745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7471436098358339745' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-9001164197096055858</id><published>2007-12-06T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:17:02.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note: It's very hard to save lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's wad I learnt on monday. My arms and legs and eyes are painful and sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE PAIN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being there made me feel like I was back in swimming lesson when I was in primary school. Swimming lesson was the only lesson I looked forward to(well kinda) on Sat evenings. The lesson wasn't so fun per se, not as much as swimming with all those frens I made. Lets call them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant-rmb-his-name-number-1 and 2&lt;/span&gt;. Competing to see who cld swim fastest, playing catching, swimming to the bottom of the pool to fetch the nice-looking-weights Mr.Phillip threw into the pool... Ahhhh... Nostalgic! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how noone likes playing catching now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaes, learning life-saving with Jeremy, and he and I cant save each other for NUTS. DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will get better. Yes it will. Haha......I think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent splendidly wonderfully with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy, Mei Hua, Daryl, Avonda, Eddy and Ah Neh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kbox to sing, took alot of spastic photos (trust me, they were spastic) and then went to hk cafe to eat dinner. YCY joined in later, with no apparent use, but we shant touch on that shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Let the pics do the talkin. I tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R1bcoO9kR-I/AAAAAAAAABk/m5jxjF-R7Io/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R1bcoO9kR-I/AAAAAAAAABk/m5jxjF-R7Io/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was of cos left soley for the purpose of playing Mahjong. Wad else. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*The witch's promise*&lt;/span&gt;&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/6610191-9001164197096055858?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/9001164197096055858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/9001164197096055858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#9001164197096055858' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R1bcoO9kR-I/AAAAAAAAABk/m5jxjF-R7Io/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-7155522268543935543</id><published>2007-12-03T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T01:30:29.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM BACK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*Shift back lo!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7155522268543935543?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7155522268543935543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7155522268543935543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7155522268543935543' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-7028660030081439057</id><published>2007-11-28T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:51:30.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MISTER ME HAS MOVED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gullibuble.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://gullibuble.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye to the-blog-which-has-accompanied-for-3-yrs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7028660030081439057?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7028660030081439057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7028660030081439057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7028660030081439057' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-2372465460198860816</id><published>2007-11-27T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:41:35.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. AM. SO. TIRED. OH. MY. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No energy..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Henceishalljustblogsuperfastandtypenonsensicalstuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above sentence is supposed to make it seem as if I typed very fast and in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the ever adventurous foodie that Long is, we went to eat at &lt;strong&gt;GIRAFFE&lt;/strong&gt;! 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sats&lt;/span&gt; ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High class lei. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anyways&lt;/span&gt;, the food was reasonable priced, and Yong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zhi&lt;/span&gt; and I, seeing that we already planned on eating a nice dinner, decided to go all out and eat good food (Read : Order &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal : &lt;strong&gt;45.50&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallet : &lt;strong&gt;Empty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R0ry8l1zsOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Bm7fa49wCow/s1600-h/n633913423_282385_6416%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137185447733342434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R0ry8l1zsOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Bm7fa49wCow/s320/n633913423_282385_6416%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HCP&lt;/span&gt;2. Deliciously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wonderfulicious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mangoish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mock tail&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hoho&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R0rznF1zsPI/AAAAAAAAABU/8J9Ou2eMKC8/s1600-h/n633913423_282393_1539%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137186177877782770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R0rznF1zsPI/AAAAAAAAABU/8J9Ou2eMKC8/s320/n633913423_282393_1539%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ignore the Boy. Focus on the plate of &lt;strong&gt;orgasmic-gastronomic-heaven&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dessert, is Molten Chocolate Lava.... Or was it Molten Lava Chocolate... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hm mm&lt;/span&gt;... but wad the heck, all the same. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITS DELICIOUS CAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITS LIKE ORGASMIC LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its that kinda &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;-I'M-LIKE-IN-HEAVEN-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PLS&lt;/span&gt;-KILL-ME &lt;/span&gt;feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor Dong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; order any dessert. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. But I good, I share. I give him big piece! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; tired. Cant blog. Cant think. Night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Theory of relativity*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-2372465460198860816?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/2372465460198860816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/2372465460198860816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2372465460198860816' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R0ry8l1zsOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Bm7fa49wCow/s72-c/n633913423_282385_6416%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-7996841183848295751</id><published>2007-11-21T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:23:36.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 days of day off (haha such a cute sentence) pass so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is even contemplating watching Bee movie, PLEASE STOP CONTEMPLATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R0Q_Qs_FvqI/AAAAAAAAABE/wLCPujJMJLc/s1600-h/1345557872_af688ee70c%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135299031295442594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R0Q_Qs_FvqI/AAAAAAAAABE/wLCPujJMJLc/s320/1345557872_af688ee70c%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, totally far-fetched-to-the-point-of-stupidity, and... well sleep inducing. It just made me feel more sleepy then I already was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon bout bees talking to humans, I can accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon bout humans and bees drinking coffee. Stiillll acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon bout bees and humans falling in love. Erm... With some imagination, still can accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon bout bees suing humans. Pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon bout a whole swarm of bees being able to lift a plane and a whole lot of other rubbish. &lt;strong&gt;OMG! LIKE WHATEVERRRR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I'll believe bees could actually do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZERO&lt;/strong&gt; stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to blog about other stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*There are some people you need not wait for*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7996841183848295751?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7996841183848295751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7996841183848295751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7996841183848295751' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/R0Q_Qs_FvqI/AAAAAAAAABE/wLCPujJMJLc/s72-c/1345557872_af688ee70c%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-9006815297876064414</id><published>2007-11-10T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T15:19:05.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Murphy's Law &lt;/strong&gt;(read : the &lt;strong&gt;when-u-suay-u-really-damn-suay law&lt;/strong&gt;) reared its ugly head again today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from Alywin's chalet at 2 in the morning, and found that I got my driving test timing wrongly... 11am instead of 8am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH &lt;strong&gt;BLURNESS&lt;/strong&gt; CAN ONE PERSON STORE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for my case, apparently ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then flunked the driving test... Curbs I didnt used to mount I mounted... O well... Blame it on the tester... grumpy old fool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, gotta renew PDL(hai). The bloody queue was uberliciously long... I waited for 1 hour, just sitting there and rotting, wallowing in self-pity... boo hooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, when I get to the counter, my atm payment gets REJECTED. And the stupid counter aunty doesn't have change for my 50bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which idiotic payment counter doesnt have small, loose change to return to the customer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe stupid woman asks me to go get small change and come back later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea right......... Later wad time hah? And make me wait another 1 hr right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT! They just closed the queuing number machine... So the stupid woman expects me to GO find change, then come back, and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still has the audacity to answer me in a matter-of-factly tone. $%#$^%%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stupidly made myself lost yesterday on the way to Alywin's chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking walked, cake in hand, from white sands ALL THE WAY to Aloha &lt;strong&gt;Loyang&lt;/strong&gt;, only to find that I am supposed to go to Aloha &lt;strong&gt;Changi&lt;/strong&gt;  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WWWWWHHHHHHYYYYYYYY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring u noe...wa lao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven been to a chalet in almost 2 yrs.. the last being, erm... the one in... erm... eh..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point exactly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party got much more fun towards the end, with the less sporting party poopers who left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't drink, I had to put ice in my undies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; aint a good feeling. Serious. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I enjoyed my ride home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*I think you are fly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-9006815297876064414?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/9006815297876064414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/9006815297876064414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#9006815297876064414' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-7938234465687263643</id><published>2007-11-06T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:15:40.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I have nothing to do, and the comp is still on, I might as well blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at my old old entries... the Dec 2005 one.. On it I made some resolutions... Let's see how well I kept to those resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it's almost already 2 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;1)This para, by the end of 2006, will noe how to spk jap, and hopefully hindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfulifilled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jap lesson went highly unsuccessful, owing to the abit-boring teacher and my partner, Miss Shilin, who always made me pon my lessons. HAHAHAHAH. Ok I shant push to blame ENTIRELY to her... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;2)This para, by the end of 2006, hopefully will be in med skool, or not somewhere else's med skool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I've cleared my As and made it into uni, so I am halfway there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)This para, by the end of 2006, will be a NSman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Status : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Done, though not out of motivation, but by force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;4)This para, by the end of 2006, will wear a singlet and show off his oh-so-sexy biceps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Status : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Erm... Fatter wld be more like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;5)This para, by the end of 2006, will learn how to communicate more maturely and have a more mature outlook on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hmmm Mature... I do have a more cynical outlook on life.. So yea! Mature it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There you have it, after 2 years, almost all my resolutions have not been fulfilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like jus last yr I made this resolution... Apparently it was the yr before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO here I am.. Still aimless and drifting in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Resolutions were never meant to be kept*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7938234465687263643?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7938234465687263643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7938234465687263643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7938234465687263643' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-8253881041607237607</id><published>2007-11-06T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:48:19.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; LOG IN TO BLOGGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been totally relaxing... out of camp, at home, albeit the sore mouth and teeth... mahjong! Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, bought 1 pair of beetlebugs, 2 shirts, 1 pair of jeans, 1 pair of shorts... Still gotta get 1 bag... Gosh I am spending WAYYYYYYYYYYYYY (300 plus to be exact) too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with darryl to see computers at Sim Lim Sq on Sunday... My stupid PMS comp is finally gonna get replaced! Yayness. The bitch of a comp, after spending 120bucks to repair it, went back to it's bitchy self after 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA KAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend half my ang bao money on the bloody comp and it goes back to its PMS-i-on-when-i-want-to-on self... Makes me feel like the comp is the owner... Sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after our trip to Sim Lim, the new comp costs ard 600 plus.. which is okay, since I am paying it for myself =) M0re than enough cash to spare. Wahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long, Dong and I went to eat Turkish food for dinner... The food was all lamb, and the pot of mint tea came in one pot and 3 cute little glasses. Wasnt fantastic, but it was unique for a change. Had ice cream from one of those unique-flavour ice cream shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stardust is an absolutely fantastic movie. I didnt know there were so many famous actors in it. But that aside, I wouldn't mind watching it again!!! Its suuuuuuuuuuupppppppppperrrrr nice. Michelle Pfeiffer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay done. Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*One of a kind*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-8253881041607237607?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8253881041607237607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8253881041607237607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8253881041607237607' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-7592497464678153912</id><published>2007-10-11T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T02:21:09.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/Rw0RCLsO72I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZS-oCM8ahSg/s1600-h/collage56%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been going to places I haven been to/haven been to in ages the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pulau Ubin with long, dong and yz 2 Sats ago, with ting's friend's. Certainly a refreshing outing compared to our usual outings to town for movie/dinner. Cycled on roads; cycled on dirt paths; cycled through paths not located on the maps; got lost in the muddy swampy areas for an hour, only to come back to square one. The bikes were totally caked with heaps and heaps of mud. We spent an hour washing the bikes at the toilet cuz we were afraid we had to pay at the shop for them to clean our bikes. Turns out, they wash it for u FOC... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/Rw0RCLsO72I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZS-oCM8ahSg/s1600-h/collage56%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/Rw0RCLsO72I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZS-oCM8ahSg/s1600-h/collage56%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of my time in OBS at Ubin. Haha with jx... I totally irritated her during the kayaking trip. Come to think of it, I also irritated shilin on our LTC kayaking trip. If we had the chance, I think both of us wld have jus used the paddles and whacked the knockers out of each other. Haha. There she was having a headache and motion sickness, and there I was with my partial deafness and inadequate rowing strength. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Nightmares*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went with Shilin and YY to sentosa on sunday. Haven been to Sentosa in like a yr and a half. And in that yr and a half, Sentosa has changed alot. You've gotta pay for almost everything now. The musical fountain performance used to be free can... Now must pay 6 plus bucks.. WTH.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By time we reached there, it was already like 1830(it was raining in the afternoon, so we shelved sentos and caught a movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cld have sworn I wld have died of heart attack there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all fell aslp ard 8 oclock... Ok so apparently only&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; fell aslp &lt;strong&gt;-_-&lt;/strong&gt;. SO ANYWAES, those 2 conviniently decide to go for a walk without telling me. So when slping beauty woke up, I was alone, on the beach, at night! Can u imagine how scared I was?! Their belongings, inclding hp and slippers, were still ard. All kinda weird thoughts filled my head... Wa lao I thouht they got kidnapped or wad can.. Plus they were alr missing for like 15 min... I got so scared I called Darren... I duno why also.. I seriously felt like crying. Just as I called Darren, they suddenly appeared... phe-ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I remained CALM! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this damn cool bag shop in VivoCity! Am so gonna get the bag there. Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and congrats to miss Shilin for the thingy... the entrepeneurship thingy stuff... Haha. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/Rw0S97sO73I/AAAAAAAAAAs/y8ujUYVNysM/s1600-h/collage56%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119769206594662258" style="WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/Rw0S97sO73I/AAAAAAAAAAs/y8ujUYVNysM/s320/collage56%5B1%5D.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/Rw0RCLsO72I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZS-oCM8ahSg/s1600-h/collage56%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vivocity and Sentosa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Spastic me doesn't have sunglasses, so gotta use Apple tea bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/Rw0XDLsO74I/AAAAAAAAAA0/UyYkpL2pUCI/s1600-h/n609986403_212395_4446%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119773694835486594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/Rw0XDLsO74I/AAAAAAAAAA0/UyYkpL2pUCI/s320/n609986403_212395_4446%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/Rw0Xo7sO75I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EsxMk7rXweg/s1600-h/n609986403_212399_4074%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119774343375548306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/Rw0Xo7sO75I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EsxMk7rXweg/s320/n609986403_212399_4074%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UBIN! And it's muddy tracks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Secret's weren't meant to be kept*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7592497464678153912?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7592497464678153912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7592497464678153912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7592497464678153912' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/Rw0S97sO73I/AAAAAAAAAAs/y8ujUYVNysM/s72-c/collage56%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-98109860455602379</id><published>2007-09-25T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:11:31.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After like 6 mths not meeting Yunyi, the 3 of us, shillin, yy and I finally went out last Sat. We actually thonned outside of Cathay and PS until 6 plus in the morning, jus chilling out and chatting bout all sorts of stuff. So Happy la! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To quote from Miss Shilin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"it seems just yesterday that we went to LTC.&lt;br /&gt;that we met for Wild Wild Wet.&lt;br /&gt;that we took our 1st neoprint.&lt;br /&gt;that we went to sumo house almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;that we spent our 1st xmas watching love actually tgr." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We didnt even noe YY when we went for LTC, and somehow after LTC, all 3 of us became super duper close. Of all the camps I have gone to, none of the frens have actually stuck as good frens. YY being the exception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna do all of them again! Neoprints and Sumo House meetings and crappings! How times passes... its been almost 2 yrs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YY and I bought miss shilin a big box of nice strawberry stuff! Haha. Our treat =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its kinda sad how time passes so fast, and the older you grow, the more you reminicse bout past events... When you were young, you didn't even think bout wad you did last yr... U nv heard any P4 saying "How I miss P3 life...." hahaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*We are growing OLDER!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-98109860455602379?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/98109860455602379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/98109860455602379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#98109860455602379' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-959285077059247263</id><published>2007-09-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:09:47.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Murphy's Law states that "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Alternatively put, "&lt;strong&gt;Anything that can go wrong, will—at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you are having a really bad day, where everything you do seems to go wrong, remember Murphy's Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singlishly put, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you are suay, you are really damn suay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Even the tiniest of things can go horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You miss the bus and gotta wait another freaking half-an-hr, when you are already late. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You double check, even triple check on stuff. But owing to ur already rubbishly luck, the thing still goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to illustrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember. Murphy's Law. It's REAL. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*Influencing others is like lending your soul to another person.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-959285077059247263?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/959285077059247263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/959285077059247263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#959285077059247263' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-8681221272103564945</id><published>2007-08-31T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:37:14.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My wonderful computer is acting up... after 2 yrs of dormant normalcy, its screw-upness is showing up again.. I can't enter the Net, MSN, use System-Restore... Sigh... Its like it suffered a partial stroke, paralysed waist down.... Some components and programmes can be used, but the other half is useless. Go figure =S AND THE STUPID "ENTER" button is NOT WORKING! How on Earth am I supposed to paragraph my sentences.... ARGH... dumb comp... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Paragraph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  What's the deal with parents queueing up like its th end of the world if their kids do not enter a popular primary school... So wad if the school is "steeply inclined in the Arts and Sports"? They are afterall only primary school kids... Wad arts do you wanna instill in them other than Potato Prints and Paper Mache? Its likewise utterly absurd to think jus cos a particular primary school churned out a top student for PSLE, its gonna do the same for their kids. So I suppose if all the parents in Singapore sent their kids to that particular primary school, ALL the kids in Singapore are gonna be top PSLE students. And so if a school is "steeply inclined in the arts" , they can bring their kids to Singapore Arts Museum or the Louvre and enjoy paintings and exchange thoughtful rantings bout pieces by Monet and Picasso and whoever-the-artist is? I guess there is only a slightly more advantage to sending your kid to a renowned school... MAYBE, jus maybe, it cld do your kid some good... Digressing, the do visit &lt;a href="http://www.jiangjiangjiangjiang.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.jiangjiangjiangjiang.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for some utterly mouth-wattering, deliciously heavenly looking cakes. ENJOY =) My comp is pissing me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-8681221272103564945?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8681221272103564945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8681221272103564945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8681221272103564945' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-7314423994356261395</id><published>2007-08-22T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:26:37.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow the notes upon a journey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first sight marks your destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once the voyage comes to an end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Return lies within hasty keys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyone in the right mind should seriously go watch "Secret". Even if you abhor Jay Chou, detest Jay Chou, hate-to-the-point-of-u-rather-kill-yourself dislike Jay Chou, you should definitely give the movie a chance. Brush off the initial thought of "EEE JAY CHOU" and FREAKING GO WATCH IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is thoroughly confusing, yet thouroughly enjoyable. Even if you dun like the movie, I'll promise you that you will like the soundtrack. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its fabulatastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could play the piano well. After 14 freaking yrs of piano.. I still cant play it... SIgh... how to play all those nice pieces u tell me... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Secret*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7314423994356261395?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7314423994356261395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7314423994356261395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7314423994356261395' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-1724764151165821834</id><published>2007-08-04T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:12:37.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Had high class Maggii Mee today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met up with Serene, WK, KW, Oliver and Yilin today for dinner. While looking for a dinner spot at Central Mall, we saw this very long queue outside this Jap restaurant. This particular restaurant, from my memory, is eternally having a long queue. So we decided to queue as well, without looking at the menu. Queued for like 45 min, then when we were next in line into the rest, we saw the menu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It only had 3 freaking items. Ramen with chicken base soup (12 bucks), Ramen with chicken base soup with green chilli (12 bucks) and Ramen with god-noes-wad (15 bucks). Now the ramen is plain, so u gotta add on toppings and sides, which cost 4 bucks at least. Nonetheless, we decided the Ramen could be REALLY DELICIOUS. Some woman went out actually exclaiming "Thats was so worth the money!", to which Miss Yilin gave some sarcastic remark with her fake english accent. Haha :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, we ordered the first ramen, which turned out, expectedly, like a big bowl of Maggi. Chicken flavour. Nice, thick flavour, but nonetheless Maggi-ish. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serene said maybe we dunno how to appreciate such food. Haha. Any Yilin and I , while waiting for our food to be served, munched and munched on loads of sesame seeds provided by the restaurant. Haha we finished like half a bottle. Splendidly Delicious! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to digress. The world's Most Voluptous Virgin, and currently my fav, other than Ai Tominaga. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting Brazilian Supermodel....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Adriana Francesca Lima!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/cupidarrow/adriannalima3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/cupidarrow/adriannalima2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/cupidarrow/adriannalima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too bad she doesnt do much runway shows, hence mostly the skimpy shots. Hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slpy time. Got driving in the morning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*Swift as the coursing river*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-1724764151165821834?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1724764151165821834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1724764151165821834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1724764151165821834' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-3331861352570632781</id><published>2007-08-03T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T02:02:07.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Making new friends is such a chore. You gotta get past that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi (silence) Where do u live (silence) What do you do (longer silence)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;phase, which is so tiresome and forced. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;absolutely hate that phase and almost everytime pull myself into a vortex of austistic silence and self entertainment, cutting myself off from the whole world. In other words, I "zi bi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today however, I was spared that forced nicecities while making friends. Owing to the fact that both my parents were working late and I had to solve the problem of dinner, and that I hadn't seen Alwyin in ages, we went out for dinner. But before that we had to go to the Singapore Art museum to attend the opening his fren was involved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now normally, I wouldn't even step foot in such place. Its so English and High Class. Like you would need special eyes to actually be able to comprehend the meaning behind the countless numbers of rubbish paintings and their equally rubbishy names, &lt;strong&gt;WHICH&lt;/strong&gt;, never ever seem to be of&lt;strong&gt; ANY&lt;/strong&gt; relation to their paintings. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaes, had to go cos Alwyin's friend was involved in the opening. Thank god Alwyin's friends Reena and Vanantha were such friendly pple. Although they did ask the usual "where do u stay, what do u do" qns, the way they asked it was so lively and not-boring. Thankfully I didnt have to retreat into my "vortex of silence". Got along well with them =) Such nice pple, although they were like the englishy-englishy and intelligenty (Reena is in Mensa or smth, and Vanantha studies Med and Anorexic bitch aka Alywin studies Law) they didnt have any airs or arrogance about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In a way, it felt refreshing talking to them. Topics I dun usually talk about with my gangs, like the more philosophical stuff bout life(which totally bores the hell out of me), I talked bout it with them. And it didnt feel all that borish or cheemish. It was understandable and I could relate to it. It jus felt refreshing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderfully fab time with them, bitching with Alwyin, Reena and Vanantha about pple and life, and viewing, possibly for the last time, so many artsy-fartsy stuff in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Save yourself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-3331861352570632781?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3331861352570632781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3331861352570632781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3331861352570632781' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-7282636681577298625</id><published>2007-08-02T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:27:12.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is something fundementally wrong with our society that seriously bewilders me...  It could be also happening in other countries, but let's just narrow it down to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Number One :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on hormones. Blame it on teenage foolishness. Blame it on the thrill, but why do so many pple have unsafe premarital sex? I mean, dun get me wrong, I am &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; for premarital sex, &lt;strong&gt;GO PREMARITAL SEX!!&lt;/strong&gt; But why do it the unsafe way, then the boyfriend "accidently" ejaculates in the girlfren, and &lt;strong&gt;TADA!&lt;/strong&gt; Suprise of all suprises, u get an unwanted baby. Then the arsehole of the boyfriend refuses to acknowledge the baby... yada yada yada... Why go thru all the trouble? &lt;strong&gt;If u want to have sex, use a condom!&lt;/strong&gt; And from wad I noe, some pple are actually stupid enuf to get "accidently" pregnant like more then 2 times... Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Number Two :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having too many children when you noe u can't afford it, the operative words being CAN'T AFFORD IT. I just saw a case, the parents have 5 kids... and they can't afford one of their lower mentally challenged sons to special school. Sigh.. Stop at 2 please. In the end, the kids suffer, the bills can't get paid, the parents have to slog like slaves jus to make ends meet... Sigh... Sex is good between husband and wife, but as usual, dun be traditional conservative tweets, and refuse to use a condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Number Three :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink driving. I think pple who drink and drive are socially irresponsible nit-wits. Fuckards if u will. Its so irksome to read bout drivers getting into accidents jus cos they drank. Like wth. If u want to drink and have fun in the pub/club/coffee shop or whereever it is this arseholes drink, then DUN DRIVE!!! For Heaven's and good of the whole of humanity, &lt;strong&gt;DUN FUCKING DRINK AND DRIVE.&lt;/strong&gt; So many families are destroyed cos of that. And you have the riders who ride with them, I dunno whether they can be classified as stupid also, but it is right? You jolly well noe the driver is drunk, then go drive with them for wad? Enuf said... Jus pisses me off reading the articles in the papers. Dumb celebrities with God-complexes dun help the situation either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be socially responisible. Thanks. The world doesn't revovle ard you only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Holy Fools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7282636681577298625?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7282636681577298625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7282636681577298625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7282636681577298625' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-8708476308197833437</id><published>2007-07-21T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T03:08:45.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/RqEEgTXyVfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OwLg4Iojins/s1600-h/024917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089354006907737586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/RqEEgTXyVfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OwLg4Iojins/s320/024917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TADA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At 2.45am in the morning, I have created my finest piece to date... with color and all, although it/she still looks uber ugly. O wells.. am proud of myself =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've alwaes wanted to become a fashion designer. Its the only thing I've ever actually liked since I was young... Ever since I can remember, I've been drawing them... Ugly to less uglier to slight ugly... Still ugly but it's on its way... Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lalalalala~ I can't stop staring at the pic... It took so long to actually color the dress.. and then the skin, making it/she look like some burnt victim... and the disappearance of my black marker meant blue hair for her... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I AM ECSTATIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to blog something darker and more evil, but seeing that I've just accomplished something that means so much to me, I shall let the dark and evil entry off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental Note : NEVER add Tobasco sauce to pasta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long n I went out to satisfy his Pasta Mania craving today. Evident from my mental note, I cleverly added tonnes of Tobasco sauce... Suprise suprise.. It was blazing hot... At least the cheesy sausages were nice.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walked ard the whole of PS after that, then went to British Wadever to buy snacks. I bought meself a Wadever Cheesy Chicken. Extra Spicy. With ooddles and ooddles of CHEESE!!! YUM YUM YUM. Long being the freak cheese eater he is (you should see the amt of cheese he added to the cabonara), ate nachos and CHEESE!!! Then we walked to City hall, and then central... Saw nth nice... Except for the Jap Supermarket thingy shop at Central... The drinks sold there were so exquisite.. In tin bottles of all sizes..Huge and small and medium.. And Qoo coke with lemon and orange!!! You could jus go mad there. Wahahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coloring has taken a toll on my energy. Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;*A genuine desire to inflict pain&amp;amp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/6610191-8708476308197833437?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8708476308197833437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8708476308197833437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8708476308197833437' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOvzt_PoZ64/RqEEgTXyVfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OwLg4Iojins/s72-c/024917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6610191.post-7606079211323823036</id><published>2007-07-11T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:53:03.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26 more min to shut the comp down and lie on the bed and read my newly borrowed book "Notes on a scandal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Might as well, since I will jus stare at the comp until 1 or 2 in the morning, and end up waking up feeling grouchy in the morning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joanne Harris's books are fabulatastic. I love her stories!!!! "Chocolat" down, "Five Quarters of the orange" down, still have "Of players and gentlemen", "Coastline", "Blackberry wine" "Sleep pale sister" and some other book I can't rememebr.... Gotta look ard the library for them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Catch-22" is next on my to-borrow list. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Made myself useful in camp today... slpt less today.. like for 2 hrs... and it was during lunch break.. so ok.. haha... wad self-consoling words... =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rubbish u... so full of nonsense its SICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Ironic*&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6610191-7606079211323823036?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7606079211323823036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7606079211323823036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7606079211323823036' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-4714148656167452437</id><published>2007-07-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:39:04.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*takes a broom and sweeps the dust away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hello! look whos here to blog! Its me! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have drank some "Lazy potion" unknowingly... cos I am getting lazier and lazier and lazier and lazier by the day... By 9am, I wld be sleeping/feeling sleepy.... Give another half an hour, I wld be "dead", sleeping on the keyboard/CPU/computer behind me/chair/table... I NEED HELP!!!! Then go for lunch, then come back slp again... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... Its the curse of the Lazy demon... I wake up everyday feeling so tired, and I think to myself , "Am I going to wake up everyday for the next god-noes-how-many-years feeling like crap everyday?"... From the looks of it, if I do not do something bout it, I will wake up everyday for another god-noes-how-many-years feeling crappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is screwing up by itself... Or rather, I am screwing my life up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaes, went kite flying with Jeremy, Ant, Mei Hua, Daryll, Avonda , Eddy and Cy on 300607... Well, as usual, we looked like idiots trying to fly the kite up... Beside us, a group of old uncles, flying their kites steadily, with the occasional dropping of the kite.. But they managed to bring it up in a matter of minutes.. minus the running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT US? We RAN... RAN... RAN.. RAN BACKWARDS... RAN FRONTWARDS... but the bloody kite wldnt fly higher then the trees... We ended up all soaked in sweat... But it was fun! Haha. My 2nd failed attempt to fly the kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had steamboat after that, then rode on Daryll's bike home. We got lost, but it was all good. The ride was suprisingly not scary... My past 2 experiences with my frens' bikes was not exactly v. good... So thank God Daryll's one was not scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lifestyle is getting very hard to maintain... I need to scrimp and save on food from now onwards... Weekly mahjong sessions, albeit being oodles of fun, is sapping my wallet off its money... sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK the potion of laziness is taking over again... Need to answer the call of sleeping... Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*Lazy Potion No.4*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-4714148656167452437?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/4714148656167452437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/4714148656167452437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4714148656167452437' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-1639846518475232244</id><published>2007-06-18T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:13:52.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've figured out the only way I am gonna remember new words is by publishing them here. So here we go, Para's Guide to English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Specious&lt;/strong&gt; : Having the ring of truth or plausibility but actually fallacious. I.E. A specious&lt;br /&gt;argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Pusillanimous&lt;/strong&gt; : Ignobly lacking in courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Stoic&lt;/strong&gt; : One who is seemingly indifferent to or unaffected by joy, grief, pleasure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                or  pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Blasé&lt;/strong&gt; : Pronounced Bla-zay. Uninterested because of frequent exposure or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                 indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Extenuate&lt;/strong&gt; : To lessen or attempt to lessen the magnitude or seriousness of, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                         especially by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;providing partial excuses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                         Similar Palliate.triedunsuccessfully to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;palliate the widespread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                         discontent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;Obsequious&lt;/strong&gt; : Full of or exhibiting servile compliance; fawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;Maverick&lt;/strong&gt; : (Noun) One that refuses to abide by the dictates of or resists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                       adherence to a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        (Adj) Being independent in thought and action or exhibiting such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                         independence maverick politicians; a maverick decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;Sinecure&lt;/strong&gt; : A position or office that requires little or no work but provides a salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       (Sounds likes my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;Ballast&lt;/strong&gt;(Bal-last) : Something that gives stability, especially in character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;Schism&lt;/strong&gt; : Disunion; discord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;strong&gt;Foment&lt;/strong&gt; : To promote the growth of; incite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;strong&gt;Posthumous&lt;/strong&gt; : 1)Occurring or continuing after one's death: a posthumous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                award.&lt;br /&gt;                                2)Published after the writer's death: a posthumous book.&lt;br /&gt;                                3)Born after the death of the father: a posthumous child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;strong&gt;Languid&lt;/strong&gt; : Lacking energy or vitality; weak: a languid wave of the hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enuf words for today. Tired liao. Go learn how to use k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Chocolat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-1639846518475232244?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1639846518475232244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1639846518475232244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1639846518475232244' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-9180840696813522415</id><published>2007-06-11T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:55:07.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I chanced upon the article in LIFE! today, about the 2 sisters who had like 16,000 friends between them. I immediately thought of this postcard I saw on Postsecret.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In it, the writer wrote : &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I have 400 over so-called friends in MySpace, but the only one person wished me Happy Birthday. And he was my postman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which left me thinking... So wad if we have hundreds and hundreds of friends who are in our accounts? When it comes down to the crunch, I think only a few handful of them would stick by us. I rather have a few handful of really good frens whom I know I can trust, confide in, complain to/with, be mysef when I am out with them, be totally at ease when I go out with them, among other things. No need 16,000 friends... No need 400 friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought provoking thing has drained alot of my energy just trying to type it.. My god.. I seriously think I am not cut out for serious-topic-typing... sheesh... X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, the God-Of-Fortune for all my mahjong playing frens(read: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I ALWAYS LOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)Was playing mahjong with Jeremy, Anthony and Mervin ytd night. I freaking lost 38 bucks.. Like wth can! That Mervin is on our BANNED-LIST from now on. Haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING!The following few paragraphs is written by the tougher/attitude/in-your-face/sarcastic part of me. Dun push your luck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going thru my losing-streak ytd, I realised a very very important fact: That while luck sometimes plays a part in our lives, the whole bullshit bout Fate and Destiny, is well, just effing-bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You snooze you lose. Simple as that. Yes yes I noe life sometimes is sad, but you made it sad. U screwed up, who the hell do u wanna blame? Dun bore some person with how pathetic your life is please.. You wanna un-pathetic-fy your life? Get up and do something bout it. Its your life. It lies in your hand. Fight for it with all you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything is a competition. Everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ok now my softer/usual side is back =) Wahahahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With that said, sometimes it really depends on luck la.. It all goes hand in hand. Haha. But yea, if the Fates decide to deal you with a tough hand, be strong. Deal with it. We can't rely on luck forever. Fight back. Ultimately, our fate lies in our own hands. It's up to us to control it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wad the stupid yet very useful proverb says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"When Life gives you lemons, make lemonade." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*Create your own destiny*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-9180840696813522415?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/9180840696813522415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/9180840696813522415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#9180840696813522415' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-8748317439897438524</id><published>2007-06-03T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:32:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok lets see, I currently feel like setting my entire wardrobe on fire... Jus light a match and throw it in!!! Wahaha. In other words... I FREAKING HATE MY CLOTHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am desperately seriosously totally most-definitely most-certainly 100% need a wardrobe overhaul. I NEED A WARDROBE OVERHAUL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got myself a new pair of Levi's jeans, courtesy of the 80 buck voucher I got from Ks, Ant, Eddy, Mervin, Aud and Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new wallet. I hate the buldge wallets make in the Jeans pockets, so I got meself a new one. A uber ultra nice one from ProjectShop. Its cooooool! I love it love it love it!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! I got the coolest nicest ulta-uberishly nice pair of shoes!!! Hoho I totally adore them. A pair of BeetleBug shoes... *drools* I cld jus stare at them forever... So nice... hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping today with Sl, Serene, Oli, Kw and Al... I thought, given my desperate attempt to give my ugly wardrobe a makeover, I shall like go on a shopping spree, u know, go home with 10 new shirts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! Cloths nowadays are oh-so-expensive... a poor boy like me can't afford much... All so damn freaking ex can... Great Singapore Sale? OH PLEASE... 10% 20% off called sale ah... rubbish can.. The cloths are already expensive to begin with... wads the freaking use of a 10% discount... At any given time of the year I could easily find some shop with that discount....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GSS my ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the ones with 50% discount are like.. in &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fine print&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *off selected items* and we all noe how many "selected" items there are... lets count shall we... 1, 2.. oh wait! No more! Shessh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, none of the clothes caught my eye... all so *yawn*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided nv to buy tee shirts anymore... All the shirts I shall buy are button down shirts... Must phase out t-shirts... too kiddish to stand out from the crowd.. Now a nice shirt will do the trick.. Hoho =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pokemon hasn't sang songs to me in like... 2 days can... wa lao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Daddy cool* (my daddy is cool cos he bought me all the above mentioned stuff. Haha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-8748317439897438524?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8748317439897438524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8748317439897438524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8748317439897438524' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-3868898154186364809</id><published>2007-05-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T12:05:31.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My pet peeves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I dun like the volume bar on the tv/mp3/radio to be an odd number...It HAS to be an even number, or my itchy hands will change it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I dun like it when people drag their shoes/slippers/footwear...The sound drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hobby, or rather, my all-time-favourite hobby, eternally rotting in the 4 walls of my room, and occasionally going to the kitchen to grab junk food, or to my parents room to slp on their bed, or to the toilet, or to the hall to watch DVD... There u go, my typical Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, it was BORING.. MY BORING SATURDAY... My LONELY-boring-Saturday.. My lets-rot-in-my-room-and-sleep-like-a-pig-and-watch-tons-of-tv-and-waste-my-life-away Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is 2% unlazy and 98% lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;passive&lt;/span&gt; unlazy part of my brain actually wanted to go to Borders and buy "My Latest Grievance", the book I saw in Sunday Times and found quite interesting... But alas, my &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;dominant&lt;/span&gt; lazy part of my brain strangled/silenced/drowned/killed/shut up the unlazy part.. Hence, I spent my Sat lazying away.. Thanks lazy part of my brain! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd I woke up with.. erh... I can't rmb which song I woke up with.. It was some chinese song... hmm... O wells.. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with Jeremy and Anthony ytd.. had Pepper Lunch.. or rather Pepper Dinner. hahahaha.. =X Anyways, the food was quite nice, albeit the hefty price... 14.80 lor... wa lao... I jus love going out on inpromptu dinners with them, its totally laid-back... And with their crappiness, its totally fun... Ahhhhh... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored... save me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have driving lesson in the morning 2moro and then its Mahjong time with ah tay, wee kiat and serene! Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*I like my Pokemon... My singing Pokemon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-3868898154186364809?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3868898154186364809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3868898154186364809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3868898154186364809' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-3141028833673476612</id><published>2007-05-17T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:53:37.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's ponder over this qns : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Can u ever be thinking about nothing? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about nothing... which means you are actually thinking about Something... but Something and Nothing are total opposites... But there is nothing about this something that u are thinking about, so u are actually thinking about a &lt;strong&gt;nothingless something&lt;/strong&gt;.. Which infact means to say that there is something in that nothing that is making u think. Cos if u were thinking about nothing, then surely there has to be something in that nothing to make u think in the first place.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO HOW CAN U BE THINKING ABOUT NOTHING?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; idea... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls view the following to ur own discretion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally abhorr/hate to the bottom of my guts YOU. You asshole/fucker/cb/knn/worthless fool... DUN fucking think u have some God-Complex that makes u think u are greater then I am. DUN fucking come telling me how to lead my fucking life jus because urs is oh-so-clean. FUCK U understand. U dun have a ass-damn reason to ask me about my future... Until ur damn rotten future is really rotting, then only do u have the bloody right to ask me that qns. ARSEHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ finally got that out of my system =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, I wake up with a song in my head.. Day b4 ytd I woke up with Hilary Duff's "Why Not"... Even songs I haven heard for like a v.v.v.v.long time, somehow when I wake up, my mind starts playing them. Haha. My mind is such a cute thing. Hoho =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*Too much candy gonna rot your soul*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-3141028833673476612?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3141028833673476612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/3141028833673476612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3141028833673476612' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-5497834716777292221</id><published>2007-05-16T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:32:21.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BONNY M DADDY COOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/BIkpLXeU2fA' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/BIkpLXeU2fA'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-5497834716777292221?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/5497834716777292221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/5497834716777292221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5497834716777292221' title='BONNY M DADDY COOL'/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-492445480362272508</id><published>2007-05-16T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:31:24.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/BIkpLXeU2fA"&gt;&lt;embed height="'350'" width="'425'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" src="'http://youtube.com/v/BIkpLXeU2fA'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw this on MTV ytd, while it was playing hits from the 80's... I think I kinda rmb the song from when I was v. young.. Quite catchy... The only distrubing thing in the video is the, well u've guessed it, the only male on the stage. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HE IS SCARY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For one, he is there &lt;strong&gt;GYRATING/VIBRATING/SPASM-ING&lt;/strong&gt; like an deranged/orgasmic monkey. If I were one of the singers there, and this MAD MAN was beside me doing that, I wld seriously jus take the mic stand and beat the freaking hell out of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd, his chest hair gives me nightmares. Plus his striptease... *Mommy mommy save me!!!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Nuff said... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song is nice though. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had my first driving lesson 2day. Hooo boy, it was EXHILIRATING!! I got to drive like round n round n round the carpark outside the now defunct National statium. Quite fun lei... It was quite good if I can say so myself. Hoho~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yay! The blogger aint givin' me anymore probs, I can start splashing my entries with loads and loads of wonderful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Wahahahahaha~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I'm crazy like a fool.... Daddy, Daddy Cool*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-492445480362272508?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/492445480362272508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/492445480362272508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#492445480362272508' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-1294558868094150207</id><published>2007-05-15T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:55:06.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow this blogger jus doesnt want to work well... Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, changed the skin to a more, well... more classic one, with all the tag-boards and profile and frens and wad not on the same page... Wayyyyy easier to navigate... =) Haven changed my skin in like eons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a slight sense of accomplishment today... My lazy ass and I decided to stop procrastinating and went to the driving centre to get the PDL. Then since my lazy ass and I were out, we decided to go to Ubi driving centre to open an acct, and call up Jeremy's driving instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. I applied the PDL and all, and wanted to take a cab to Ubi. Alas, the wallet was left with a miserable 4 bucks, and from my 1-week-ago experience with the cab uncle not knowing how to use my NETS to pay the fare, I went to look for an ATM. Is Yio Chu Kang under some constituency that doesn't allow POSB ATMs??!! Cus I seriously walked and walked and walked for ages.. I was a walking fountain! Block after block after block after block, &lt;strong&gt;NO ATM LA!!&lt;/strong&gt; 22 min passed... I as usual didnt want to open my mouth and ask the frenly residents of YCK... so finally after 25 min, I &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; found one!!! Oh wait, I found 3 infact. Yay me =) Sheesh, got SO many UOB atm but no POSB ones... Got embargo on POSB atms ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna start my driving lesson 2moro.. Ahh... I hope it goes well. *prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking thru the blog archives ytd... My my my, I must say that I have certainly matured in my blogging skills... Not so many lei-s and la-s and hor-s, unless I feel the need to. Using the lei-s and la-s and hor-s sometimes can help iterate a point much better... In a more Singaporean way.. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Fight or Flight? FIGHT!!!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-1294558868094150207?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1294558868094150207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/1294558868094150207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1294558868094150207' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-603632625941404606</id><published>2007-05-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:48:40.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mind is blank... Its totally void of any thought... Empty... Basically tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing with friends(and I mean good friends) is, you may not necessarily agree with what they do... But you stick by their decisions, soley because, well, they are your friends. If you don't believe them, who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jus wishing all this rubbish will end asap... I wasn't cut out for this... I wasn't made for this... Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was wondering bout Grey's Anatomy that day... If Dr.Burke took a heli-lift from Mercy West to Seattle Grace, then &lt;strong&gt;HOW ON EARTH&lt;/strong&gt; did he appear on the ground floor and, unfortunately, get shot by a psycho Petey? No reason for him to be on the ground floor wad... the helipad is on top of Seattle Grace lei... Funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Funny turn of events*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-603632625941404606?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/603632625941404606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/603632625941404606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#603632625941404606' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-8675073187322484121</id><published>2007-05-12T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:47:15.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey you you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be at NTU now... but I bailed... and my parents think i went for the seminar... oops =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored at home... Supposed to go out for dinner with the BMT guys.. but somehow each time we wanna go out, something crops up... Let's see... Today jeremy is down with rashes, last week David had something, the week before last smth cropped up also... SO, every week since like the mid of april, we have been postponing our dinner.... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next meeting is supposed to be on Vesak day, let's hope nth crops up =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. I have been rotting the whole day.... its a freaking sat for the love of god... I sld be out... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sld go make a list of all my fav rom-coms and go buy them... and have a rom-com-marathon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... let's see... Ever After... My best friend's wedding...Drive me Crazy... You've got mail... 4 is enough... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Forever and ever.. That's how it should be*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-8675073187322484121?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8675073187322484121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/8675073187322484121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8675073187322484121' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-440150247972392672</id><published>2007-05-08T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:19:05.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>List of things for me to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go apply for the PDL... I've procrastinated for like... lets see... oh yes! 2 mths... sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fix an appointment with the ENT specialist to get a look at my poor poor blocked ears.. I have a feeling i will become deaf one day.... eh eh no no.. touchwood touchwood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Call the NTU person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I will remember... Then again, chances aint high.. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands stink of some indian message oil... Poured wayyyyyyyyyyyyy too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna complain!!!! Wa lao... i took the trouble to trouble my dad to send me to the driving centrem, and guess wad, in the end the stupid booth to apply for the PDL was closed... Like WTH.. the whole bloody place is open till wad, 9? and they decide to make the PDL booth 8to5... $%$#^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste my time... waste my dad's time... Waste my time somemore for having me to go there again god-noes-when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stupid blogger is error-ing so many times... like wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Revenge is a drink best served cold*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-440150247972392672?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/440150247972392672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/440150247972392672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#440150247972392672' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-2024642560235026880</id><published>2007-05-06T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:19:22.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, 050507, is like THE best day of my life.... hmmm.. ok maybe not the best day of my life.. but yea.. it was good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning started out perfectly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I ransacked the cupboard for food... Guess wad I found.. Fortune Cookies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one said : Eating more fruits will help aid indigestion.... Yea wadever.. NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one said : Some crap... NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't fortune cookies suppose to say things like : "U will meet the love of ur life in the next 5 min" or "U will become the king of the world yada yada yada"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently I was wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third one was crap also.... FINALLY, the fourth one said " U will meet someone u longed for soon". Wahahahahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that went out with Eddy to eat lunch at j8... then went to meet my gang of 8(7 since wk wasnt there).. ate steamboat and watched a movie with them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.. and while having steamboat, my parents called.. and told me the happiest thing I cld hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY UNIVERSITY REPLIES!!! NUS Sci and NTU Biological Sci =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited! I can't wait to study. yay me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I am slpy... need to slp.. night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My pokemon in the pokeball*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-2024642560235026880?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/2024642560235026880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/2024642560235026880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2024642560235026880' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-5629710979129333645</id><published>2007-04-27T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:17:26.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My poor head throbs.. painfully.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with Grey's Anatomy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with The Fray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it would feel to stand by the edge of the window and look down... hmm hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look down... at all the silly people... at all the lovey-dovey arses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I jus blabbering rubbish... I am SO not suicidal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B4 my head explodes... I shall go slp.. Night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*where did I go wrong*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-5629710979129333645?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/5629710979129333645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/5629710979129333645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5629710979129333645' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-7521234896631128643</id><published>2007-04-23T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:56:21.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If life is already SO hard, why do we bring more trouble unto ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, being the one with inferiority-complex, has to go and probe into other people's life, and start envying them for their charmed lives. Perfect grade, perfect schools, perfect future... PERFECT everything!!! Afterwhich, I go into depression and start regretting about hmmm, lemme guess, ALL the decisions I have ever made in my whole life.. well maybe not my whole life.. the past decade of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like cmon.. as if my life weren't filled with ups and downs alr, I have to be the smart alec and go kaypoh about other pple's life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.. I hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am Muhammad Parasuram. What I lack in talent, I make up with disicipline. U HEAR ME&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; I will create my own charmed life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*Hit the self-destruct button*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-7521234896631128643?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7521234896631128643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/7521234896631128643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7521234896631128643' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-4295036467294209591</id><published>2007-04-03T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T17:05:34.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny how just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stupid mistake can create such a disaster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stupid blunder can create so much trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just isn't going well... This week is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; close to breaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will forever remember this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nth to look forward to till this thing ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*BLANK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-4295036467294209591?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/4295036467294209591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/4295036467294209591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4295036467294209591' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-5675833572972874451</id><published>2006-12-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:52:12.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Princess Hours is finished. Albeit it being rather draggy... ok it was QUITE draggy, the last 2 episodes were uberliciously fantastic. Absolutely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ROMANTIC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;* We'll meet again 2500 years later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-5675833572972874451?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/5675833572972874451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/5675833572972874451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#5675833572972874451' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-116481640594956428</id><published>2006-11-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:06:45.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I am just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;NEEDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;SONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;**I hurt myself**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-116481640594956428?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116481640594956428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116481640594956428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116481640594956428' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-116427197490256494</id><published>2006-11-23T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:05:41.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 3 weeks of exams.... and 9 mths of studying.... plus the 2 yrs before this.... &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY A'S ARE FINALLY OVER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I am at a loss as to wad to do now... no more Bio guide books to memorise... no more chemical equations to balance, no more having to find the probabilities of this and tat stuf... &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO MORE THING TO DO! THEN WAD TO DO?! I DUNNO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again.. I rather have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;NTH TO DO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;then to memorise bio books, balance chem equations and finding the probs. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my..this playing with font size is uber fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman and Robin in 1966 were stupid. U have Batman climbing up that swinging ladder from the helicopter, with a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SHARK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;biting, or should I say clinging on to his leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A SHARK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Plus, the shark is fake. So obvious. Plus which shark can live out of water for more then 5 minutes? Plus Robin has to climb down the ladder and hand Batman a ANTI-OCEAN-ANIMAL or wadeva spray. Plus, WHO'S DRIVING THE HELICOPTER IF ROBIN IS DOWN THERE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many unanswered questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1966...Year of the fake sharks...The year when anti-ocean-animals-or-wadeva spray was invented... The year when helicopters learnt how to auto-pilot when their superhero/underwear-clad-masters were spraying off pesky sharks... Ahh... 1966 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyra Banks as a host... one word... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;. Her talk show is actually good. And funny. They were squeezing pimples on the show..like big red pimples...like those pus-sy types... and she was like uber hyper. She taught the audience her miraculous before-i-sleep-i-remove-my-makeup-and-wadeva-goop-i-have-on-my-face regime (which was actually quite good since the stuff she used were cheap, like stuff u cld buy in the pharmacy). Only the Shu Uemura Oil thingy was the more ex. one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when she gave each of her audience a box, which contained her miraculous eye-and-anthing-including-my-boobs-and-lips cream. I was thinking it wld be like wad Clinque, or SK-II or Biotherm or wadeva other high-end brands u have. (forgive my singlish at this point) NO LOR! Wa lao, when the audience took their box out hor, wa! they went uber-super-hyper hysterical lor. Like they recieved some uber-impossible-to-buy-creame. NO LOR! It was jus.... VASELINE! VASELINE... my god... like...vaseline... guys use this to...erm..nvm.... some pple put on their chapped lips... but in any case, it costs a damn cheap...here u go &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"CHEY! SO KIAM lei she... vaseline only sia..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u noe wads the hype about? THE BLOODY VASELINE BOTTLE IS DIAMOND ENCRUSTED... with Swarovski Crystals nonetheless... and costs like 100 bucks plus? And its shiny! like tinky tinky shiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now u go &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"OHHH............WA LAO! I WANT ALSO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention she actually massaged her boobs infront of national tv? Thats wad I call quality hosting... No no I aint pervetic.. Really ma! Like that then call intereacting with the audience ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing...she actually looks NOT-SO-PRETTY(another word for u _ _ y, fill in the blanks urself) when she has no make-up on. Like really... like aunty really...like really really..like u get the idea righttt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whateverrrrrrrrrr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-116427197490256494?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116427197490256494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116427197490256494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116427197490256494' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-116399287289549433</id><published>2006-11-20T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:21:12.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to stick my head into the freezer and feel the cold cold freezer air against my face. It feels goooood =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current favourite finger food is cheese cubes. They taste cube-liously deliciously yummy for my tummy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current favourite drama is Princess House BECAUSE&lt;br /&gt;1) The crown princess is oh-so cute&lt;br /&gt;2) crown princess and crown prince make such an adorable couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy seeing them together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me delusional. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one more paper for my As, again, before my As finish, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun make me write this again next yr!!! PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Call Me YOUR PRINCE =) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-116399287289549433?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116399287289549433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116399287289549433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116399287289549433' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-116361189689490825</id><published>2006-11-16T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:35:46.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I was watching the Little mermaid series the other day, and something bout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that episode that got me thinking. In the show, there was this evil stingray(a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;particular Steve Irwin and his killer stingray came to mind at this instant) was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;going around sowing discord among all the different fishies. He turned the octopussies agaisnt the swordfishies, the goldfishies against the starfishies cos each fishie thought it was better than the other..U get the idea.. So basically everyone hated each other.. Guess who comes ard to try and make "the world a better place"... Yes yes LO and BEHOLD, its Ariel and flounder. When persuading the fishes that everyone was unique and should try and accept one anothers differences turned futile, she broke into a song. "lalala unique...blah blah blah accept differences..lala unique". And guess wad, by the time she finished the 1st sentence, everyone was frens with one another again, and Mr. EVIL stingray disappeared into oblivion and died a horrible and pathetic death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, it got me thinking, if only the real world were like that. Problems of war, inequality, racial differences and such, could be resolved by singing songs. If only it were that way eh, pple in Iraq wld just start clapping their hands and sing arabic songs, and the american troops will just "suddenly" become their frens ; Or there was a gang fight, when one member breaks into song, and all of a sudden everyone just drops their weapons and held hands and sang along; So yea.. if only it were that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just food for thought anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whatever happened to Ursula the sea witch... Then I started thinking...How do mermaids have sex, with their fins and all.... But yea.. wldn't want to get too visual bout it now wld we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading a book just now, and it was discussing bout the stuff we say sometimes, which sounds good, but in fact are very bad. Found it rather interesting(i mean really)Say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interesting&lt;/em&gt;(see what i mean) &lt;em&gt;;&lt;/em&gt; when someone says, I read your article&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;heard u on the radio... and found wad u said...rather &lt;em&gt;interesting. &lt;/em&gt;That usually means, "I think u were crap" doesn't it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave it with me; &lt;/em&gt;when someone says "leave the stuff with me, I'll settle it for you". It usually means "I shall do nothing about it, now go away and leave me alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*FISHIES OF THE WORLD UNITE!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-116361189689490825?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116361189689490825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116361189689490825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116361189689490825' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-116343104062634704</id><published>2006-11-13T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:17:20.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If there ever was a chance for me to go back into the past and change jus one thing, I would go back to the year my parents decided to buy this house. 1997, the primary 4 boy that I was sldn't have lied down on the bed, slping, while the parents were making the greatest mistake of their lives. I should have jus acted like a freaking idiotic brat and vehemently oppose the buying of the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHY on earth did we even decided to buy a house which was jus blocks away from our previous one?? Oh yea.. I remember, my mum liked the semi-circular balcony... Which, ironically, has become a dust-collecting-plant-keeping place... All the money pumped into renovating, doing this and that... Our old house was coming up jus fine, with renovations done up bit by bit, like some puzzle... Then came the stupid decision. Let me reiterate the word STUPID. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its not as if we are having any financial crisis or wad...but its jus so irritating...the parents having to work so hard and all... His royal highness is irritated... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna be successful... I don't ever want to have problems like this when I grow up.. seriously His Royal Highness is irritated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I think the mother is underappreciated, make that extremely underappreciated, in the house.... I think she hopes she had a daughter, not that I am much of a son as it is, if u know wad I mean...sigh...my poor mum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I so wish we cld shift house right now, to a smaller, more cosier house..Of course not TAT small la...but yea... at least less of this problem...plus I will have the chance to design my room(bwahahahaha). SHIFT SHIFT SHIFT!!! NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Some things are best left untouched*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-116343104062634704?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116343104062634704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116343104062634704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116343104062634704' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-116335099661256788</id><published>2006-11-13T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:04:50.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I so can't believe I am listening to an indian song right now... But it sounds so nice! Haha. This is one of the few (rare) times I am actually doing some Indian. GO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have like decided to buy some books after my As, to accompany me during my 4 day straight duty..&lt;br /&gt;1) The Post Secret Book&lt;br /&gt;2) The Curious incident bout some doggy thingie..&lt;br /&gt;3) The Diary of Anne Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most pple won't know I like to read war diaries.. especially those on the Holocaust.&lt;br /&gt;SO, the Diary of Anne Frank wld be most apt. However, most, or sld I say ALL, of the libraries here like don't have the book... sheesh... Oh ya, and they don't have Frances Mayes "Under the Tuscan Sun" also... ALWAYS! SO might as well resort to buying the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love spending money on books I end up not reading... THe smell of a new book...The crisp pages.. the meticulous care taken not to get any doggy ears on the book, the careful turning of pages.. Half opening the book so u don't get the creases on the spine... AHHHHH.. the pleasures of a new book =) Orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library today.. Borrowed a book on a guy goin to his school reunion. Most of the books in the lib. don't even appeal to me... Firstly, NO war diaries(I've read the 2 they have), NO "Under the tuscan sun". Secondly, I prefer books on HAPPY HAPPY themes.. NOT murder, or wad...So hard to please me... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH the indian song is actually infectious! I can't stop listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* YAY me!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-116335099661256788?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116335099661256788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116335099661256788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116335099661256788' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-116317543278731058</id><published>2006-11-10T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:17:13.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parasuram : Regarded as 6th avtaar of Lord Vishnu (the protector of ‘mother earth’ in the trilogy of Hindu Gods - appearing at regular intervals to rid the earth of her oppressors, and restoring the path of righteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It apparently also means Hindu God of War and weapons... Gee wadeva happened to me eh... wad God of War am I? If I were some god of war sldnt I be like in OCS being the best in company or wad? Sheesh... Sldnt the God Of War be like an excellent shooter when I am a cannot-shoot-for-nuts shooter... hmmm... go figure...Para..God Of War and Weapons.... Tremble at the sound of my name... TREMBLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically though, I found this on this on the net bout' the Greek God of War, Ares,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ares was brave and strong but he was also argumentative, impulsive, bloodthirsty and destructive. In conflicts, he chose sides randomly and sometimes even changed sides in the middle of the war. He simply took pleasure in the bloodshed, slaughter and wanton destruction of war.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ironically, he was not a skillful warrior:&lt;br /&gt;-Level headed, disciplined &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greek-mythology-gods.com/athena.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Athena &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;beat him twice&lt;br /&gt;-Otus and Ephialtes, the giant sons of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greek-mythology-gods.com/poseidon.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poseidon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, defeated him. They humiliated him by trapping him inside a bronze jar for more than a year before Hermes managed to release him.&lt;br /&gt;-Heracles knocked him off his feet four times in a single battle and ultimately forced him to flee from the battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;-Dimmedes stabbed him with a spear and sent him running from the battlefield outside Troy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, Ares never married, but he had dozens of children with both mortals and immortals. The most notable of these many mistresses was the goddess of love: &lt;a href="http://www.greek-mythology-gods.com/aphrodite.html"&gt;Aphrodite&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Sounds more like me rite.. altho I aint bloodthirsty, impulsive, and all the other stuff they said bout Ares... Altho he does get the affections of Aphrodite..Like who wldnt want that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways... Para, God of War n Weapons(TREMBLE!!!) shall hereby change his post... Hmmm.. I shall confer myself the position of King Para..King of Cuteness... Of coz Miss Shilin is the Queen of Cuteness..We both share the title..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enuf of crapping.. Its november..As here again..So far so good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Para.. God of War... go figure...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-116317543278731058?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116317543278731058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/116317543278731058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116317543278731058' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-115547692063148066</id><published>2006-08-13T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:48:40.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO SICK OF PRETENDING EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT!!!! ARGHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the gang of 8 ytd to marina for steamboat. KW was stuck in tekong..but Huijia came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual it was great... Will surely laugh my head off when I am with them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta spend the whole week in PL camp..then back to tekong on friday..bookin out on sat...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*sick of pretending....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-115547692063148066?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/115547692063148066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/115547692063148066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115547692063148066' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-115243044353929140</id><published>2006-07-09T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T15:34:03.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well...wad do you noe...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;jus like wad I predicted last week , I am regretting I ever wished to be sent back to Tekong... Man I hate my IC.. he is a fat pig/slob/idiot/arse who is also effed up... Eff u man... Good things about being sent back to tekong is that I can go back to Cougar and visit the sergeants n sirs... everyday go back there, they wld be watching Smallville..so since I aint a recruit anymore, I can watch with them. Watched The mummy returns with the some new sergeant and another one... All of our sat was burned coz of duties... haix.... I so hate my ic.... HATE U!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its jus better to shut up and let God decide wads good or not good for u.. Dun be a smart alec and wish for this n that... Really..Jus shut up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how long I can hang on before I go totally bonkers.... I rather be in a chiong sua unit then to do guard duty for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed Long's sis bday coz of this... Forsee more missing of events in the near future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Just Shut Up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-115243044353929140?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/115243044353929140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/115243044353929140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115243044353929140' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-115178083804072007</id><published>2006-07-02T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T03:08:11.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... I am reviving this blog on the request of my wonderful section mate, Liang Lin! Its good anywaes..this place is toooooooooooooo dead for waeeee toooo long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched silent hill today...much against my wishes... Jus my luck was sold out... sigh..just my luck i guess... Not as gory as I pictured it to be, plot was so-so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got posted to TEKONG!!! My wish was like answered..literally! I so miss that place... although I noe by next week I am gonna regrett I ever wished to go there.. So everyone lets hope and pray that Para doesnt regrett wishing he went back to tekong ok? Yes..everyone pray..and wish... HARD! hoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! New on my wishlist: To make out in a pool..yea.. suddenly had the urge to do that after i saw teddy geiger's vid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok brain dying... shall revamp this blog soon..night! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh yea... I am supposed to end every post with a quote...hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok from the book I got today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*If we as citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-115178083804072007?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/115178083804072007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/115178083804072007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115178083804072007' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-114236876273898504</id><published>2006-03-15T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T04:47:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cannot slp... @_@ ITS 4.30 IN THE MORNING!!!! ARGHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind back to friday... Met Long, yz and dong for dinner and movie. Bought yz a football for his bday. Long n I were in the store wondering wad the hell was the difference btw "futsal size" and "size 5", and we were wondering whether the ball was the correct size... Tat's wad u get when u get 2 pple who dun play soccer buyin a soccer ball... Anywaes, went to to eat Pizza Hut and watched Nanny McPhee..Quite a nice show.. After tat went to dong's house, played cards until like 4 in the morning.. Played some new game, rather fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw went to NTU open house the next day... Nth much happened there... U cld say it was boring.. Went to meet Al, Yilin, Pear, SL and KW after the open house.. ate at marina sq, walked like dunno how long from marina to chinatown, only to find settler's cafe fully booked...walked all the way back to funan, then had CoffeeBean.. Nice cup of Pure CHocolate with a heap of whipped cream..yumyumyum =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went to NUS open house.. Walked like ages from the sports area to the Fac of engineering..I, as usual, was complaining and whinning all the way.. We walked up staircases, along corridors.. Even those staircases which we clearly knew wasnt gonan bring us anywhere, we walked up that also.. Me, being the stupid idiot, walked past a door saying "Dean Of ice".. and I asked them , wad's "dean of ice?" "got such thing meh?"... turns out it was "Dean Office", jus that someone removed the F, and I, being the stupid idoit, thought it was Dean Of Ice... ate at mac, prices there rather cheap.. walked thru the eng. fac, where i screamed my head out when a BEE ATTACKED ME, and the students stared at me..sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked all the freaking way back to the main area, went to the exhibits, saw Matin, then went to SMU open house...which was more or less BORING! saw Anusha there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat sumo house with YY and SL ytd..haven been there for such a long time, esp with them 2. Sat there and chit chatted for like 2 hrs.. then went to play arcade, where I tried my hands on the drum machine..and made a foold out of myself.. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go for my jap lesson today, but shilin and I decided to pon..OH man! the feeling of ponning..i missed it.. it makes u feel excited and guilty at the same time.. hahaz. Went to eat Subway(my 1st time..and def. not my last).. then went to esplanade...then went to citylink to eat gelare..the waffer at half price.. yumyumyum again..hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oki dok. Hands tired, but eyes still not tired..so I shall stop typing. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*You can't always get what you want*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-114236876273898504?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114236876273898504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114236876273898504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114236876273898504' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-114184661140008355</id><published>2006-03-09T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T03:38:01.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wad I did today...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for piano! Again! Exam in like a few more hours! Excited! hopefully I pass this time.. whee~ altho my playin still sucks big time, I think I am more prepare than last time... anywaes exactly erm, 6 mths ago, 9/9/2005 I took the exam...now exactly half a yr later, 9/3/2006, I am re-takin the exam... I seriously hope I pass, it cld be a good omen that I may do well for my As.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was eatin and chattin in msn jus now, when this FREAKIN HUGE cockroach suddenly appeared! WTF la... wa lao... I quickly took the insectiside and sprayed it continuosly for like 1 min, full fire... so much insectiside that even the curtain was drippin with the insectiside..and yes, the "poor" cockroach died! WAHAHAHAHAHA. Had to wake my poor dad up so he cld clear the cockroach for me..hehe.. in NO way was I gonna pick that icky thing up.... *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna slp..lets all pray and hope I pass =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*Do unto others what U wld do unto yourself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-114184661140008355?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114184661140008355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114184661140008355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114184661140008355' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-114175847830281219</id><published>2006-03-08T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T03:12:16.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lemme see... 2 yrs ago, I did considerably well for my Os, and with all the freedom in the world, I got to choose the JC of my choice.. of all the JCs, I chose Ny.. a choice I kinda still regrett... The only things I enjoyed in NY were the frens I made.. My PW mates...My class..My clique of 8...My LTC camp mates...My OG mates when I was in J1 and when in j2 as OGL... other than tat.. I didnt really enjoy NY... I alwaes felt more inferior to everyone else.. Seeing that my feelings of inferiority were, and is still so great, I sld have chosen a better JC... Y can't I be just contented with wad I have..WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I made such good frens in NY =D The times we had durin lunch break, laughing at every shtupid joke ah-tay made.. The times we played bridge, 8 of us.. The times we had PW in mac, tay and soph wld make each others blood boil, while yilin n I jus sat there and god-noes-wad we did.. Bubble tea at the shop outside skool after PE... Laughin at yilin's uh-hum... Laughin at how KW stank after PE.. Wearin that bikini durin LTC... times when YY, SL n I ate at sumo house nearly everyday durin dec hols lamenting how lonely we felt... sigh... these and many other memories are the only good ones I had in NY.. If u want me to say I like the skool, I don't think I can bring myself to say that..If u want me to say I like the frens I made in NY, then I wld say that is a rhetorical question. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint a perfectionist... I aint a dreamer... I am jus competitve... But seeing that I am not the least bit self-motivated, and very much the lazy-arse that I am, I am a disgrace to the lot of competitive pple out there... WOW! Failure is my middle name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the rubbish that I am writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin very hard to smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I do better at this yr's As? I thought I cld get an A for chem n bio.. then at least i wld only need to retake math... oh well... Blame it on me for diggin my own grave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice inside my head tells me to stop being such a whinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*The doctrine of dualistic principle is about the contrast and opposition between the tonic and the dominant*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-114175847830281219?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114175847830281219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114175847830281219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114175847830281219' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-114158310883325335</id><published>2006-03-06T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T02:25:08.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never in a thousand years would I ever have thought I would have to make the decision to retake my As... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in a thousand years did I ever think I could get a D for a subject..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pride, crushed. My ego, torn. My dignity, smashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may smile..but I still feel crushed... Until I see an A.. for the sake of my pride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its damn irritating.. I brought this upon myself..disappointed noone but myself. Its my fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of my pride.... I aint giving up... Protecting wads mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Broken...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-114158310883325335?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114158310883325335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114158310883325335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114158310883325335' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-114097965592384940</id><published>2006-02-27T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T02:47:36.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally..His Supreme Highness, that's me, has decided to blog.. haven had the mood to blog the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from the cruise on Wednesday.. here are some highlights..I have seriously no mood to write an essay about each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never leave ur cam in the toilet and walk away.Unless u have a cute fren like me, who happens to wear white specs, as ur first pic. Coz when pple see this cute fren, they will recognize him and noe that they can return the cam to him. Then again, u also need to be lucky enuf to find someone who wld want to return the cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Talkin bout sex in the bunk is fun. Btw, wld u have sex with ur bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I won 50 bucks in the casino. WooHoo! lucky arse eh.. my 2nd last one dollar, press a button, and suddenly, the credits jus soar from like 5 to 1000. HAHA~ won 50 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When u are already full after eating buffet, DUN go and eat western food after half an hr. More so when u r sitting right beside the window. I nearly puked doin tat..damn nauseating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Won a medal at the karoake competiton first night on the ship. More like a walk-over, since noone joined, so Serene n I sang "wu ding" and wenqi sang some sun yanzhi de song. JL won a medal later at some lame game with adults. Our room, the medals room =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Spent 5 bucks on Street fighter VS Xmen.. keep losing to Apocalypse.. my winning combo, Dhalsim and Gambit. Finally won Apocalypse on the last day. Wahahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) The ship was filled with old/middle-aged pple..we were like the only youngsters ard..sheesh.. no eye-candy at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Only other youngster grp there was Xiaxue and her 2 frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Phuket was fun. Considering the fact that we ran like we nv ran b4 from one end of the beach to the other, so that we cld get the ferry back to the ship on time. Wldnt want to be left in Phuket now wld we.. damn paiseh la..pple were lookin at us, me one hand pullin up my oh-so-loose jeans, and the other carryin a big bag of stuff.. like fliming baywatch..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Bargained like mad at Patong beach, until the lady of one shop was like "Pls sir, dont do this to me..". I laugh my head off thinkin bout it.. she look damn poor thing la.. sheesh singaporeans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The BIGGEST SHOPPIN CENTRE in Phuket they brought us was a nightmare... Considering we were on a tight budget, imagine the shock I got when I find all shops there were original, sellin original stuff, converting back to singapore currency, its the same.. wa lao.. I paid 419 bucks jus to see another takashimaya rite.. lucky they brought us to Patong beach after tat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Went for the Power Abs segment in the gym, man my stomach hurt after doin the crunches and wad not.. so long haven do..sheesh.. pain man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Ate beef like everyday onboard the boat..first time in my whole life I ate consumed so much beef..can't help it..it was soooooo nice... mmmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Took like over 1000 pics over the 4 days, with 3 cams and dunno how many memory sticks with us, we jus went on taking and taking and taking like noone's business.. of coz narcissitic shots make up a part of those 1000+ shots. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) The crew onboard are all very frenly, our cabin steward, Bradley, the gym instructor, the pretty China waitress, whom I got to take a pic with. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Being Singaporean, I stuffed myself with tonnes of food at the buffet sessions.. oh man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) The jaccuzzi was nice.. cozy and..erm..kinda dirty.. found bits of tissue floating about.. other than that, the water was nice and warm, perfect on a cold and windy midnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) After disembarking from the ship, carrying our big bags and handful of shopping stuffs, we decide to head to sentosa, despite being freakin tired, to view the musical fountain. Quite nice. Altho abit lame for my liking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) My cam sux.. old, sensitive, and..old... bleahx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Hp service got cut..dammit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Being bored, we decided to become make up artistes and help serene put on makeup. I was, of coz, the make up artist, by the name of Pornthip. Quite nice eh.. serene looked damn white with thr foundation on.. haha. Oh ya, n I do a might fine impression of the Thai accent. Hoho. Tat session seriously cracked all of us up. *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my brain is slowin down rapidly now..if anymore stuff i rmb, then i add..but yea, the cruise was mighty fun! First time out of the country on such a big boat, and first time to Thailand. WOW! Nv travelled out of the country without my parents b4.. haha. I kinda miss walkin onboard the deck , and coming back to the cabin and immediately plonking onto a cold bed with soft soft pillows.. ahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movin onto other stuffs, got a new line.. student plan.. yay! wad a good offer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with SJWP again to sentosa on saturday, jus walked ard the place, take pics, ate Sakae, ben n jerry's, sat on the Luge and screamed my lungs out on the chairlift, had Coffee bean. Aftertat went to meet Kw, yilin, Wk and of coz ALVIN!!!!  Haven seen him in like 2 mths since he entered army. Had dinner at esplanade, ate stingray, carrot cake, satay(which sucked). Went to play card and took pics at the Sky Garden in suntec until like 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, sunday, went out the Kw, yilin and shilin. Shilin went for the SIA air stewardess thingy. MY GOD, i have nv seen so many pretty and elegant lookin women in one place b4. It was like, everywhere u turned, there was one standing there; Flawless skin, good figure, tall.. my god.. After tat jus went to kopitiam and sat there and chit chat, draw stuffs and plan wad to do on D-DAy.. wednesday..results.. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..entry too long.. hands getting tired.. brain shutting down.. Nyte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-114097965592384940?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114097965592384940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114097965592384940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114097965592384940' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-114028616713916764</id><published>2006-02-19T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T02:09:27.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee~ I am goin on a cruise 2moro with SJWP! lalalala~ so excited! First time out of the country on such a big boat! haha! lala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to MoS and ChinaBlack with Avonda n Daryll ytd, damn fun.. albeit the high prices.. 44 bucks la..sheesh..and the ridiculous no. of times we took a cab...hahaz. nice nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected my new specs that day, I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*when i turn out the lights, u're out of sight*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-114028616713916764?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114028616713916764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/114028616713916764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114028616713916764' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113942418739062091</id><published>2006-02-09T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T02:43:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(mind the vulgarities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U NOE WAD! for the first time in my fucking life... I feel fuckin liberated!!! I no longer have the feeling of wanting to be attached! I dunno y also..but I suddenly have this very happy feeling inside me! Whee~ wahahahahha!! YES! YES! YES! this is soooo orgasmic!!!! hahahahahahz.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalal~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to write bout wad happened the past few days..later i write..I am so ecstatic now la! hahahahhaa.. omg! so happie!!!! lalalalalal~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like floating on clouds~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like floating on a vast blue ocean, the sun shining on ur face~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*I saw a rainbow on the wall*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113942418739062091?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113942418739062091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113942418739062091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113942418739062091' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113889864616245340</id><published>2006-02-03T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:44:06.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>head.....hurts.....badly.... argh..........hammering.....head....throbbing...nail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain not registering stuff... shall blog bout today 2moro... head.... killing... me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*oh look...that's Venus.... birds..flying... around....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113889864616245340?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113889864616245340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113889864616245340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113889864616245340' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113864705007393503</id><published>2006-01-31T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T03:17:38.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jus waiting for this week to go past..hopefully the breakout will clear.... I dun need a reason to resent God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO SAY THIS FOR THE PAST DUNNO HOW MANY WEEKS. ok here goes... so tat day I was watching House, I learnt this. When ur urine is tea color(mixture of red,yellow and brown), the preferential diagnosis is..erm... ok urine is yellow naturally rite, ok so we shall conc. on the brown and red part. So the red part comes from blood in ur urine, preferential diagnosis is gall stones..or was it kidney stones..hmm....i think gall stones..ya.. then... the brown part rite, is from waste(like fecal matter stuff like that) in ur urine. Now y wld there be such stuff in ur urine? COZ...u see ar.. ur muscles use myoglobin(for those of u who dunno, its the oxygen carryin pigment used by muscle, its the eqv of haemoglobin(for those of u who dunno, its the oxygen carryin pigment in blood, gives blood the red hue, and can bind to 4 o2 mol) myo can only bind to 1 o2 mol). SO ANYWAES, the reason y u got waste in ur urine is COZ, u see ar.. coz of muscle cell death!!!!! tada! when ur muscle cells die, they release the myoglobin, which is, fascinatingly, toxic to ur poor kidneys. -pause- ur kidneys carry out the processes of ultrafiltration at the bowman's capsule, selective reabsorption at the proximal convulated tubules, then down the descending loop of henle, up the ascending LOH, then thru the DCT, and into the collectin duct, forming urine. Thru these processes, it reabsorbes good stuff like water, hormones, blah blah, and the bad stuff and xs stuff are left in the urine la. -unpause- SO, like i was saying, since myo is toxic to ur poor kidneys, ur kidneys fail, and hence u have waste materials in ur urine....eh...wait wait wait.... like got smth wrong hor... @#$$^%^... smth is wrong... nvm nvm nvm... the body is quite fascinatin eh.. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go clubbing with wq,serene and jl and some other pple at MOS, but didnt go.. went to meet Long they all instead. Sorry ar guys =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven met long, dong and yz in like ages.. they are my wonderful primary skool frens, known them since P1.. so I've known them for like more than a decade, 12 yrs I think.. 7 when u enter P1, so now I am 18/19, so ya..12 yrs..thats 12/19(2/3) of my life. Discount hua dong the 5 yrs la, since I only got to know him in P6. Haha. Miss the days when I used to go to Long's house and stay over every friday..ever since P5. His was the only house my parents allowed me to stay over at. I can still remember his P4 bday party..quite clearly.. I can even remember wad I wore.. Damn uncle..hahaz.. anywaes ya.. went out with them today, finally..wei ting tagged along.. she has a black belt.wootx.. met Long n Ting first, then dong(as usualy late..). Both of them were wearin caps to hide their "hideous" bald heads. Hoho.. YZ came and we went to eat..as usuall we couldnt decide on where to eat..so we had to do our "elimination method".. So after elimination, Swenson's was the last one standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At swenson's we decided wad to eat, so goin to call the waiter. I didnt want to, cuz whenever I say "excuse me", NOONE will respond. Take for instance the time I went with KS and Aud to Breeks, I said "excuse me" 3 bloody times.. noone came.. KS called once, and the lady came. SO this time, I didnt want to call. After like 30s, noone came, so I decided to call. I raised my voice, and shouted EXCUSE ME..................................................................... still noone came... damn paiseh.. *bangs head against wall* So in the end one of them had to call, and not suprisingly, the waiter responded. I ate the Chicken Mixed Peppers, serving is PA-THE-TIC.... so small la the chicken... lucky I ate Mos's cheese burger and a cookie from Subway prior to that. Went to the arcade after tat, played Daytona, then took dumb photos. Haha we tried jumpin on one another, tried to stand on those things-with-rounded-tops-which-u-can-sit-on-while-waiting-to-cross-the-road stuff and other crazy formations. We had Ting as our lousy photographer, who constantly covered the flash with her fingers... hahaz although we didnt do much, and only spent like 2 hrs together, it was still damn fun, just like alwaes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall focus on my piano.. I shall try and pass with at least a merit... I have 1 mth and 9 days to do it.. If I pass, hoho..I've got a Grade 8 cert... so even though I play worse than a grade 1 pianist, I still have that cert.. hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOoooOoOOo I found the score for Only Hope.. printed it out already..cant wait to play it..its damn nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be goin to Mr.Neo's house 2moro to bai nian, and then in the night, goin to jeremy's house to play mahjong thru the night. Hopefully avonda can stay over, so no need to replace her.. lets all pray and wish that I will win 2moro.hohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Hit your head with a hammer.Knock yourself silly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113864705007393503?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113864705007393503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113864705007393503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113864705007393503' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113856628117438114</id><published>2006-01-30T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T04:25:57.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*there's a song that's inside my soul..It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again..I'm awake in the infinite cold..But you sing to me over and over and over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to shilin's house with KW and Yilin to play mahjong today. Sl's mum is like so cute la, hahaz..I was talkin on the phone with SL once, and there was someone singing crazily. I thought it was her sis, turns out to be her mum. Anywaes we played small small de, so at the end of the day, I lost 20cents, KW lost 40cents and poor Yilin lost $2.90. Haha. It didnt turn out to be a wasted day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a full flegded out-break now..damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy was entertaining me on MSN jus now. Haha he on his webcam..damn hilarious la..hahaz.. it made me forget bout sad stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think u r avoiding me... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its meant to be..If its supposed to be yours..If it belongs to u..It will return to your side no matter wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to Mandy Moore's Only Hope. The piano is damn nice..the song is damn nice also. Love it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Sing to me the song of the stars*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*When it feels like my dreams are so far*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-To be only yours I pray-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113856628117438114?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113856628117438114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113856628117438114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113856628117438114' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113848022200979541</id><published>2006-01-29T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T04:30:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! I jus watched the 3rd most romantic show ever! Still in 1st position is Drive Me Crazy, then 2nd is Ever After:Cinderella Story. And last but not least, A Walk To Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soooooooooooooooo bloody freaking romantic. I was on the verge tears T_T&lt;br /&gt;The part where Landon brought Jamie to stand at the state line, so she cld be at 2 places at once, that part..is soooo touching..the look on her face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the part where Landon put the tattoo on her shoulder... the song in the background was sooo nice... ahhhh... =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undying love... I simply dunno how to describe how I feel now. There's an explosion of feelings within me.. I dunno wad to say..the movie is beautiful..too beautiful to describe... its touching, its romantic, its sad, its happy, its moving, its simple beautiful... It's gonna be love =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite quote from the movie:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Words can't describe how I am feeling right now... simplay fantastic... lalalalala.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Its gonna be love, Its gonna great, Its gonna be more than I can take. Its gonna be free, Its gonna be real, Its gonna change everything I feel. Its gonna be safe, Its gonna be true, Its gonna be U're the one to do. Its gonna be hard, Its gonna be sad, Its gonna be more than jus enough.Its gonna be love* =)&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6610191-113848022200979541?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113848022200979541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113848022200979541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113848022200979541' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113838177071409689</id><published>2006-01-28T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T01:13:09.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK...FUCK..this whole world jus fucking isnt rite..everything isnt... everything about this world isnt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone even cares when I reach home...all I get is scolding when I open the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been honest to u about where I've gone to and who I am with.. if u can't trust me then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I be that ray of sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;Can't I be the one who makes u happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out a happy day....ended in a crappy way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking crappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost.... U made me go off-course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me... over-reacting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry myself to slp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead-brain-dead-heart-dead-everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miserable... pathetic... i am in such a pathetic state right now.. I laugh at myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I hear is silence... I thought I saw u... but now, all I see is darkness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there someone to be there for me when I am feeling the way I feel now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all jus a dream... it's happening all over again... sometimes I get the feeling The Supreme Intelligence is jus playing a joke on me... but I noe i have no right to say that... I jus feel that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are u hiding? Where are u hiding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the optimistic me wld come back today.... but the pessimistic me came back in the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's that cheerful, happy-go-lucky Para?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despair. Distraught. Disaster. Dismay. Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely smile. A cold touch. I turn to u for warmth, but all I feel is a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113838177071409689?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113838177071409689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113838177071409689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113838177071409689' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113829933482910834</id><published>2006-01-26T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T02:15:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hohohoho! *shakes butt and dances ard* yea yea yeA.. oh yea... -in a state of self-highness now-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the eye centre today.. first of all, idiotic me took the wrong exit out of the mrt station, so had to find my way out to find my dad. Reached SNEC, first thing talk to nurse, then she asked me to rest my head on some dumbo machine, and then some thingie will spray gas/air into ur eye..and u cant blink... of coz i blinked, so had to do it like 3/4 times each eye.. then went to the doctor there, nice guy, then he checked my eye pressure, blah blah blah..then went to another room to check degree..then go back and wait another hr for the doc. Meanwhile they put some eye drops in my eye to dilate the pupils..stang abit at first.. supposed to make ur vision blur, but my didnt become blur..wondered y.Anywaes I have no lazy eyes. Jus short-sightedness..left eye is, thank god, still perfectly fine..hoho..right eye, amazingly 300 degrees.. Now I can go make nice nice specs. Anywaes the effect of the eye drops started takin effect, and I couldn't walk properly. The Sun hurt my eye, I kept blinking and squinting..lucky no accident..I was walkin in zig-zags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with Shilin and had Neh-Neh Thai..the Pineapple fried rice came without the pineapple, and the tom yam soup was freakishly undrinkable. Not that it tasted horrid or wad, but I cldnt take it...damn CMI..me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! jeremy jus smsed me! He is doin guard duty now..i thought who wld sms me so late in the night..forgot he was doin guard duty.. 2 more days and all 3 are released! YEA! *can't wait*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go buy the Domanchi long sleeve I saw that day..$19.90..OMG~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go listen to Xu Ruo Xuan's Jue Ding Ai Ni. Damn nice. It's true... love isnt everything... *nods head* Feel so happy listening to the song, its a make-para-happy song..it makes Shilin happy also..hoho..nice song!!! whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;* never say die =) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* one day I will find someone who appreciates my love *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;la la la la..bubye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113829933482910834?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113829933482910834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113829933482910834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113829933482910834' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113795733531775162</id><published>2006-01-22T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T03:49:14.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap... I am slping waaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeee toooooooooooooo late for my own good. crap crap crap... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*n what it all comes down to, it's that everything's gonna be quite alrite*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hmm..let's see... -in state of amnesia-......... -still cant rememeber wad I....oh yes! i rememeber wad I did... Sleeping beauty here woke up at 3, then arranged to meet Ruixiang, afterwhich we would go and join MingHui and JiaRong. So ya.. it was raining cats and dogs(again...) when I went to meet him... His aunt drove us there.. she is such a nice lady.His uncle is also very frenly.hoho. Anywaes, went to the concert, seats suck big time.. paid 16 bucks(I can practically hear my wallet wailing in dismay).. so expensive...goodness... but oh well...support brandon... anywaes aftethat jus went to have dinner at BK then went to swenson's with RX. While talkin to RX, we came to the conclusion that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE IS UNFAIR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a small, and immature kid in their presence. I was like the youngest, RX is 20, the other 2 are..eh... 22.. and when they were chatting, even the simplest things like "where are you studying now?" and such crap, I felt like my answers were dumb and childish... still complaining bout my regrett of goin to NY, my stupid wish to go to OCS... maybe I am being too self-consious..but... I just got the feeling that I was damn immature... maybe I am.... sigh... 19 and I am still acting like a kid... am i thinking too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH~ i miss longgie, donggie and yonggie... sigh... I so freakin miss them.. It feels like I haven seen them in ages... kao.... this sucks.... argh!!!!!! I wanna go out and eat Sakae with them again.... *bangs head against the wall* I miss sending good morning smses early in the morning and receiving their good morning replies... or jus receiving their good morning smses... I miss scolding hua dong... don't even know wads that island doin to them..wei long comes out all tired... I wonder if that island would make hua dong less blur(it better not, i still wanna scold him).. now only Yonggie is left on this island with me... but without the other 2... sigh... stupid a**y is taking away my frens... sigh... I seriously miss them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*To the one in the jungle on that island, have a good night and please survive in the jungle. To the one in his bunk on that island, have a good night and hope u have a good and slack day tomorrow. To the one sleeping in his room, good night and have fun in school tomorrow!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh well.. they shall be coming out next saturday...can't wait to see them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sad? That now, at this time of our lives, we cant get to enjoy the joys of goin to school anymore? We used to dread goin to skool, alwaes wishing that the holidays could come asap, always resenting the late nights, the endless exams/tests, the continuous mugging, the ever increasing pile of homework... now it seems like so much of a pleasure.. even though it was tortourous(spell correctly anot hah?).. I rememeber thinking once durin my first 3 mths, "although have to go to school, and everyday end at 5, at least I've got 7C to accompany me thru the day".... yea thats the reason tat kept me goin. Even when I went to 10A, even though I didnt noe any soul in the class, over time.. goin to skool was much more pleasurable once I got to know them. Come yr 2, it became more fun to go to school.. And now? everything's gone... all the exams, homework, late nights, mugging... For 18 yrs it's the same monotonous life, and now, suddenly.... the last A level paper marked the day when we finished our As, and also the last day of our studies... the last day we would be wakin up, jus as we did for the past 18 yrs, at 5/6am and dragging our tired feet, tryin to open our weary eyes.... sigh... ok i am feeling nostalgic now coz I am listening to Vitamin C's Graduation Song. In any case... it's the frens u make during this 18 yrs that count... n I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;am glad i have such great frens =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! my hair is soooooo freakin dry now..dry!!!! freakin dry!!!! I HATE my hair.... need to go and buy Loreal Smooth Intense again.... *shakes head in disappointment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*i've got one hand in my pocket, and the other is giving the peace sign*&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/6610191-113795733531775162?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113795733531775162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113795733531775162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113795733531775162' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113787118260881669</id><published>2006-01-21T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T03:25:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jus changed my template. I spent like 1 hour lookin at georgous lookin skins, and after shortlisting the shorlisted shorlistees, I finally decided to get this one. Although I do not like balloons, nor am I in love, I think the template looks simple and nice. Just wad I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Jeremy to sumo house. HOHO he looks better with shaved hair. Talked bout his life on that island ; I think its a waste of time to be on that island to serve this island. But oh well, it's every guy's job to do so, n I aint some wuss who is gonna complain and dread it. Saw Serene with her family at AMK hawker centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we shall have a crash course on using the word Rock/Rocks/Rawks/Rawk/Rox (and any other variations u can think of). So, movin on, lets see our 1st example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st eg. : You rox! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONONO. BIG NONO. Its supposed to be, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You rock!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd eg. : We Rox!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, another NONONO. Its supposed to be, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We rock!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd eg. : Para rox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has NO mistake. It was established long ago, and it is a fact of life that, yours truly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ROCKS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok simply put, I just wanna highlight the grammatical errors in using the word. =) Then again, if it reflects your own individuality, then go ahead and do wad u want to. Noone is gettin slammed here. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAy! I can watch Little Britain 2moro! Then again, I don't like Sundays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*Why can't I?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peace out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113787118260881669?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113787118260881669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113787118260881669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113787118260881669' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113778382050587363</id><published>2006-01-21T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T03:03:40.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my eyes are hurting me.... arghh!!! blame it on me for starin at the comp.... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.. i am getting a pair of specs soon(hopefully).. smth fashionable.. so mus get my chinese girlfren follow me. hahaz. Its so irritating, 2nd time i go to register for my driving, 2nd time rejected.. is this some kinda sign? hmm.. so anywaes 1st time i went, it was 1 week b4 my bday. So since i wasnt officially 18 yet, i got rejected. NVM. Last friday I went with Shilin to register together. When it came to the eye-check up thingy, I was like "No prob man!"(I've alwaes thought i had wonderful eyesight.. despite my lazy eyes). Once i put my eye on the eye piece, I freakin cant see anything! Turns out the test was for my right eye, which is the problematic fella. Now I have to go to the hospital and get a letter to confirm that it's safe for me to drive.. bummer... seriously, I think it's a sign..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for my first jap lesson on tuesday. Lucky shilin joined with me, or not I think i wld have zi-bi there. Learnt the common greetings, and how to write the words. Its hard. Like learning chinese all over again. oh well, I enjoy it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise is confirmed, I think. After changing our plans so many times, we've finally decided to go back to our first decision, that is, to go on a cruise. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Memoirs Of A Geisha with shilin and er yan jus now, and wld be watching it again on Sunday I think. Hmm the show, right from the beginning doesnt follow the book. Overall, I would give the show only 3 stars. I read an article bout the show jus now, and agree with wad they say, no climax. Oh well, its that kinda show u jus have to watch no matter wad, even though its a tad sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, i was readin this person's blog jus now. Nice blog, BUT i was reading the entries, and GOODNESS! From Jan 2005 to August 2005, every mth he has some new "darling" in his life. My life seems so much more monotonous compared to his..... =X but heyhey, I am enjoying singlehood. Keyword : Freedom =) Best thing bout it? U think of no one else but urself..ahhh.. no need to wait hopelessly for a sms that will never come. Your heart feels so much healthier, no need to suddenly beat 100000x faster. You don't suffer loss of slp. No withdrawal symptoms from not being with your other half. Ahhh... pure bliss... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY! Jeremy and Donggie coming out from army later. WOW! after 2 weeks... goodness. Without my telephone buddy ard, my nights are soooooo lonely..hahaz but one good thing is, he smses me bout army everyday. hahahz. no he aint gay... On the other hand, altho donggie is coming out, the other one, longgie, wont be. Like WTH..... hope longgie is doin fine in the jungle on that dumb island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to slp. Mus start slpin earlier. Lo and Behold! i am on the verge of a breakout.....again...  so better stop it before it comes out. hoho time to slp! nyte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113778382050587363?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113778382050587363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113778382050587363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113778382050587363' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113680141785813369</id><published>2006-01-09T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:15:07.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its still raining..goodness... its been raining since yesterday(sunday).. the clouds sure do have alot of water eh... sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and Hua Dong, and of coz Long are booking out today.YAY!! Shall be meeting long, yz and dong in the morning 2moro, b4 the 2 of em' book in again... sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caution: If u DO NOT like to squirm ur eyes and read long entries, u r in luck!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who DO NOT like long entries, heres the paraphrased version:&lt;br /&gt;I went to the zoo with SJWP and had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are bothered to read the long entry, here's the long version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was like the funnest day i ever had at the zoo. Woke up to a rainy morning, and my dad was like "how u goin to the zoo with this kinda weather?". The rain was such a mood-dampner.. pushed our meeting time from 10 to 11, hoping the rain wld stop.. but as luck wld have it, the bloody rain didnt stop.. but we jus decided to meed first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1215 we were all at AMK interchnage, JL was like, "dun go zoo la..", which was kinda true la. Carrying umbrellas and walking thru the zoo, when all the animals wld be slping or taking shelter from the rain, sounded abit dumb and boring rite. haha. So we went to eat at Sumo House first, went to popular, considered watching a movie(but tix so ex). Finally, we decided to go to the zoo, albeit the heavy downpour. I dun care lor, if i dun get to see animals today, i will go and jump down kill myself. So anywaes, bought some sushi and chucklets(chocolates) from NTUC, and got wet, then went to the ZOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach the zoo, it was still raining bloody heavily, but since we reach le, might as well walk. So we bought ponchos(1.90 each), which made us look damn kuku, like some mainland tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/cupidarrow/P1010477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Us before we went to look at the animals**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we entered the unsheltered region, we jus started playing ard with the water, jumping and kicking the water, in the process getting our pants wet. Hahaha damn fun la, haven played with water like tat for ages! Anywaes we looked like idiots walkin in the rain, the zoo was quite empty(no prize for guessing correctly why). Went to look at polar bears( they looked HUGE), rhinos, lions, and some other animals. Not many la, coz all were lazy and too vain to get their coats wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/cupidarrow/P1010485.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**polar bear**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/cupidarrow/P1010497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**rhino**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to look at snakes, icky, hissing snakes ; screamed and made alot of noise when we found ants on our legs; walked thru the, erm, the place where the insects all can fly about one, ya that place. Was damn scared to walk thru there. Last time i went there i saw an Iguana. We also went to KFC at the kiddy place to eat. When we reached KFC, we saw this KFC person holding Chicky( their mascot) and guiding him back to KFC. That looked damn funny( wq and i started to laugh damn loud). The dumb Chicky looked blind and, well dumb. HAHAHA. We got to shake hands with him and took pics with him. The person inside the costume mus be screaming "I WANNA QUIT". Its bad enuf he has to put up with screaming little kids at bday parties, now he has to put up with teenagers laughing at him. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/cupidarrow/P1010039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Us with Chicky**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, went to play in the play area, where there were these fountains of water. So altho it was raining, we still went to play in the water. Hoho. damn fun, wearing the ponchos and playing and splashin ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/cupidarrow/P1010045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**playin inthe heavy rain**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat went to the Animal land, where they had all the common farm animals. First animal was the miniature horse, but they were too smelly, so we jus left them. The whole place was jus deserted. Next, were the cows. Heres smth interesting. There was this one cow in the pen, and we were wondering was it male or female. THEN, we spot smth: the cow's HUGE balls. WTF,they were like HUGE. Like 2 ostrich eggs la! They are like, OMG, i seriously cant believe they were that huge! How cld the scrotum hold those 2 thingies there?!Goodness, we went hysterical there. THEY WERE BLOODY HUGE! wanna see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/cupidarrow/P1010051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**HUGE cow balls, or testes**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked ard the place, saw rabbits, or labbits as JL puts them, and played with guinea pigs. By tat time it was already like 6plus, getting quite dark. So we jus walked ard abit more, looked at seals, manatees, tried lookin at hippos, pelicans. Then we saw this damn cold shelter, and purposely took a pic inside, altho we were already freezing from walkin in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/cupidarrow/P1010069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**in the freezing cold room**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were already complaining, while JL and i were still energetic, so luckily we were already near the entrance. Jus went to look at sun bears and camels b4 we left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/cupidarrow/P1010072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**pic b4 we left the zoo**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its the most fun time i ever had at the zoo! I am so glad we didnt drop our plan of goin to the zoo and goin to somewhere else. It wld have been damn boring. Even JL enjoyed himself even though he didnt want to go to the Zoo in the cold rain. Haha damn fun day, despite the heavy rain. Its alwaes fun when we r together! ahahz.happy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113680141785813369?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113680141785813369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113680141785813369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113680141785813369' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113665555282098613</id><published>2006-01-08T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:39:12.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looks whos back...me...yay... hear the excitment in my tone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was soooooooooooooooo boring... like THIS boring... and when u got nth to do , u eat more and more and more and more and more... sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i promised to write wad happened on NYEE. So on Nyee, alvin, yilin, wk, olivia and i went to sing kbox la. Supposed to be the 8 of us, but serene, kw and shilin nv go...sigh... so gotta make do with 5 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met at cityhall, then went to eat dinner at marina sq. Had the same bbq chicken thingy, as usuall had to wait for so long. Fast forward &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; go to kbox and ask for the k-golden thingy, it supposed to be like from 7- closing. But we go there, and they tell us we can only stay for like, at most 3 1/2 hrs then aftertat see got room available, then can stay. stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after making calls to various kboxes(which all gave the same dumb reply),  and calling my wonderful fren Avonda, we managed to get the room from 10-closing. Lucky man... so from 8 to 10 we jus walked ard, played arcade( the stupid hyper bishi bashi button spoil..wa lao..). Finally went inside, and sang our hearts out... from like 10 to 4... goodness by 2 all of us were worn out... cannot take it.. hahaz but managed to last until 4. After tat played bridge and took pics at Esplanade there. The balls in the water were sooooooo spectacular! They had these neon lights illuminated on the balls.. wow! nice! hahaz. By 6 we were all hungry and desperate to find somewhere to eat. After walkin to funan and reaching Yakun at 7, we still had to wait until 7.30...bleah...finally had our breakfast and went back home...all tired... but nonetheless, i totally enjoyed myself. First time lei, sing thruout the night. Get to spend NYEE with my wonderful classmates. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oki dok. better hit the sack soon. Goin out with SJWP soon!!! We goin zoo see animals! yay! I LOVE SJWP!!!! whee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113665555282098613?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113665555282098613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113665555282098613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113665555282098613' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113662222901551053</id><published>2006-01-07T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:27:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We shall look at 2 events today:&lt;br /&gt;1) My "excursion" to tekong&lt;br /&gt;2) My Kbox erm, adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time in every boy's life when he has to leave all he has behind(sentence structure abit wrong..hmm..) , and go to the island of Tekong to serve his country. Sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywaes, Jeremy entered yesterday in the morning. Hua Dong went in the afternoon. Yongy and I went to send him off. First of all, if they ask u to report to Tekong at 2.30, they dun mean reporting to Pasir Ris at 2.15. So ya, Dong was late. To make matters worse, he forgets to bring his documents(the impt ones). To him, this was some kinda bad omen. I told him it was natural for him to forget, given that he was so blur. Haha wad can u expect eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywaes, boarded the shuttle bus at 2.45, then took the ferry(or the cruise as wei ting puts it) to Tekong. Trip there Dong got abit of pre-army jitters, so we were jus talkin to him, and he was calling girls up. Haha, hopefully one of them wld say yes and become his gf.hahahahha no la, jus kidding. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach Tekong, we jus go ard lookin at places. The bunks are quite nice la, aint great or wad, but yea, reasonable. Then walk walk here, listen to some thingy there...totally boring..yAWn.. then go have dinner( the last meal so as to spk) with Dong. Muslim food there quite nice. =) After tat, dong went to his reality, which is BMTC life, while we went back to our reality, which is my home. My comfy home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaes, wad i wanna say is, thru the "excursion" there, I decided to accept my fate. As in, lets face it, April aint THAT far away, and in time to come, its my turn there. So rather than thinkin of it and squirming in disgust, I have decided to take it in my stride and jus go ahead with it. Haiz. Sad as i am.... oh well.. 2 yrs will pass by very fast. If my dear fren lOng can survive, I also can! Hopefully Jeremy and Dong are doin well now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kbox on my bday. My bday started out boring la, did nth at all in the morning, and in the afternoon. Only thing i was lookin forward to was goin out with Meihua, Jeremy, Eddy. Act got more pple , but somehow pple who turned up were only we 4. As usual, I was late(then again, its my bday, wacha gonna do bout it =P). Plus my phone went dead, of all times to go dead...bleahx.. Mh was the only one there. Jeremy n Eddy were gonna be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mh and I went for dinner at BK, then walk walk walk walk walk, listen to carolling, then walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk. So finally at 7.45 (we met at 6.15), we went to Kbox. Jeremy and eddy still haven arrive. Sheesh. The pple at marina were v.nice. Good service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mh and i sang Lian Ai Ping Lu for like 3/4 tims consec, when suddenly the door swings open....*gasp*... 2 dark figures stood at the door...*gasp again*... ok drama aside, it was Jeremy and Eddy, holding a bdat cake for me, and singing a bday song. AWWWWW so sweet la! hahaz it cake was DELIousious. LIke WAEEE delicious. So much white chocolate. OOooo, oh yea, and eddy slammed the cake on my face... hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaes, thruout the whole session, i had sooooo much fun. It was the first time i enjoyed my kbox outing. So much screaming and singin...simply the best! hahaz! so b4 my tired hands stop typing, I jus wanna thank MH, Eddy and our NSman Jeremy for celebrating my bday with me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that i went home, my parents and i celebrated again, with another cake..nICE~ hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oki dok, i shall stop here, later than write bout my New year's eve eve Kbox outing. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113662222901551053?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113662222901551053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113662222901551053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113662222901551053' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113639710729948595</id><published>2006-01-05T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T01:51:47.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired...tired...so jus summarise....&lt;br /&gt;1) repair Ipod(its fine, finally..). Girl at couter in Ipod shop v. pretty and friendly. i like her =)&lt;br /&gt;2)watched Narnia. Nice plot, dumb ending..how did the witch die again? hmm&lt;br /&gt;3)bought a new bag. hoho. i like it, altho i think i bought it on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;4)went to job agency. weekiat introed me a job. so i jus filled in the particulars. x-ray assistant. sounds fun. hope they call me. Oh yea, i feel kinda bad coz wk also kinda wanted that job, and i kinda "stole" it from him. but yea, its all good now. apologise to him le.&lt;br /&gt;5)went to the jap skool. goin ahead with it.&lt;br /&gt;6)had dinner at marina bay with ex-Peers pple. had loads of fun with them. haven chatted with them for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now i shall say smth... i jus read some other blogs, and i jus wanna say, can pple pls use good english. like, eh, i quote, "But I did not &lt;strong&gt;picked &lt;/strong&gt;up your calls ...." ok, far be it for me to try and be some GP teacher, i jus cant stand reading such stuff. Its supposed to be I DID NOT PICK UP YOUR CALLS. goodness... then again, i failed my GP(D7), aint in no position to reprimand anyone. pls dun mind me, i am in a cranky mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the job agency, the girl asked me wad i took for As. so i said, Bio, Chem , Maths. then horrors of all horrors, she asks me wad were my prelims grades. In my mind i am like, "oh great....."&lt;br /&gt;So i jus tell her, CEE. which is like, so xia suai la...goodness.. lucky my O level Chinese saved my arse...at least she wldnt think i am some dumb boy. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna slp. lets all hope and wish that the job agency will call me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113639710729948595?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113639710729948595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113639710729948595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113639710729948595' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-113622801147381141</id><published>2006-01-02T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T15:06:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hohohoho! look who's back! apparently my 2 mth long hiatus turned into a 4 mth long vacation. reason? ITS THE COMP'S BLOODY FAULT!! aint mine.dun blame me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaes. its a new yr.. so fast.. it still feels like yesterday when i went for my O1 orientation u noe...man.. time flies.. so finally after 12 yrs of education, and last min work b4 skool starts, i can finally rest at home, while others go to skool..man! it feels good. oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new yrs eve was..erm... ok i spent it with my baby sitter and her family at ECP, in the chalet..everything was fun..but i felt abit out of place again. hahaz. but oh well, same thing happens every year, same thing happens everytime i'm with pple i aint too familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kbox like 3 times in 2 weeks. first on my bday. then four days later. then on the eve of NYE. all 3 times were great. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that skool's out, everyday i wake up, thinking about wad to do. wads my aim for the day? how shall i spend it? sld i do this, sld i do that... bleah.. its like totally f**king boring. for the few weeks in dec, i spent everyday rotting at home, watching tv, then slping, then watching tv. i nearly fell into depression, having not a single clue wad the hell i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all thats gonna change. its a new yr. i aint gonna be the same old para. no no. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this para, by the end of 2006, will noe how to spk jap, and hopefully hindi. this para, by the end of 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, hopefully will be in med skool, or not somewhere else's med skool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this para, by the end of 2006, will be a NSman. this para, by the end of 2006, will wear a singlet and show off his oh-so-sexy biceps&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;this para, by the end of 2006, will learn how to communicate more maturely and have a more mature outlook on life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;this para, by the end of 2006, will...erm...( enter resolution of choice here). thats about it&lt;/span&gt;. hahaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i finally called the comp repair guy to come today. i got them off the classified. the uncle who came was such a frenly guy. cost me 70 bucks.and after 4 hrs, the prob is, more or less, solved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus have to get a new video card. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oki dok. shall stop here. take care. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-113622801147381141?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113622801147381141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/113622801147381141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113622801147381141' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-112862114923303520</id><published>2005-10-06T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T01:52:29.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been decided..i am takin a 2mth hiatus from using my comp(sentence structure kinda wrong..oh well..engrish lan..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup..this blog shall rest for 2 mths..so shall my comp..which will be unplugged b4 i go and slp.. mayb weekends i will re-plug it back..see first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so good bye! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing everyone good luck for ur As and promos!! cya after As!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHeE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-112862114923303520?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/112862114923303520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/112862114923303520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112862114923303520' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6610191.post-112827021922756213</id><published>2005-10-02T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:23:39.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rainbows...ah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the pot of gold at the end of rainbow* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rainbows are visions..but only illusions..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rainbows have nothing to hide*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the rainbow connection* somedae we will find it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile when u see a rainbow* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*who said that every wish, would be and answered,when wished on the morning sky..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rainbows!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6610191-112827021922756213?l=gullibuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/112827021922756213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6610191/posts/default/112827021922756213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gullibuble.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112827021922756213' title=''/><author><name>Para Para</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
