<?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-36244941</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:57:47.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cutefish's ocean</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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yeah, oh wells, regretfully i've been interrupted by dis thingy b4 i can do all e stuff i wanna do. kinda makes ya regret not trg for nafa, cos, rite den, ggin in 4 wks earlier din seem much of a biggie, but now, it kinda sux. okie, its not ns dat sux, but e timing of e stuff dat happened b4 ns dat suxed, cos i've virtually no time to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i'ld aso lyk to take e opportunity to inform my dear readers dat dis blog will be closing down as of tmr, i'll find a new place in time. though i've often poured my tots, sometimes my soul, on dis blog, it has nevertheless brought mi quite a bit of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u're reali reali still interested in wads ggin on in my lyfe, u can always ask mi for my new blog addy online as soon as i've created one and booked out n haf enuff time to do it. thx to all e readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, mebbe if the hugs counter reaches 500, i might reconsider closing dis blog? im kinda lazy to create a new one :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7700658063249271494?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7700658063249271494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7700658063249271494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7700658063249271494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7700658063249271494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/12/bye-guys.html' title='bye guys'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7479860350786336405</id><published>2007-12-11T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:00:31.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sighz</title><content type='html'>the outing dat nv happened. she din take my calls. she blocked mi. n all i wanted to do was to see her b4 i went to tekong n wish her happie bdae in person in advance, knowing dat i'll prob not see her till next yr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;methinks dis blog is too well read. sighz. dis sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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later...</title><content type='html'>A week and an interesting outing l8r, amy, kim, evan, and i found ourselves baq at the alleybar drinking mojitas (mojitas were on offer on mondaes) and toking abt gals n relationships. again dey gave mi much more new insights. i might haf ta revise my views i said earlier. esp when i heard e statement frm kim. and the qn frm amy. aso found out sth abt e past frm evan which i totali 4got. seems i made a mistake abt sth. neways abt e stuff i write, dun take everything as it is, it can be changed daes or wks l8r. nevertheless, if dere's one conclusion i made frm e time at e bar, its dat im no player, i reali reali cant be one, i can be played, but i can nv be a player. kim aso reaffirmed dat i shuld believe in myself dat i can do it, cos yeah, it is possible, if i juz try. amy asked a searching qn which seemed to confirm, for a moment, hu i reali lyked. den again, i'll haf ta tink it thru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot to tink abt. unfortunately im suffering e effects of e tequila shot, so i'll slp on it n tink abt it in e morn. gd nite (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-3052267691623254545?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/3052267691623254545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=3052267691623254545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3052267691623254545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3052267691623254545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/12/week-later.html' title='A week later...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-3767708332278541738</id><published>2007-12-08T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:55:29.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bitter irony</title><content type='html'>nah, im not toking abt cocoa powder. sighz. to everyone hu reads dis, next time when u find someone u reali lyk, whom u share chemistry wif, nv let go. stupid mi. all i cared abt were superficial stuff. e nice moments when i ran wif her to catch a movie, mugged wif her, stood beside her in a lill shop in far east while she was havin her prom dress made, if onli i'ld treasured those moments more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, no time for regrets, i'll do my best. for once. i'll try. i'll believe in myself. though all i haf is hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bdae wishes haf nv been serious b4, but i hope mebbe, if someone up dere is willing to override all dat backlog of unused or misused wishes wif dis simple wish: i wish, for juz 1 more chance to see her. to see dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-3767708332278541738?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/3767708332278541738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=3767708332278541738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3767708332278541738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3767708332278541738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/12/bitter-irony.html' title='the bitter irony'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-8541294976054403439</id><published>2007-12-06T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:48:56.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>yes, its another serious emo post again. yepp im baq. sry, been too lazy to post any pics i've got n stuff. but here's some stuff dats on my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been watching the kdrama (korean drama) entitled 'witch yoo hee'. its basically a reali reali gd drama, and kinda typically, full of complicated relationships btw characters, who i must sae was reali developed and deep for a short 15 episode drama! but yeah, its basically abt dis gal, yoo hee, hu has a real cold attitude wif her frosty stare that can turn anyone in popsicles, and whom has no luck in love matters wadsoever cos she's stiff, unnatural, unromantic, and not used to everything. she aso does not haf any fashion sense. she's basically lyk a guy, minus e fashion sense. one fine dae she meets dis joker hu juz dropped outta med skool after 1 yr to pursue his passion, cooking. and yeah, according to my aunt (i din watch e first 2 episodes), he actuali bumped into e gal's car, and had to pay her 400k or sth for e damages, which he being frm a middle-class family obviously does not haf. so in e end, dey reached an agreement whereby he'll be her housekeeper, and aso her assistant in love affairs. and yepp, a whole lotta messy situations arise outta dis weird arrangement, as qns unfold abt e guy's current rela wif his current gf, and his rela wif dis gal, as well as other complicated matters such as yoo hee's old flame which keeps on appearing and in e end vies for her heart, but however for a motive other den love (i.e., the old flame's a jerk), and yoo hee's dad hu keeps manipulating e guys in her lyfe, seeing her marriage merely as a business transaction to benefit the company. to watch the drama, click &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/showseries?id=2783"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den dere was e tiramisu i was making, which wasnt as easy a task as it seemed on paper. first i had decide whether i was gonna make a tiramisu or bake a chess cake, n den i had ta go shop for groceries wif my mom (moms know best! better safe den sowie, i din wanna spend 30mins hunting for a small bottle of vanilla extract). when i got home, i din make it str away, so i had ta put e stuff in e fridge, minus e can of cocoa powder and expresso coffee powder. n yeah, when it was time to make e tiramisu, i had ta read and reread the instructions b4 proceeding. twas hard work, and alotta whisking, made worse cos i was brave (or foolish/stupid) enuff to do everything e manual way wif a wire whisk instead of an electric one, and made even worse dat i juz had fencing trg in e afternoon and my arm was reali tired, and finally, made worse cos i caught a cold standing in e rain waiting for a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme digress for awhile. actuali wanted to blog abt my exp while standing in e rain. well, i finished trg, and it was still 4, din wanna wait till 5 plus or 6 and ask my dad to pick mi up after he knocked off frm work, so i bravely decided to try to catch a cab. wad a stupid decision. tues as u noe, it was pouring. all over e island. i was in e east, and it was still pouring by e time i reached home. oh wells. the road was a distance away frm e building, and any shelter, and as i had ta hail a cab, (e bus stop's further, i'ld be drenched when i reach it neways, and i tot i'ld prob catch a cold on e mrt, so i wanted to take a cab and get home asap), i had ta leave e comfort of e building and walk out in e rain to wait by e roadside for a cab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking outta e building, i had my fone out in my hand, cos i was callin some frens n askin dem whether dey had nething on, cos i had nth to do after trg, but yeah, to no avail, i tink dey were all out liao )= so yeah, u noe sony ericsson walkman fones as dey call it? dey had dis small orange button on e left side which, when u press (usuali accidentally), starts e player which plays e songs in ur fone (wad a great but stupid way to get caught for havin ur hp on during skool time!). so yepp, as i was walking outta e building, i heard some noise coming frm my fone, so i lifted it nearer to my face and saw dat it was playing, guess wad, sunday morning. not juz dat, it was on e first line 'sunday morning rain is pouring'. PURE UTTER IRONY! i went lyk, OMG! if dis was my lit text i'ld sae e writer had a great sense of humour to craft in dis little piece of dramatic irony. but in those miserable conditions, i found it hard to laugh. so i waited. e cool raindrops falling on my face, my hair. saw cars pass by. waited patiently for a cab. n yeah, dats when i tot, 'i'll nv ever let my gal go out in e rain without an umbrella. never. i never want her to feel dat miserable feeling i felt. rainy daes might be reali nice when u're indoors and dry, wif a mug of hot chocolate, but outside in e rain without an umbrella, it totali sux.  but for a gal, dat could take a turn when a nice guy wif an umbrella comes along (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, baq to making tiramisu. well, actuali not reali. it was okie i guess. wasnt confident dat it'll turn out nice at e end, despite following all e instructions. it was onli when i took a brave scoop of it e next dae, i.e. todae, did i find dat, it actuali worked out pretty well (= e tiramisu was great! except mebbe a few minor tweaks, lyk making a thicker crust, and adding an egg yolk less? or mebbe more heavy cream (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, reflecting on making e tiramisu, as well as after watching most of e episodes of witch yoo hee on crunchyroll instead of waiting everydae for it to show at 10pm on channel U (im on episode 12, 4 more to go!), i found dat a relationship's just lyk making a cake. i noe might haf heard dis dozens of times, but lemme explain neways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, u needa choose e right person to start a relationship wif. its juz lyk choosing whether to bake a cheese cake or mebbe a chocolate souffle, or a tiramisu in my case, each one has a unique taste, juz lyk relationships wif diff pple, no 2 r ever the same, each has its own 'flavour' so to speak. so yeah, in order to make a cake, u must first decide wad kinda cake to make. any indecisiveness, for example, if u wanna make both a cheese cake and a tiramisu wuld result in a cake dats neither here nor dere (trust mi, u wun wanna combine a cheese cake and a tiramisu, it'll taste horrible). i myself was guilty of indecisiveness, due to some influence frm pple, and due to my own mindset, but yeah, thank God for some pple and stuff which woke mi up, including a fren whom i was joking wif but took it seriously and suddenly asked mi in a rather irritated tone 'excuse mi, do u reali noe wad love is?', i come to realize my own mistake. so yepp, i've changed, i'll bake 1 cake at a time, and hopefully e cake dat i baked will be e best, hopefully it'll turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, u needa add e right ingredients for it to work. in e show witch yoo hee, when e master chef made a new dish and everyone tasted it and he asked whether they could tell wad ingredients were used in e dish, everyone gave roughly the same 4 ingredients, but e main char of e story said there is a 5th ingredient, 'dedication', which is the most impt ingredient every chef shuld haf. similarly, in a rela, love shuld be the most impt ingredient, and used in liberal quantities. dere's no such thing as too little love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, u must always persevere despite wadever happens. i rmb during e process of making e tiramisu, dere were times when i tot i failed, when i tot i screwed up and it wuldnt work. take for example, e step where i had ta whisk heavy cream till stiff peaks formed. i mean, e cream was kinda liquididy (okie fine, watery, im trying to invent a new word), and at one point in time, i wanted to give up despite e cream seeming to become juz a lill thicker in terms of texture; but my mom egged mi on n told mi to cont whisking. so i persevered, and somehow, e heavy cream actuali thickened and formed stiff peaks. however dats where i made my 2nd mistake. i cont whisking, cos i did not trust myself. i overdid it and as a result, e nice texture of e heavy cream became clumpy solid stuff. felt kinda down, cos i wasted cream, and a lill stupid not to trust myself. so yepp, in a rela, though dere r times when it feels lyk one is groping abt in e darkness not knowing where one is headed, one must trust in themself and their partner, in order to make it right. if one makes a mistake, one must aso not be afraid to start over. i mean, it might feel lyk a lill bit of a waste, but rather than wasting e (comparatively larger) effort put in in the other steps, one must put his doubts behind him, pick himself up and try again. i measured out e right abt of heavy cream and tried again, dis time more confidently, and i managed to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i must reiterate. trust ur partner, and believe in urself as well. a rela usuali breaks down when dat happens. take making tiramisu for example. even after e tiramisu was done. even after i followed all e steps accurately, under e watchful eye of my mom, i still doubted whether e cake was even edible. it was onli e next dae after e required refrigeration period when i took it out and bravely took a spoonful of it did i discover to my amazement how wonderful it tasted. e success was even more bittersweet, bitter due to the cocoa powder on top (yesh, lame...), and sweet, cos it was made by mi. in e case of e rela, it wass made by both u and ur partner. and it'll indeed be sweet when u look baq on how u 2 started 20 yrs down e road. so yepp, dats how tiramisu = relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. u can get e tiramisu recepie by clicking &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Tiramisu-II/Detail.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. dun worrie, e tiramisu looks better den wads in e picture, n make it square la, dun make it round. dis is e safest recepie for those of u afraid of contracting food poisoning cos e onli raw stuff, egg yolks, were boiled in e end, so its safe (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-8541294976054403439?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/8541294976054403439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=8541294976054403439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8541294976054403439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8541294976054403439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/12/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-3871857985918944532</id><published>2007-12-06T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:32:59.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wads cookin'</title><content type='html'>i successfully made my first tiramisu!!! woohoo! was damn scared it wun taste nice cos i tot i din get e cream part up to e right consistency, but, its okie! it worked! it tastes EXCELLENT! and no evan, i dun tink i'll get food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-3871857985918944532?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4283414997042980878</id><published>2007-12-02T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:58:58.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revelations</title><content type='html'>okie, i had ta take down e most recent post upon threatened action by cyril, but hmmm, hypothetically speaking, dere r other ways to get e info (*ahem* msn mi *ahem*) or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evan aso states dat cyril's behaving in a delusional manner tonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4283414997042980878?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4283414997042980878/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-9137510002266188119</id><published>2007-11-30T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T15:36:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper</title><content type='html'>the volume of books and notes dat i've used over the years up till now, probably killed an entire forest in sumatra. therefore, education represents a market failure, as it does not take into account the negative externalities generated, which include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.excessive electricity consumption, from computers, air con, and lighting when mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.logging of forest, clean air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.wastage of food. when we pig on choc and lots of icecream (and any combination of both, lyk choc ice cream! nd i sae more?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.high anxiety and stress lvls, which equate to medical costs, and possible nd for therapy in 10 years (and off course 10 years after when ur kids start ggin to skool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.financial resources wasted. everyone nds a party after exams rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.air pollution. TEXTBOOK BURNING PARTY!!! WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.precious time students could use for more useful exciting things. lyk saving the world lyk peter petrelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-9137510002266188119?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/9137510002266188119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=9137510002266188119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/9137510002266188119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/9137510002266188119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/paper.html' title='Paper'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-2161708897308558355</id><published>2007-11-26T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:27:20.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>sowie 4 not blogging for so long pple! urgh, too tired/bz/procrastinating too long to write! but i promise, PROMISE, dat in e morn when i wake up, i'll defninitely blog. mebbe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie neways, hmmm, wads an addiction? lemme get u started on one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqaqKE4kc90&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqaqKE4kc90&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happie holidaes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-2161708897308558355?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/2161708897308558355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=2161708897308558355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2161708897308558355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2161708897308558355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-512565130731875614</id><published>2007-11-18T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:29:27.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>okie, though dis might turn out to be a rather serious post, dun worrie, it definitely wun end up all emo n sad, afterall, im listening to corrinne may's 'little superhero girl', n u noe, her music kinda has an effect on u. i mean, when she's all serious n sad or troubled, u hear it in her voice, but more den often her songs r uplifting n makes u feel as if all e clouds in e sky were pink fluffy marshmellows (= im sure angi wuld love dat tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, gimme some time for e effect of e song to sink in, im still a lill spooked by e show 'the mothman prophecies' dat juz showed on channel 5. urgh. i guess for television, or movies for dat matter, wad scares mi is not some scary looking monster jumping outta e shadows or sth, but e time when u're in a room or place and whether it be dark or bright, u're unsure whether u're truly alone. dat spooks mi. e even more irritating is dis shows haf to be shown late in e nite. now if its screened in e morning, den u'll watch it, n by e time u actuali get home n up into bed u'ld haf 4gotten abt it. but when u screen it at nite... plus e fact dat u'll haf ta turn off e lights b4 u go to bed = its dark, r u alone? okie fine, sowie if i spooked u, u can always call mi, i tink i'll be up till late tonite unless i can get dat tot outta my head. (usuali in dis situations, i make myself veh tired, den i turn in, so i fall asleep b4 i can tink nemore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie okie. as to exams, i screwed up my last paper. lyk, totali. urgh. e time pressure n all got to mi (wtf 1 hr for everything?!?) n i blanked durin dat paper. n u noe its not a reali gd management of time if u blank out for half e time. im so screwed. was half depressed on fri. lyk one of e class pple said when we took a class foto after e whole thing, 'wah, actuali now's a reali bad time to take a foto. after a paper lyk dat, how can u smile?!?', which made everyone smile, at e whole dramatic irony of it all. so it was a happie foto. n i guess dota n a movie after dat cured everything. was quite funnie, we actuali wanted to watch either beowulf or stardust, but in e end due to e lack of seats (we had 9 pple watchin a movie, n b4 dat we had 12 pple dota-ing, along wif 3 other grps of ac pple in e area. lyk, half e lanshop we were in was filled wif our lvl mates?!?). okie neways, we caught a late 'the bee movie', as liew promptly puts it. n yeah, dis is a first 4 mi, prob cos as i admitted l8r, i dun use my brain much for useful purposes, juz for fun laughter peace n joy, dats all; but yeah, we actuali smuggled food in frm carrefour to eat durin e movie :P  brilliant. lyk absolutely brilliant. liew was e funniest, he hid a box of cereal under his skool sweater. i was lyk, 'liew, is dat a box under ur sweater? LOL! its so obvious!' in e lift, to which he replied, 'wad box?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a side note, dat guy's great, he can be a standup comedian, i mean, dere's absolutely no one hu can repeat his deadpan sarcasm so well n so humorously. he's brilliant.  even i cant imitate his lines in e same tone as he does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie baq to e story. so the bee movie was okie la, nice, cheery n all, it helped alot (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den yeah, some of us went home, some of us went to e starbucks to get drinks n tok. yeong wei suggested we go to e starbucks at the cathay instead of stickin to plaza sing, but vickiie went lyk 'but i dun wanna walk... )='. neways we went to the cathay in e end, n on e way, poor yeong wei was struggling, cos after e movie he discovered to his dismay he had a pimple on his butt. n not juz anywhere, but yeah. ouch. i shall not go into e detail to which he n e rest of us described it, esp when we had to almost illustrate it to vickiie (she's reali veh innocent). so he looked reali funnie when he walked. poor guy. okie, we got to the cathay, n guess wad? e starbucks is as crowded as e one at plaza sg! 'e irony gods must be laughing at us', as jason fox aptly puts it in foxtrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we bought our coffee, yeong wei had to do his big business n after dat briefly said how he tried to burst e pimple, which we all were lyk, O.o dude, i was drinking hot chocolate for crying out loud. shulda drank coffee, cos we stayed out real late. frm after e movie which was abt 11 sth (e movie started at 9 plus, cos we got a late one so vickiie could come; side note: vickiie's zoni's gf, she's aso known as 'egg' or 'the egg' cos her head's shaped lyk an egg. i cracked her up durin e exams when i told her to slp early if not she'll become a hard boiled egg, though i reali was juz saying nonsense at dat time; yes im full of rubbish too, hu isnt?) okie baq to e story, we stayed out frm 11 till abt 2 plus. basically we toked n joked our way thru, n time juz flied. it felt lyk class, except yeah la, less pple. still it felt lyk class, lyk how u can take a small bit of a holographic flim n shine a light thru n it'll still recreate e whole image. its e same, somehow. im gonna miss classes. i nv had such a bonded n funnie class b4. frm e stupid brainless distracting stuff we were doin durin physics class to distract ourselves frm e boring lesson (its e syllabus dats boring, not e teachers!) to seeing ferdi our ct's animated n most of e time exasperated (wif our class) speeches (oh shit, i still owe him my testimonial...       ...ahh heck, a few more daes wun hurt. afterall, half e class hasnt done it too :P) to a unanimous agreement dat chinese is our best ib subject afterall, despite us not paying attention to a single lesson of chinese n still acing it, oh man, i hope uni's gonna be juz as gd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie yeah, baq to cathay. we were standing outside e starbucks inside e mall (dere r 2 entrances) n yeah, midway thru suddenly vickiie goes, 'omg! did u see dat?' n den goes on to explain how dere was dis gal on e escalator behind us wearing a mini skirt n she bent down n lifted up her skirt abit to scratch her tigh. thx God mi n e other guys had our baqs turned to e escalator, though, mebbe not, we woulda otherwise haf caught a free show. ah nvm, ignore dat testosterone induced comment. though yeah, i did tell dem abt e time i was wif amy in suntec walkin arnd n i was thirsty, so i took a drink of water, n it so happened we were walking beside an escalator, so when i tilted my head up to, yeah, let e water flow down my throat, i nearly spat e water out. seriously man, e mall's design's so bad, if a gal wears a mini n someone so happens to be walkin rite beside e escalator n juz so happens to look up, yeah, u noe wad'll happen. neways i din choked to death, n made a mental note dat if i ever had a gf n she was wearin a mini, nv to take her to suntec. ok besides dat, we aso recalled skool, n even sec skool lyfe, e pranks we played on teachers n fellow students alike. lyk e bb seniors durin bb camp where dey hid n made their juniors walk arnd e skool, durin which dey'll jump out n scare dem. e skool reali has some freaky places, but on e whole, its mostly serene n calm at 1-2am in e morning. its reali nice, juz different frm e bustling skool dat i knew. discovered dat durin e various npcc camps at skool in sec skool. but yeah, reali nice (= esp e class room corridors in e old block, its reali nice when e silver moonlight floods e corridors (= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, we wun be ggin baq to skool. wad a waste, i shulda hung my ib tie on e eagle after e last paper lyk wad hao suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yeah, mi n zoni had quite a nice chat much l8r on when e others were fooling arnd, albeit a serious chat. n well, i tink he kinda answered my qn on whether love was selfish or not. to put is dis way, it was reali a deep conversation, esp considerin both of us do TOK which is similar to the A lvl's KI except dat we must pass dis sub in order to get our ib diploma. okie, neways we discussed various things, n yeah, one of which was my qn of whether love was selfish or not, to which he replied dat its both selfish n unselfish. b4 i started tinkin he was soundin more n more lyk siddahartha frm siddahartha by herman hesse, one of our eng (lit la, its lit) bks we had ta mug for our exams, he den clarified it. if i can rmb correctly (i admit i was sleepy den, i shulda drank coffee!), it is selfish cos humans r not perfect, we're mostly motivated by selfish desires. okie i'll bring up another side argument which i did bring up den, den i'll come baq n tie dis one up. i asked him whether it is possible den for one to be noble, to do sth for purely noble purposes, cos u noe, when u do gd, u feel gd, its not possible to not feel gd abt urself, to gain dis sorta satisfaction by doing gd. however, if dis is ur motivation, or if u get a reward, den it reali isnt noble in its essance, isnt it? cos to do a noble act is to do sth without gettin nething in return, but in dis case, u do feel gd. but zoni said dat as long as e motivation is for e gd of someone or e community, as long as someone benefits, it doesnt matter whether u feel gd or not or whether e act is truly done outta kindness or grace, wad matters is e net effect's positive (= kinda provided mi wif some closure to my personal struggle to aspire to be noble, yet dun achieve it cos most of e time, i feel gd doing stuff outta kindness, n more often den not l8r on, i catch myself doing stuff wif dat nice feeling of satisfaction as my motivation, which is wrong. urgh. its a struggle to be a dino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie baq to e argument. so love's both selfish n unselfish. its selfish in terms dat, definitely when u initially lyk, n den love someone, it'll probably be more outta selfish reasons den unselfish reasons (c'mon, hu wuld unselfishly share their bfs or gfs cos dey're nice pple hu'ld benefit e other guy/gal? okie, if dis example's bad, ignore it, i juz tot abt it) but yeah l8r on when e feelings r built, u start to sacrifice stuff for one another, dats unselfish love. so its both selfish n unselfish at e same time. doesnt mean dat l8r on its totali unselfish, u definitely wuld selfishly protect ur relationship. i noe i wuld. but yeah, love's gd, it makes e whole world go round. guess i'll keep searching for it. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yepp, male bonding, but mostly, some qns r ans, indrectly, i believe, by God. cool. i finally found some ans i've been looking for. now dis is startin to feel lyk after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a side note, we noticed dat, it feels reali sian after exams. i mean, during exams, u find a 101 things to do. n e best part is, everything, even e smallest, most meaningless thing, seems interesting. even readin dis boring bk somehow seems interesting. but after exams, everything feels sian. u dun even feel lyk doing anything. i mean, as students, ur sole purpose in lyfe seems to be exams. wad happens when ur exams end? wad happens to e poor pple hu live for exams. luckily, i dun live for exams, i live for lyfe, n wad it brings (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna be myself, im gonna find a gal hu appreciates mi for hu i am, but more imptly or as imptly, someone whom i love for hu she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div 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title='hope'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-3171506202588421072</id><published>2007-11-15T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:34:16.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more left!!!</title><content type='html'>ACED!!! woohoo! okie, i more left. 1 hr 15 mins separating mi frm freedom. oh the exhilaration! i've so much to do, i've no idea where to begin. so mani old frens to catch up wif, so mani new ones to make, so mani parties, dota, stayovers, fooling arnd, chilling out, n partying as if dere isnt tmr, cos reali, wad else is dere when exams r over? woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i'll work hard to ace dat last one. dat veh veh last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-3171506202588421072?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/3171506202588421072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=3171506202588421072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3171506202588421072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3171506202588421072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-more-left.html' title='1 more left!!!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-9012964951585880783</id><published>2007-11-14T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:51:48.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pick myself up of e floor</title><content type='html'>urgh, i feel lyk shit. made dis stupid STUPID friggin mistake which cost mi dearly in terms of marks. lyk, wtf la. i feel so dumb. urgh. was so demoralized after dat i went on to make another stupid mistake. its lyk falling flat on ur face n picking urself up onli to fall flat on ur face wif e next step u take. after dat, u reali dun feel lyk standing up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis exams is reali testing. haiz. i guess i'll haf ta pick myself up again, afterall i still haf some hope tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dere're a few posters advertising smu fencing in my club's salle which i go to fence, and on one of dem reads:&lt;br /&gt;"Only a man who knows what it is like to be defeated can reach down to the bottom of his soul and come up with the extra ounce of power it takes to win when the match is even." - Mohammed Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've sunk so far down, i shuld be able to pick myself up. afterall, i've done it in fencing when i caught up frm a large pt deficit. i'll be able to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis is my last 2.5 hrs in e exams. i'll leave e hall wif my head high. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-9012964951585880783?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-6631952508238281130</id><published>2007-11-11T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:05:22.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sighz</title><content type='html'>ok fine cyril, u got ur way, i put e emo post up, seeing dat u alrdy copied n pasted it on ur blog (lyk wth?!?). neways found dis reali g8 song by a singer nicknamed 'passion' hus reali sick on e acoustic guitar, and yeah, i found dis song he wrote especially meaningful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one...&lt;br /&gt;Passion...&lt;br /&gt;This is my situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse One:&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that I'd be so weak&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that I'd let my feelings free&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl in the pictures&lt;br /&gt;Sweet mystery&lt;br /&gt;I hid my heart long ago&lt;br /&gt;Why did this have to happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;I know this is special&lt;br /&gt;(Cos the way you make me feel)&lt;br /&gt;Girl it's so special&lt;br /&gt;(The way we keep it real)&lt;br /&gt;The only problem that I have&lt;br /&gt;She's in love with another man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem that every time I open my heart?&lt;br /&gt;She's already in love&lt;br /&gt;(She's already in love)&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' one day I'll be the lucky man&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is all I'm thinkin' of&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying you should leave your man&lt;br /&gt;(Don't leave your man)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, "Get going."&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'll understand&lt;br /&gt;Let me know when I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;And if so, then I'll leave&lt;br /&gt;(I'll leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse Two:&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know we've spent hours on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' boutâ€¦&lt;br /&gt;And in the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Its him you're really thinkin' bout&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;Girl it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;At times it feels so wrong&lt;br /&gt;But hope is what keeps me strong&lt;br /&gt;Just the fact you said, â€œOne day we'd be togetherâ€&lt;br /&gt;That's what keeps me going on&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're so special&lt;br /&gt;(Cos way you make me feel)&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl it's so special&lt;br /&gt;(The way we keep it real)&lt;br /&gt;The only problem that I have&lt;br /&gt;She's in love with another man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: Repeat Twice&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem that every time I open my heart?&lt;br /&gt;She's already in love&lt;br /&gt;(She's already in love)&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' one day I'll be the lucky man&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is all I'm thinkin' of&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying you should leave your man&lt;br /&gt;(Don't leave your man)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, â€œGet goingâ€&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'll understand&lt;br /&gt;Let me know when I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;And if so, then I'll leave&lt;br /&gt;(I'll leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse Three:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type of man to bring confrontation&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tryina to steal you away&lt;br /&gt;Girl this game we're playing is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Cos in the end someone has to pay&lt;br /&gt;(Someone has to pay)&lt;br /&gt;And I know you two got something special&lt;br /&gt;So ima let you be&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the moments that we shared&lt;br /&gt;And for setting my heart free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2x:&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem that every time I open my heart?&lt;br /&gt;She's already in love&lt;br /&gt;(She's already in love)&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' one day I'll be the lucky man&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is all I'm thinkin' of&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying you should leave your man&lt;br /&gt;(Don't leave your man)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, â€œGet goingâ€&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'll understand&lt;br /&gt;Let me know when I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;And if so, then I'll leave&lt;br /&gt;(I'll leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem that every time I open my heart?&lt;br /&gt;She's already in love&lt;br /&gt;(She's already in love)&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' one day I'll be the lucky man&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is all I'm thinkin' of&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying you should leave your man&lt;br /&gt;(Don't leave your man)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, â€œGet goingâ€&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'll understand&lt;br /&gt;Let me know when I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;And if so, then I'll leave&lt;br /&gt;(I'll leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, an emo song, i noe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's e one wif e intro n e cool guitar riff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/30xJuiYHpbU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/30xJuiYHpbU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u wanna reali listen to e lyrics, dis one's better, its juz e first 3 or 4 lines are cut off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZSXm6lhSzo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZSXm6lhSzo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e 2nd vid's reali gd, u can tell he's feeling e lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine, i noe im emo, i shall not post when im emo, urgh, im nv in a gd state to post dese daes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-6631952508238281130?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-1353947927318176850</id><published>2007-11-10T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:38:28.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>)=</title><content type='html'>apologies for e emo post, i took it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-1353947927318176850?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/1353947927318176850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=1353947927318176850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing lotsa tinking lately, some of which, yeah, was in e exam hall, some of which were totally not related to exams and results, and some of which are semi-related to it. but after watching dis 4th last episode of 'the magicians of love' on channel U every fri nite (from 1130pm to 130am, its a must watch!!!), i dunno, is love selfish or unselfish? ok lemme jump baq a few daes ago n elaborate on how dis qn invariably popped up in my head again. i heard e song 'superwoman' by cao ge, aso known by his eng name as gary (he's a chi pop artiste), as the song was playing on e radio, n yeah, i felt e lyrics were meaningful, so i decided to find e mv on youtube. i did, n yeah, to cut e long story short, it was abt dis woman hus loved her man n been wif him for a long time in dis relationship, but one dae juz felt lyk running away, as she felt he din love her. so yeah, in e end, she came baq, out of her own accord, albeit emotionally battered, but yeah, at e door, she told e guy she still loves him, e guy said he loves her, but she then asked dis haunting qn 'ni dao di shi bu shi ai wo, hai shi ai zhi zi?' (loosely translated, do u love me, or do u love yourself) here i interpreted it to mean whether his love for her is selfish, for himself, or whether he genuinely loves her. so i tot, hmmm, love's unselfish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, baq to todae, in dis epi of the magicians of love, rite at e end, e grandma of ya si asked him to play rugby wif him (yes i noe, grandma playing rugby, ftw?!?) and yeah, though dat 2-a-side match was comical to watch, at e end, e grandma told him any idiot could see he was letting her win, at which ya si admitted dat he even allowed his younger bro to win in e past (when his younger bro was still alive). however, his grandma brought it up dat dats y he's always letting other people before him, sacrificing himself. his grandma den stated dat love's selfish. so yepp, i reali dunno, is it, or is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighz, some pple may tink, whether selfish or not, it doesnt reali matter. i dunno, but i tink it does. urgh. though im not as selfless as ya si in e show, often times i let pple have their way first, cos i reali dun haf much confidence in myself, if i do haf any, at all. seriously, i nv did. dats y e whole thing abt chasing t, it was as if it was a dream. time and time again i doubted myself. u guys were e ones dat pushed mi. rmb dat nite? if left alone, i reali wouldnt haf gave her the rose. seriously, i've always felt dat any gal wuld be better wif some other more perfect guy, wuld be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n e irony is dat i've always been a perfectionist by nature. quite cool a combination eh? a perfectionist hu does not haf e least bit of confidence in himself. its quite a lethal combination. yeah n 4 those of u hu still dun believe im a perfectionist, those of u at scf mugging wif mi, i tink it was gab, u rmb when i drew some graph or diagram, i cant rmb, n i tink it was u hu remarked dat e curve was quite nice, u noe how i got to dat consistency? cos ever since we were required to draw curves in sec skool, i've always been e slowest dat doing it, as there will invariably be dis imperfection in e curve, making it not look lyk wad a perfect curve shuld be, i'ld then erase e portion n redraw it. the prob is, the consistency of the line, and the darkness of the pencil marking due to the pressure i exert on the pencil will cause the amended part to stand out. often times i'ld then erase the whole thing and redraw it. im juz dis screwed up perfectionist. dats prob y i can nv except myself. n wads worse was mi havin a bad dae todae where i screwed up my paper, but dats another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe, rite now, im not tinkin abt rela, or partying or anything. i reali nd gd grades. i juz wanna go to med skool, graduate, become a doc, n help pple. i tink i'll feel contented dat way. dats e onli thing i can tink of dat'll put my weakness, dis strive for perfection to gd use. den i'll join doctors without borders or some other organization n go arnd juz treating illnesses. i tink dat'll be e best thing. but rite now, im damn scared. im damn scared i wun even make it to med skool. im screwed up, im a perfectionist, yet im lazy, i procrastinate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reali dunno. dis is str frm my thoughts. im sorry if dis is a mess. im a mess rite now. no wonder my chem teacher told mi to straighten out my lyfe b4 i took e exam. e truth is i could not. its too messed up. im juz damn scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna live a lyfe without meaning, a meaningless paper chase, chasing after money or anything. or dying and realizing dat im totally worthless, which is wad i feel now. i cant be worthless, it'll be an utter disappointment, to my parents hu pin their hopes on me. if dey were born in dis time period, i swear dey'll def be veh focused n successful. im damn scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe, all my lyfe, i've felt useless, i dun wanna be dat way, i dun wanna feel dat way anymore. if not, y e hell m i even in existance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7884438894010693511?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7884438894010693511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7884438894010693511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7884438894010693511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7884438894010693511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-really-dont-know.html' title='i really dont know...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-5475754064275810570</id><published>2007-11-08T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:34:14.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets dance</title><content type='html'>after watching 'shall we dance', i've come to a grand conclusion: damn, i miss salsa. alot. i nv realized how long i've gone without it, lyk 11 months without salsa?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-5475754064275810570?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-6981796876220392545</id><published>2007-11-07T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:58:23.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studying econs is crazy</title><content type='html'>studying econs is crazy. the preparation for exams is killing mi. no wonder john maynard keynes said, 'in the long run, we're all dead.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-6981796876220392545?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/6981796876220392545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=6981796876220392545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6981796876220392545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6981796876220392545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/studying-econs-is-crazy.html' title='studying econs is crazy'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-2382110929524029614</id><published>2007-11-07T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:58:12.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact</title><content type='html'>i noe mani b4 mi haf said dis, mani still haf pondered dis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but developmental economics is giving mi a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-2382110929524029614?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/2382110929524029614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=2382110929524029614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2382110929524029614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2382110929524029614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/fact.html' title='Fact'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-2418440836608582033</id><published>2007-11-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:57:58.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact</title><content type='html'>i noe mani b4 mi haf said dis, mani still haf pondered dis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but developmental economics is giving mi a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-2418440836608582033?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/2418440836608582033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=2418440836608582033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2418440836608582033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2418440836608582033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/fact_07.html' title='Fact'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-2590883559399520070</id><published>2007-11-07T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:46:56.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survival</title><content type='html'>im not surviving im not surviving. i even haf exams tmr which is deepavali and is a public holidae. in fact, its my most paper intensive dae (lyk 3 papers?!?). urgh. lyk e bulk of physics. but not 4getting another stressful econs paper in e morn, on e heels of e econs paper todae. am. damn. scared. urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be glad to get past dis wk alive. dis wk where 70% of all my papers in cramped into 5 daes. dis wk where 2 whole subs are finished, maths almost finished wif e exception of a veh short paper next fri, and half of eng(lit) finished. dis is insane. im uttering gibberish. i hate stress. but at least its normal to be stressed, rite? urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-2590883559399520070?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/2590883559399520070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=2590883559399520070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2590883559399520070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2590883559399520070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/survival.html' title='survival'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-8890235745048484885</id><published>2007-11-05T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:37:56.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>yeah, as e title suggests, for those of u hu wanna relax after mugging, or juz want a cheap thrill during dis exam period, try dis utterly lame, retarded, but fun game called &lt;a href="http://www.bored.com/boomshine/index.htm"&gt;boomshine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: it might be time consuming. so dun play it b4 ur maths paper. i noe i did, but yeah, im kinda used to finishing it within 10mins (mean 8 mins, standard deviation 2 mins, go figure), so yepp (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-8890235745048484885?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/8890235745048484885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=8890235745048484885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8890235745048484885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8890235745048484885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-8332691215370105192</id><published>2007-11-05T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:59:27.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wth conversation #2</title><content type='html'>todae when i saw moh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi: hey, its moh!&lt;br /&gt;moh: hello.&lt;br /&gt;moh: u look lyk u've put on weight&lt;br /&gt;mi: -.-"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyk, wth la! plus its frm a person lyk moh hu usuali doesnt poke mi! but yeah, of all e random comments b4 e maths paper. nvm, i must go work out after e exams r over. run in e morning, dota in e afternoon, party e evening away! neways i cant tok abt e paper till 24hrs after e paper as regulated, so i wun tok abt any papers till wayy after e exam period, if im not too lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, my class was crazy as usual when i met up wif dem b4 e paper. chee mun and james were still sporting long hair, yeah, dey din bother to cut (ok mebbe chee mun did, but his is still veh long). yuan ruo surprisingly aso din cut (ok yuan ruo's frm another class, lets juz sae class pple + skool pple), but instead pushed his fringe to e sides, which made him look strikingly similar to junichiro koizumi! we were all teasing him saying 'arigato gozaimas!', or 'baka!'. oh, but e funniest was joel khoo hu took out dis small bottle of chinese medicinal oil and started applying it to his head, cos he claims dat he din slp e whole of last nite due to coffee with sugar. lyk wth, which idiot drinks coffee and expects to slp? ok, mi, i did it once too during my end of yrs last yr n din slp till 430am, lyk wth how m i supposed to noe coffee kicks in so late?!?, but yeah, poor guy. still, e medicinal oil was unbearable for some of us such as ian lin hu sat 5 seats behind him and complained abt e smell after e paper. vickiie was high as usual, we tried to poke her by wacking (ok la, not wacking, juz hitting reali lightly) her on her head, cos she complained dat b4 e prelims when mi n dunno hu n zoni wacked her on e head (i merely patted her on e head), she became dumber n screwed up her paper, so yeah, we were tryin dat again todae :P but yeah, she took a jab at mi saying dat even if she does, she'll probably score higher den mi neways. lyk wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, my crazy class. hu noes wad tmr'll bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i'll do a post on my crazy class after e exams, now's not e time to be recollecting too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-8332691215370105192?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/8332691215370105192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=8332691215370105192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8332691215370105192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8332691215370105192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/wth-conversation-2.html' title='wth conversation #2'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-3384962326766681263</id><published>2007-11-05T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:00:54.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conversation</title><content type='html'>lalala, maths paper soon... )= but neways, b4 i leave 4 skool, 4 e benefit of e A lvl pple hu've juz finished their chem papers n nd a lill cheering up, here's a conversation dat ocurred dis morning btw ian the brilliant and moi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana                                            : good morning bunny&lt;br /&gt;josh   math killed the dinosaurs   it starts soon : hahaha&lt;br /&gt;josh   math killed the dinosaurs   it starts soon : morning ian&lt;br /&gt;Banana                                            : loll 2pm right&lt;br /&gt;josh   math killed the dinosaurs   it starts soon : yeah, if not mi n hao wun be online&lt;br /&gt;Banana                                            : loll&lt;br /&gt;Banana                                            : maybe you're all ponning math             together with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Banana is ian, im josh, lyk, yeah, u get e pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth lol?!? he's brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-3384962326766681263?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/3384962326766681263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=3384962326766681263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3384962326766681263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3384962326766681263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/conversation.html' title='conversation'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-8327175238939274284</id><published>2007-11-03T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:36:57.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>novel theory</title><content type='html'>after mugging so much dis past wk (and consequently killing so mani trees worth of fullscap and wasting so much ink), i've come to dis groundbreaking discovery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math killed the dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-8327175238939274284?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/8327175238939274284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=8327175238939274284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8327175238939274284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8327175238939274284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/novel-theory.html' title='novel theory'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7305290461449187220</id><published>2007-11-02T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T01:54:03.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaarrruuugggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>e exams haf finally gotten to mi. wif 3 daes left b4 i hop on dis rollercoaster ride, damn, i havent touched a single page of econs, nor chem. woohoo, dis is gonna be a fun ride. thankfully i've prepared phy more or less, math to a gd deg, and a lill bit of eng (its lit la, juz dat ib calls it eng). feels quite weird, my A lvl frens dun seem stressed out at all when we studied after their papers every afternoon at scf. i'll probably be a wreck during dis period. slp deprived, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, my tots r coming to mi in drips and draps, im so sowie if dis post feels fragmented. lyk one of my lit books 'Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha'. yes, dats e actual title. though it wun be funnie if i haf ta use it outta e 3 set texts i haf for my final paper. i havent even read dat book frm cover to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im emo-ing/complaining/whining. sowie )=  but yeah, im kinda in panic mode rite now lyk everyone hu woke up todae, or rather ytd, and realized dey had onli 4 daes left to their ib exams! n some of dem start e next dae. omg. damn. u noe wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS 2 MORE WEEKS TO DOTA!!! WOOHOOOOOOO!!!!! and freedom. and of course, burning my beloved maths textbooks and notes in e big bonfire my class will create during e class party. or at least dats wad most of us r plannig to do. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. sowie if i couldnt lift e mood for all u exam pple )= mebbe i'll post sth happier when i wake up (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7305290461449187220?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7305290461449187220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7305290461449187220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7305290461449187220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7305290461449187220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/11/aaaarrruuugggghhhh.html' title='aaaarrruuugggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4782039201229373225</id><published>2007-10-26T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:42:52.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so sowie</title><content type='html'>u noe, dey sae dat whenever u sneeze, it means someone's tinking abt u...           ...oh man, i hope u dun haf a flu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4782039201229373225?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4782039201229373225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4782039201229373225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4782039201229373225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4782039201229373225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-so-sowie.html' title='im so sowie'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7400025780748580716</id><published>2007-10-23T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:19:59.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sowie )=</title><content type='html'>okie, sowie, i reali haf no energy or time to update. n yes, as u've guessed, i din manage to wake up )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways juz stopping by to sae dis: evan yeo, u lucky bastard. u lucky dog. damnit i wish i had 1/5 ur charm. or luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7400025780748580716?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7400025780748580716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7400025780748580716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7400025780748580716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7400025780748580716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/10/sowie.html' title='sowie )='/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-8106873065133033045</id><published>2007-10-22T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:49:09.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sighz</title><content type='html'>*heaves a heavy sigh of relive* whew! okie, repaired e necessary parts la. u might notice its a lill diff frm e last time, nvm. i'll do it up, mebbe change e blogskin, after my exams. (= urgh, i dun nd dis kinda unecessary stress durin e wks leadin up to my exams. wasted 45 mins on dis blog. thx gdness i found my old blogskin fast. u see, i din haf any baqups of dis blog's html. well now i do. haiz. reali got a big heartattack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n my apologies, to a certain fren of cyril's in dat i've not been blogging, dun worrie, i got ur msg, i'll blog tmr morn first thing in e morn kae? (= (n yes for e rest of u hu snigger when i sae i'll wake up in e morn. i've been known to be up early before. wasnt i awake at 5am e dae u guys said i wun be able to wake up at 8am? :p ok fine, i was up e whole nite, but i tink dat still counts rite? considerin i went to slp for 15 mins at 4am?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-8106873065133033045?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/8106873065133033045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=8106873065133033045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8106873065133033045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8106873065133033045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/10/sighz.html' title='sighz'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-6142781795311890119</id><published>2007-10-22T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:01:05.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>damnit, in an attempt to replace my flooble chatterbox, i accidentally wiped out all e html in front of it. how mi i supposed to noe dat it'll be pasted on top of everything instead of juz e chatterbox?!? urgh... okie, repairing e blog wif cyril's help, everyone juz hang on for e moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-6142781795311890119?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/6142781795311890119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=6142781795311890119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6142781795311890119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6142781795311890119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/10/urgh.html' title='urgh'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-1466646399598299568</id><published>2007-10-22T11:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:11:40.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>as y'all haf noticed, i've added music to my blog!!! k la, i havent updated yet, but i will soon~ i juz haf ta arrange e fotos n tink up sth. haf alotta write, such as e last dae of skool which was a wk ago, or e crazy fri nite where i went out till 530am e next morning, or keegan's send off e next dae. so yepp. neways i've changed e music again, lets go down tempo n jazzy! damn, i love jazz. esp when its by a s'porean artiste in japan. warning, dis music makes u sleepy. i kinda fell asleep listening to it ytd nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-1466646399598299568?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/1466646399598299568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=1466646399598299568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1466646399598299568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1466646399598299568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/10/music.html' title='music'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-1105649107069751233</id><published>2007-10-18T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:01:07.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words of wisdom #2</title><content type='html'>when asked where he sees himself in 10 yr's time, kh saes: 'in 10 years time i'll probably be in prison. for stealing people's hearts.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-1105649107069751233?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/1105649107069751233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=1105649107069751233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1105649107069751233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1105649107069751233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/10/words-of-wisdom-2.html' title='words of wisdom #2'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-949801906335039685</id><published>2007-10-18T12:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:49:27.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>when u're losing to a lower rated player on playchess.com, play on: dat idiot playing against u has dat rating for a good reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-949801906335039685?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/949801906335039685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=949801906335039685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/949801906335039685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/949801906335039685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/10/words-of-wisdom.html' title='words of wisdom'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4111633914218920377</id><published>2007-09-30T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T03:12:42.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>okie guys, im sorrie abt e apparent emo-ness arnd here recently. cant be helped, been following dis reali deep jap drama which has kept mi tinking... n off course guys n gals wif whom i've been debating wif, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. it was nice to haf e 3rd n 2nd last episodes of first kiss uploaded so fast (= its been crawling, an ave of 1.5wks per episode. i guess e guys hu cant understand jap n hence must rely on subbed episodes were too excited to noe e conclusion of dis reali gd drama n pressured e guys into subbing so fast dat e 2nd last episode came out juz 2 daes after e 3rd last episode. oh wells, dat leaves e last episode! )= so sad dat its gonna be over. some of e episodes were reali touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto more serious stuff. urgh. todae had some interesting debates ggin on. firstly, i qned 2 gd frens' treatment n views of their gfs. basically, y were dey always complaining of their gf dis or their gf dat, when, firstly, dey chose to love n care for dem, secondly, dey aso haf their own flaws which their gfs haf to put up wif. i mean, ok la, dey might make ya mad wif some of their flaws, but its onli natural, rite? i mean, dere cant be a perfect fit. i'ld seriously be scared if dere's a gal hu luvs exactly everything i lyk n hates everything i hate. lyfe wuld be boring! n off course, im a hypocrite, i wuld try my best to discourage my gf, if i had one, frm drinking. though it saves water, u're killing ur liver! (e worse thing someone can suffer is being my liver on a sat nite) sighz, i dunno. i mean, dey're alrdy lucky dey found someone hu dey can love n be loved by, c'mon, it isnt dat easy for dese stuff to work out, i tink. i dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c saes gals r overrated. hmmm. i tink mebbe wad he meant was relationships r overrated. dat one i agree, considerin e influence of e media n all e crap, but den again, mebbe relationships, e longing for a life partner, as being sth quite impt in our lives, may veh well be true. i mean, if not, y r dere so mani dramas which toucj pple's heart, abt relationships? im sure u pple haf watched either winter sonata, or sleepless in seattle rite? so den again, mebbe its not overrated afterall. granted, dere r other impt stuff lyk family n frens, which i've not neglected. in fact, i was fortunate enunff to seat down n haf a gd chat wif my sis dis wk abt everything, frm wads happening at skool, to e guys, classroom politics, n her academics. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, hmmm. e 2nd last episode of 'first kiss', or 10th episode rather, kinda dealt wif, among e usual stuff lyk e bro-sis love hate rela, e sis' rela wif e doc, e bro's job probs n passion for photog which e sis treasures alot too, n e bro's messy love life; e episode also dealt wif e concept of happiness. cos yeah, e poor gal in e story was reali reali happie, realized she enjoyed her summer thoroughly, n now finds dat she has everything to lose if e op goes wrong. e deep part was when she was ponderin dis outside e house n one of e guys came baq frm a store wif a bottle of lemonade, which he drinks in front of her, n appears veh contented. she compared happiness to dat bottle, saying dat it'll eventually come to an end. n yeah, e poor gal was juz so veh scared cos she was juz so veh happie. which yeah, e bro den highlighted in his narrative dat dats e characteristic of happiness, once u haf it, u'll be afraid of losing it. its veh true, i mean, u reali haf all to lose. sighz, dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, hmmm, im too tired to elaborate much on dis last pt though i've been carryin dis debate over e past few daes wif a skoolfren, but, i compared e true nice guys to dinos, dat dey're extinct. she went lyk, gd, cos im interested in archeology. LOL. neways we den proceeded to blame each other's gender, species, wadever u wanna call it, 4 causing e extinction of e dinos (dinos as in nice guys, though i tink gals might be e cause for e extinction of e dinos too :P) oh well, i can onli wish for her to find a reali living dino soon. sighz. wished i met dis idealist earlier when i still was one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4111633914218920377?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4111633914218920377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4111633914218920377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4111633914218920377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4111633914218920377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-5146997013780527356</id><published>2007-09-26T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T01:22:08.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPIE MOONCAKE DAE!</title><content type='html'>omg, i noe dis is a few hrs late (its alrdy into e next dae), but, happie mooncake dae everyone! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, renaming e mid autumn festival as e cute 'mooncake dae' was not reali my idea, i kinda coped it frm e gal i had a crush on in sec 3. sighz, she was cute (= neways happie mooncake dae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-5146997013780527356?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/5146997013780527356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=5146997013780527356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5146997013780527356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5146997013780527356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/happie-mooncake-dae.html' title='HAPPIE MOONCAKE DAE!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-3128676258444856391</id><published>2007-09-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:42:21.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last, a happie ending!</title><content type='html'>oh man oh man, proposal daisakusen ended happily, finally, but onli on e last episode. e guy finally mustered up enuff courage to tell e gal, at her wedding, in front of all e guests, dat he loved her those 14 years he was by her side, n dat he still loved her, n dat though e wedding was excruciating for him, he did dis, cos she was still a big part of him n his lyfe n dat he needed her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so touching! he did 'a gabriel' (a gabriel is a rather inside joke among mi n some frens, n refers to a guy revealling to a gal abt his feelings, cos dats wad he did, wif quite unusual and unfortunate results, but dun worrie gab! im still behind ya!), albeit a perfect gabriel. neways e show den continued wif e gal finally realizing dat all e time, e guy actuali loved her, but she was not completely honest wif him and how she felt abt him. seriously, throughout e whole series, she was so hard to get thru to, dat try n try again, (he even proposed to her on e usual trip baq in time in e 8th episode, onli to be told 'u dun understand do u? after 14 years u still dun understand.' )= ) btu yeah, he loved her in e quiet way, doing stuff outta love for her, even crazily trying for an impossible homerun juz to change e past where she was crying after e baseball match cos dey lost. after such lengths, e gal still din geddit, n e guy finally had ta do a 'one shot reversal' an entire homerun at e wedding to win e game. n he did, she finally realized n went after him. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess one thing i've learnt frm e show is to always be true to ur own feelings. no matter wad. no matter how much courage u nd to haf, or how screwed up stuff will be if u get rejected, u juz haf ta persevere. dats wad i've aso learnt frm e pple arnd mi, e frens i've known hu juz go n put their heart out in e open, most of whom got their hearts crushed, stomped on, thrown baq into their face, broken, told their frens whom (rather its juz mi) childed dem for being so crazy. damnit, im sorrie. but yeah, u guys will always be my role models (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe, some pple haf told mi dat im reali fake. e reason is, if u wear ur heart on ur sleeve, if u put ur heart in e open, dere'll be pple who, without tinking, will juz reach out n hit it, stab it, crush it, break it. n it hurts when dat happens. it reali does. its e heart for crying out loud, not a toy or anything. i guess im too scared, even to e pt of a coward. but i haf put my heart out sometimes. i've always been perfectly honest n myself wif my gd frens, dat i can sae. even though im a joker in a group, im serious n honest when im alone wif dem. but e crappy thing is, i can nv be perfectly honest wif e person i truly love. i wish i can. its juz, scary. very scary. u'all dat haf exp an inconsiderate person juz shattering ur heart, most of e time unknowingly wif respect to e person hu did it, or sometimes purely out of jest, u noe e feeling. its worse den being in e bottom of e deepest darkest abyss. but its at times lyk dese dat i realize, i've God and frens to pull mi up. not to mention my cute lill sis (= its not so bad. i rmb e time i was veh upset over sth, e jokers whom  im now trying desperately hard to mug wif everydae, dey dragged mi out to dota, though i told dem i din feel lyk it. though dey din reali ask mi abt e prob, dey knew, i had told dem, n yeah, dey juz kept mi company e whole dae. even e couple, hu coulda used e sat 4 better things, dey stuck by. my maths teacher was so wrong, even during exams, ur frens will nv abondon u, nor wuld u abondon dem. we'll all stick tog n work it out, rite? (= juz lyk e 5 frens in proposal daisakusen, whom, though dey missed doing a tradition thingy dey all do tog every new yr, cos one of dem din feel lyk doing, dey all went to find dat one person to celebrate e new yr's wif, cos as dey said 'it doesnt matter where u r, all dat matters is hu u're wif.' (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, im quite blessed (= thus, i wun be so hum nemore. gab, im gonna do e impossible. im gonna do a gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-3128676258444856391?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/3128676258444856391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=3128676258444856391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3128676258444856391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3128676258444856391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-last-happie-ending.html' title='at last, a happie ending!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-6595213961295503954</id><published>2007-09-20T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:15:38.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleahx, even more emo</title><content type='html'>bleahx, after dat watched an episode of proposal daisakusen, tot it wuld cheer mi up cos so far all e episodes haf ended on a happy note. not dis one though )= it was sad. e guy was too hum, din confess his feelings, tried to stop e prof frm confessing his own feelings to e gal, but in e end failed. ah but 2 gd things came outta it. 1, one of his joker frens got attached to e gal after e incident where e guy spurred his fren on to chase after e gal n stop her frm ggin baq to her ex. 2, his other fren finally realized dat e guy could actuali go baq in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-6595213961295503954?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/6595213961295503954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=6595213961295503954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6595213961295503954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6595213961295503954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/bleahx-even-more-emo.html' title='bleahx, even more emo'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7855176389700384160</id><published>2007-09-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:25:24.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bad bro</title><content type='html'>okie i dun wanna tok abt exams for now. sighz, e subbed episode 8 of e drama 'first kiss' was finally posted after 2 wks or so, n my, was it sad. sighz )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda complicated to explain la, but in e end e brother hu tries so hard to protect his sister and keep her happie e last few daes b4 she flies baq to LA for a heart surgery wif a 50% success rate, e bro ends up havin to make a choice btw ruining his sister's happiness or lettin e doc she's dating ruin his future. cos neways, as he heard frm another senior doc hus in charge of e doc e gal's dating, dese relas dun end up well for either party. sighz. so e bro had ta be an idiot n break dem up, resulting in his sister suffering a heartbreak as she took the selfless decision n broke up wif e doc upon hearing dat e doc will ruin his future if he insists on being wif her. ironically, in tryin to take care of his sis during her last daes wif him b4 she goes baq for e surgery, bro ruins his own future by givin up e chance to break into e photographing industry wif a contract at voila, overseas, as dat will mean dat he has to leave his sis behind n head for france 2 wks b4 his sis goes baq to LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, neways e reali sad part is he made his sis cry n cry during e whole episode )= n broke her heart. haiz. poor bloke, he tried his best. sighz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least he's selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly speakin, as an older bro myself, i dun tink i've been dat gd an older bro at all. always being out of e house whenever i get e chance, not even gettin my sis a bdae pressie, come to tink of it, i havent sat down wif her dis yr to tok abt how skool is for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a reali bad bro. unlyk dis guy in e drama, dis yr all i seemed to care abt was for my frens n myself, but nv for my sis hu still cared abt mi. i rmb last time when we were young, i used to look out for her, help her in studies etc, even staying up till late to help her wif her art piece. but i din mind, i kinda enjoyed it. haiz. i guess i reali 4got abt her dis yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a better bro. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7855176389700384160?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7855176389700384160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7855176389700384160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7855176389700384160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7855176389700384160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-failed-my-sis.html' title='a bad bro'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-6828966880964349149</id><published>2007-09-15T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:38:20.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg, i din noe i was dat entertaining</title><content type='html'>was bored, so i checked blog patrol to see how mani visitors i've been gettin dese few daes. not bad, as usual i get a small number of random pple hu find dis place thru google, but yeah, i dun tink dis place is dat google-able yet (= also, kh mentioned in a passing comment dat my blog's, in his own words, 'very emo! esp dese few daes.' so yepp, i decided i shall blog sth different for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking into account e fact dat im quite bored, i followed up on one of e feeders to my blog dat blog patrol returned, n found dat someone had found my blog by accessing it thru a link on a page containing dis old post abt mi. which turned out to be surprisingly entertaining! damn, i nv knew dat stressful episode will turn out to be bloggable material! neways i dun wanna copy n paste it here (i respect intellectual property rites :P) so yepp, i shall instead link it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://burobbi.blogspot.com/2006/09/chronicles-of-jloh-i.html"&gt;http://burobbi.blogspot.com/2006/09/chronicles-of-jloh-i.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chronicles of jloh indeed, lol, it was quite a brave venture, (considerin i cant survive wif less den 50 bucks in my wallet without panicking; of which dis bad mindset i attribute solely to ggin out wif amy too much, dat high maintanance ex-ac gal reali influenced mi :P see la amie!) which on hindsight, is quite funnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-6828966880964349149?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/6828966880964349149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=6828966880964349149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6828966880964349149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6828966880964349149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-i-din-noe-i-was-dat-entertaining.html' title='omg, i din noe i was dat entertaining'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4397888745362838652</id><published>2007-09-13T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:20:21.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more thinking</title><content type='html'>i've been doing more thinking, (yes, after watching more Proposal Daisakusen), is it ok to juz let everything go lyk dat? without even trying once? my 2 gd frens, dey both did  'a gabriel' (simply put: confessed their feelings), n i reali respect dem for dat. hontoni des-ka. i've done it onli once in my lyfe directly to a gal, unfortunately she gave mi an ans on e spur of e moment onli to retract it l8r, but i dun blame her, pple make mistakes, n she did mi a big favour by not letting e small mistake become a big one. if u're reading dis, thanks, reali. n yepp, thanks 4 still being my fren whom i can depend on (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yah, sad to sae, i've been reali hum after dat, din wanna feel dat way lyk i felt e next dae. afterall, to be honest, i was so psyched up dat nite, and as it was e sec 1 end of yrs test, e next morning was lyfe science, n i practically owned e paper. lyk owned, i got 91%, juz 1% shy of e first in lvl. but yeah, e next dae was e higher chi paper n u could guess wad happened :P nah it wasnt as much her fault as my horrible mastery of e chinese language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i juz rmb, yepp i did admit to another gal dat i lyked her. but ah well, nvm la, i was naive again, it was all a misunderstanding. n i dun blame her as well la, she tried, but suffered. my fault. dui bu qi rang ni shou ku )= i tried my best to juz care for her too. but yeah, had to let go in e end. but yeah, e circumstances of e thingy is rather funnie looking baq, dun u tink? i guess i let my despo side get e better of mi at first. but yeah, l8r on, after cts, i sincerely cared for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm la. but haiz, izzit okie to let dis one juz go lyk dat? afterall, i had a chance once, however small it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4397888745362838652?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4397888745362838652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4397888745362838652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4397888745362838652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4397888745362838652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-thinking.html' title='more thinking'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4939722398602090915</id><published>2007-09-12T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:25:07.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some serious tots</title><content type='html'>okie, im baq! yay~ prelims aside, (actuali i've not reali been treating it lyk prelims, instead i've been half mugging for e papers, n half wacking it, lyk a practise paper), along wif all e exam stress n tyco-ness (i saved 5 marks in my chem paper by guessing e  formula of some substance we're supposed to find n working on frm dere, was reali reali lucky, but well, it onli proves dat e qns cant deviate much frm wad i've seen 4 mi to guess it so easily), i've been doing some thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp after starting on dis jap drama (yes, another jap drama... yes, i noe im crazy, esp during prelims, fyi i started watchin it e dae b4 prelims started n now im on e 5th episode :P) called 'proposal daisakusen'. its reali interesting, n toks abt how dis guy attends his childhood fren's wedding, onli to be filled wif immense regret during e process, cos he loves her. alot. n yepp, as it turns out, dere's some fairy in e church where e wedding's held hu allows him to go baq in time to juz b4 e fotos on e sildeshow presentation were taken, in order for him to somehow suay her heart. its reali touching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp at e start of epi 1, where e fairy quoted frm oscar wilde: A woman desires to be a man's first lover, but a man desires to be a woman's final lover. i found dis quote  reali deep, cos its quite true, men by nature often do not noe wad dey want, n onli find out l8r, most of e time too late, for them to achieve happiness. sighz. so though a man desires to be a woman's final lover, dey usuali find out which woman dat is, n onli when its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, but, okie, i've been tinkin of dis dilemma for a long time. cos everytime when i lyk dis gal, n in e end find out she lyks somebody else or even gets attached to dat somebody, i immediately give up, n find someone else l8r. but some pple view it as sorta insincerity. okie, e thing is, my way of tinking is, if she's happie wif e guy, as long as she's happie wif e guy, dats all dat matters, isnt it? i mean, dude, im sure u noe how a gal's smile can warm a cold rainy dae better den a 100 watt heater, rite? plus e fact dat e guy can give her happiness, y wuld somebody wanna spoil it? okie, unless u tink u can give her more happiness den e guy, which i highly doubt i can. i mean, dude, i haf my faults, i noe my faults, i dunno e guy's faults, but e fact dat e gal wuld overlook dem means dat he probably is gd at heart, rite? he's a gd guy. so yepp, i dunno. i guess my whole life i grew up feeling a lill unworthy. mebbe more. i nv said dis or admitted dis b4, but i felt dat way when i went out wif &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, even as frens. i kept tinkin dat e pple on e street wuld be tinking: my, wads a great gal lyk &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dis&lt;/span&gt; doing wif a guy lyk &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;? or sth. but still, i'll nv 4get e 1st time we walked down orchard road n juz started chatting after e usual awkwardness was dissipated, cos for once, juz for once, i got to be myself. i tink it was arnd e borders area, where we were visiting her old job exp place. dat will be a memory, a feeling i'll always cherish. esp her smile when i told her a joke, or was so awed by e fact dat she could run in heels, which she demo-ed, running across a junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok baq to e argument. okie some gals might criticize mi saying y m i so insincere, n dat if i reali lyked e gal, to go all e way for her. dey might aso sae gals wuld onli date guys hu're reali serious abt dem n wun give up so easily. but e fact is, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, i dunno wad to sae. i guess e fact is, n im not trying to be noble or anything, she's happy. i guess dats abt it. isnt it? dere's no pt changing it. in e drama in epi 3, he coulda ended e wedding when he went baq in one of e fotos by juz totali ruining e other guy's life n e gal's impression of him, as it was revealed, it was in fact him dat changed her n e whole high skool's class' opinion of e groom, n him dat brought e gal n e groom together. but he din do it. a gal's happiness, is a choice for her to make, dere's no way u can force it. u can onli try to give her dat happiness, but after she's made dat choice, u cant do anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. i've nv fought for anything, not in chess, not in fencing. dats probably e reason y i onli won 1 individual tournament in chess, my whole lyfe. ironically dat turned out to be one of e hardest tournaments to win, wif onli jason goh and evan yeo not playing in it, but dere was some tough competition frm e lyks of wei long, gabriel, kia hua, joash ee, etc. but i nv reali fought for e win. i even won e last round, n e whole tourney, wif a draw. so, does fighting for sth, make one worthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie fine, i did try, a lill. n yes, mi givin e rose was more outta sincerity n probably a touch of naiveness den anything to do wif bragging rites or stuff afterwards. i dunno. i've always lyked roses. learnt to draw dem in sec 2 myself for an art piece i was working on (we had to work on a art piece throughout e yr and wer graded on it, lyk actual grades lehz). even painted a pic of one in sec 3. i feel e rose, more den any flower, is not an expression of intense passion, or beauty, but hope n sincerity. b4 i knew her, i nv hoped for much, nv wanted to be a better person. but, when i got to noe her, i hoped, i dreamed, n i wanted to change. alas, e change was too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, for now, i'll try to iron out my own faults, den i'll start out again. e faults r juz too glaring. esp reali recently, after seeing a reali gd fren of mine's long and strong rela crash due to his faults, and all i could do was stand n watch. it is a horrible feeling, watching ur fren exp heartbreak, but not being able to comfort him, as it was his fault, how do u comfort one when it is his fault? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i become a better person, i'll start again. n i'll be e best bf ever. hontoni sugoii des-io!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4939722398602090915?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4939722398602090915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4939722398602090915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4939722398602090915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4939722398602090915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-impt-tots.html' title='some serious tots'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-3610133938025221003</id><published>2007-09-11T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:32:28.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finished! but not b4 more tots abt phy:</title><content type='html'>random tot i posted to some frens still online for some lighthearted cheer during dis prelim exams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if chiobus were electrons, guys will be more positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gab den came up wif his own version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if e physics paper was a chiobu, den our marks will be more positive too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-3610133938025221003?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/3610133938025221003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=3610133938025221003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3610133938025221003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3610133938025221003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/finished-but-not-b4-more-tots-abt-phy.html' title='finished! but not b4 more tots abt phy:'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7189436361286867397</id><published>2007-09-11T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:14:18.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after more mugging of physics:</title><content type='html'>i noe dis is an old joke, but hey, at least i used e isotopes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deuterium and tritium were walking down e street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deuterium: i tink i lost an electron.&lt;br /&gt;tritium: are u sure?&lt;br /&gt;deuterium: i'm positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish    now noes dat volts = kg m^2 s^(-3) A^(-1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7189436361286867397?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7189436361286867397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7189436361286867397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7189436361286867397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7189436361286867397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-more-mugging-of-physics.html' title='after more mugging of physics:'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-2775831859417857010</id><published>2007-09-10T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:47:58.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sign dat one has too much physics</title><content type='html'>i wish my brain was a Carnot engine...        ...den it'll be 100% effective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, cos im so HOT, i'll be able to do a freakin lotta work! yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;br /&gt;is cracking soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-2775831859417857010?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-8567647061826574928</id><published>2007-09-09T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:48:55.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song!</title><content type='html'>oh yeah, i 4got to add, dis damn gd song dat i cant resist, must put up on e blog. okie, its a yr old or so, but still, its great, n reali cheers u up! by e great band F.I.R. too! here it is, 'Get High':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWkO7Eg2oCM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWkO7Eg2oCM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it cheers u guys up!&lt;br /&gt;despite exams, lets get high! woohoo! life's reali too short la, wads impt is to do e stuff u luv, rite? carpe diem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-8567647061826574928?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/8567647061826574928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=8567647061826574928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8567647061826574928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8567647061826574928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/song.html' title='song!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-6607471109616966284</id><published>2007-09-09T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:46:33.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hols</title><content type='html'>ahh, it feels gd to be blogging again! im sowie i din update, i kept saying i'll do it tmr morning, but u noe hols, its almost impossible to wake up, n when i do, its so late i haf ta rush to go mug mug mug wif e usual pple. ok so wad was i doing during e hols? well, its more lyk wad i HAD to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete cas file, which is up till now, still uncompleted (ok, i will make sure i complete it after prelims)&lt;br /&gt;get my rusty chess mind cranking again n prep for e tourney on thurs&lt;br /&gt;prac lyk mad n make sure i rmb all e scales and get my 2nd exam piece to work somehow for my piano exam on wed.&lt;br /&gt;MUG FOR E FREAKIN PRELIMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i manage to do it? well, satisfactory la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano exam was scary, made it through lots and LOTS of prayer, thx aso to e mugging gang 4 ur support! n amie as well 4 dat sms, yeah u're rite, at least when im playing e piano im doing sth i actuali reali love. i guess exams kinda make u 4get it eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chess tourney. we lost e title to rj. sadly. it was a closely fought round. no thx to mi losing a roughly drawn position to tim wee, but yeah, i had fun (= was bitter sweet, it being e last time i'll be able to play for e skool. im too old liao. too old to participate in almost any tourney, n too lousy to qualify for e men's squad which is full of imba pple. so yepp )= but all e same (= was quite nice to hear leong toking again. i tot i'll nv sae dat, but, i kinda missed hearing dat guy croak on stage. esp when he made dis funnie speech n when tokin abt an impt issue concerning e fate of e chess world in sg, said 'it was e saddest day of my life...' lyk, OMG, LOL! everyone couldnt contain their laughter even though it was quite a serious matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, it was bitter sweet. n i won my last ever game in e interschools tourney. well, it was as some might sae an undeserved win, cos my opponent actuali played well n got into a drawn queens ending, but he suddenly resigned, stating reason dat he had half a min left compared to my 15 mins. yepp, i was planning to play for his time n cheapo him of his queen lyk wad i did to xh. i guess it wasnt so undeserved afterall, considerin sth abt mi musta scared him to give up e fight so fast :P mebbe it was my experience, or my rept for being quite a fast (and cheap) lightning player :P kidding. but hey, im gd at lightning ok? (fyi for those hu dun play chess, lightning games are games wif 1 min per side for all ur moves. yes, ALL ur moves. it might seem short, but trust mi, we can play reali fast (=   )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay~ chess gone liao. but those daes mugging at e s'pore chess federation (scf) @ bishan cc was anything but boring. trust mi, putting chess players in a room full of chess boards and clocks and asking dem to mug is a big mistake. esp when dere's 4 players, juz enuff for transfer chess! damn fun lor! again for u non-chessies, transfer's where u're in teams of 2 or more, n u n ur teammates play opposite colours. when ur teammate captures a piece, he or she passes it to u n u can put it anywhere on ur board in place of ur move (or at a cost of a turn, whichever way u lyk to phrase it). its damn fun, was banned by e chess fed for all national junior squad players when i was still in e squad (boy, dats a loooonnnnnnnnnggggggg time baq, lyk sec 3, 4?) but heck we still played it, n even held transfer chess tourneys (mi n gab/gay-briel were e ultimate team!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie piano exam was okie, muffed some stuff, screwed up sight singing, lyk totali, e last note was a B (e one below middle C) but i ended up singing a high D for some weird reason n e examiner was waiting for mi to sing e note but i juz stared at her. damn im so blur. screwed up e 2nd piece as expected too. but i hope i made up enuff in e 3rd piece which was almost perfect in my opinion. enjoyed playing it. totali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. neways it was great mugging/playin wif u guys. jason goh couldnt haf put it better, stating dat he was proud of e team. im proud of everyone too, n its a real honour to haf played in a team wif so mani big shots in chess past n present n to haf known dem. ever since i started chess, was quite fortunate to haf known e members of e 'ong wei chian/leung weiwen gang, den l8r more pple, nic wee, val phua, shuting, mark wong (whom i beat in sec 4 in e teams tourney, A div lehz! woohoo, n i was capt somemore!), kia hua, gab, sean tan whom i knew since i was a kid (same church mah), choon keat (somewhere lost in germany, but made it baq to s'pore somehow), jasong, evan, cyril, wy, angie (mom!), amie (other mom!), tim wee n gf, xh and bf, e national womens (rather under 16 at dat time) team, (oh yeah i won ailin in my one n onli game wif her, i tink she was quite pissed, plus she was higher rated den mi at dat time lehz!), aiyah, lots of pple! (sowie if u're not mentioned here, too lazy to type, nah kidding, but reali dun worrie, im sure i rmb u, but too tired to type la har? n neways i tink e readers will be too sian to read all e names as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighz, tired, abit scared of prelims. so much passed so quickly i dun even haf time to catch my breath! urgh. nvm, PRELIMS! SUGOII DES! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh n a happie bdae to my sister hu turned 17 as of 9.9.2007 yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, though all dis happened, during all dese, i missed u. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, all e best for prelims everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-6607471109616966284?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/6607471109616966284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=6607471109616966284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6607471109616966284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6607471109616966284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/09/hols.html' title='the hols'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7161650670867300055</id><published>2007-08-29T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:58:51.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the class, as usual</title><content type='html'>use the knowledge of chem, and add an xtra large dose of flawed logic. here is wad u get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while discussing chloroalkanes and wad happens when dey get high up in e atmosphere (yes, wtf did dat come out in e organic chem section of e paper of may 2006?!?), dis short conversation took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish: so wad if u replace e whole ozone layer wif CFCs and chlorine, since dey absorb UV radiation as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of e Class: o.O''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hao: well, it wuld be quite cool wad, e earth will look yellow (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. and i tot 'save water, drink alcohol!' was bad. lets replace e ozone layer wif CFCs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7161650670867300055?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7161650670867300055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7161650670867300055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7161650670867300055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7161650670867300055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/08/class-as-usual.html' title='the class, as usual'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7175338014045423582</id><published>2007-08-29T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:11:59.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGGG, another jdrama!!!</title><content type='html'>yepp, juz finished watching another GREAT!!! jap drama! woohoo! same lead as ace wo nerae, she's absolutely KAWAIII!!! but neways, e storyline's juz so hilarious! (damn, y m i doing dis so near prelims?!?) but nvm, woohoo! neways, i nd more recommendations on jdramas to watch, so if u haf any, plz tell mi! onegaishimas! (oh btw, on e list of must watch jdramas 2 posts baq i 4got to add 'densha otoko')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and abt todae... CYRIL CHUA! i tot i wun haf ta mention ur name on my blog for sometime. but yeah, U'RE SO DEAD. LYK DEAD. IM SO GONNA KILL U UNTIL U DIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! WTH LA! CALL MI N NV TELL MI IM ON LOUDSPEAKER! WTF WERE U TINKING?!? IM SO GONNA SCREW U, IN A BAD WAY (YES, SOME PPLE ENJOY SCREWING, BUT I'LL MAKE SURE DIS IS REALI BAD...), E NEXT TIME I SEE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghhhhh todae i've juz one word: I-TAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (translated:'OWIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! )=')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7175338014045423582?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7175338014045423582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7175338014045423582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7175338014045423582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7175338014045423582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/08/omggg-another-jdrama.html' title='OMGGG, another jdrama!!!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-935276096852320376</id><published>2007-08-23T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:59:26.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo sweet</title><content type='html'>eek, todae's supposed to be a bright n cheery post, but it was marred by e rain! )= feeling so emo. urgh. but nice lill sweet stuff did happen, so i tot, hmmm, since dere's such a phrase 'bitter sweet', y not 'emo sweet'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, neways got baq to skool, everyone wondered where i had been. some tot i was daring enuff to pon skool for 2 daes str, but yeah, i was genuinely sick la, so i juz flashed my mc n asked if dey wanted e kind pple loving flu virus so dey can take 2 daes off skool as well. nah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funnie thing no. 1: at e start of e dae, ip (full name: ronald ip, long suffering class chairman) started handing out lill pieces of paper n told us to write stuff for teachers' dae. everyone was lyk, wad? wad r we supposed to do? i dunno, i guess mornings juz make ur brain malfunction while processing the simplest information. but yeah, somehow shawna managed to write 'Happy Teacher's Day! (:' on her piece of paper in deep shade of psychedelic pink, which ip den took to e front, held up, n said 'nah, if u'all dunno wad to do, juz follow dis example n copy.' LOL. feels lyk us rushing an assignment or a report, or 'bit torrenting' some worksheet which our teacher said we must complete if he was to let us off early (bit torrent, u noe, u dl sth by getting lill pieces of info frm many diff users so its veh fast? go figure :P). but yeahh, LOL. looks lyk students reali nv change. plus e funnie thing was choo yang copied exactly e same words 'Happy Teacher's Day' on his paper. ip was lyk, 'wah lao, dun copy wholesale la!' wth, it reali feels lyk we're doin a graded assignment. so choo yang in his whole ingenuity, instead of ending wif a smiley, added exclamation marks at e end of e phrase on his paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt lyk doing sth a lill more creative, so i wrote 'Happy Teacher's Day! (and haf a GREAT TIME marking our IAs!)'. but no one could beat hao yi's message which goes 'Thank you for awarding mi full marks for my IOC, IAs, and world lit, i fully appreciate your anticipated generosity.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brilliant. just brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funnie thing no. 2: nth much, was durin e xtra long 3 hr break. did nth much, but yepp, nic wee smsed mi askin mi to remind ian lin abt her job application thingy. n when i showed ian e msg n asked him wad do i reply her, he went 'OH SHIT! oh, ok, erm, tell her, tell her by todae. tell her dat my hp has no battery.' so i went ahead n smsed her 'Ian lin saes 'OH SHIT!' and saes 'Tell her by today. Tell her dat ian lin's hp has no battery'. off course, i took e liberty of showing him e msg i sent to her after i sent it to her, n yepp, i reali enjoyed his reaction :P but it was quite minor la. aso, i burnt my break chionging my chem prac instead of ggin wif most of my class to play bball )= l8r on as i was complaining to ip hu aso hasnt done e prac, he was lyk, u can hand up tmr wad. i was lyk, tmr? he said he wanted it by todae. but ip was lyk, he will collect tmr one. i went 'wah lao, waste my time, i coulda played bball la!' n ip was lyk 'looks lyk ur priorities r wrong.'  -__-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, e usual la. aside frm dat, dere was aso e incident where we tried to strip chee mun to ascertain whether he was wearing sponge bob square pants boxers. or at least e others were, while some of us wif our camera fones we video-ing away. mark was e best, stating veh innocently 'but, but i only wanted to see sponge bob'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. it rained! )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i reali miss dat cute gal, she's sweet (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-935276096852320376?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/935276096852320376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=935276096852320376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/935276096852320376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/935276096852320376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/08/emo-sweet.html' title='emo sweet'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4996118712955234856</id><published>2007-08-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T00:27:23.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>lately, alotta stuff's been happening. n dere's alot to be said abt alot, but im juz too lazy to type all e stuff out, so i'll juz type wadever i feel lyk typing. dats wad a blog's for, rite? XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, i've fallin sick again. n its e same thingy as e last time. wadever virus or bacteria dats gotten hold of my body sure loves mi, to e pt of givin mi such a big headache everytime i wake up dat i juz cant get outta bed, and consequently to skool (= im startin to lyk dis sickness. but yeah, e meds im given, its a strong painkiller, but for some reason i can still feel my head aching, it feels reali heavy, lyk e last time i had a hangover (ok, too much skeletons in e closet, i noe, but wad can i compare it to?) n e weird thing is, e last time i had such painkillers, my fren served a vball (volleyball) straight to e baq of my head (accidentally la), n i din feel any pain at all! lol. but yeah, my head feels lyk a 12 pound bolling ball. boll mi over. strike! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie im crappin lyk a druggie. in other news... i took e opportunity of dis mini holidae in my drug induced state to watch e jap drama Ace Wo Nerae (translated: aim for the ace!). its a reali gd jap drama, abt dis young skoolgal hu idolized dis reali gd tennis player in her skool, n yeah, a coach saw her n trained her frm scratch into a world class player. cos stuff wasnt dat easy in between, but yeah, wow, its KEWL! oh n did i mention, e gals' juz so KAWAII!!!!!!!!!!!! but yeah, its a reali great drama, left mi deeply moved. i dunno, its juz jap dramas i guess, dey make ya believe in ur dreams, somehow. but yeah, dreams do come true, rite? dere is a land dats wonderful n, as angie my 'mom' wuld sae has pink fluffy clouds made of marshmellows &amp; cotton candy dat you can eat! though i wuldnt wanna tink wad wuld happen if a plane dared to venture into e clouds dere. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap, i haf tuition, takin a break, will cont blogging after tuition. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baq frm tuition. ok, where was i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yepp, jap dramas! if ya haf time, aso check out taiyou no uta, a movie, quite nice, somewhat similar to a walk to remember, but it has its own twists and turns. also worth checking out is kurosagi!!! and nobuta wo produce!!! u might notice some familiar faces here n dere as e actors &amp; actresses r usuali roughly e same la. but yepp, love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, i rmb dere was 1 more thing i wanted to sae, but i 4got. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, e headache's somehow gettin to mi despite e painkillers &amp; drowsy meds. urgh, im seriously turning into a druggie. bleahx. skoolwork's as usual, crazy. lalala. n prelims arnd e corner. was tokin to silly gal, a fren of mine hu was reali worried abt her applications. i guess gals haf it harder, havin to apply so early, while e guys haf ns to tink abt stuff (= oh n rng was cursing lse to e ground cos dey din consider ki a subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i tink dats it, will blog when i tink of more stuff to (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but b4 i go, 'passerby', i noe hu u r... mwahahaha! *evil laugh* :P &lt;br /&gt;btw how did u find dis blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4996118712955234856?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4996118712955234856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4996118712955234856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4996118712955234856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4996118712955234856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/08/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4374693213042356008</id><published>2007-08-12T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:03:25.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weather</title><content type='html'>ok 4get abt e 'im not posting nemore' part. i luv to write, n it'll be stupid to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raining... it feels so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4374693213042356008?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4374693213042356008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4374693213042356008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4374693213042356008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4374693213042356008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/08/weather.html' title='the weather'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-5213197462649404142</id><published>2007-08-10T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:37:25.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobuta wo produce</title><content type='html'>go watch e jap drama in e title of e post. its good for students coping wif e social stress in skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fake, an escapist hu seeks pleasure, but nv finds it in nething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz, nv seem to feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wun blog again, till i find myself. it will take time, im almost 100% fake its hard to find my self again. but i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for post number 100. its been nice having u readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-5213197462649404142?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/5213197462649404142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=5213197462649404142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5213197462649404142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5213197462649404142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/08/nobuta-wo-produce.html' title='nobuta wo produce'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7135352692598415382</id><published>2007-08-04T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:46:05.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i noe wad i wanna do</title><content type='html'>after wks of intensive reveision 4 chem, we finally had our break one fine chem period. its not dat e teacher, bill has stopped revising, he did give us alotta stuff to do (e chem pracs on fri were killer! yes, i had 2 instead of 1 owing to e fact dat i procrastinated on e previous one :P), but dis one lesson somewhere near e end of e wk, he juz asked each n every one of us wad we wanted to do after we graduated n all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, personally, i haf no clue wad i wanna do. when i was a lill kid, i often wuld fall sick (yes, a weak constitution, coupled wif e fact dat im accident-prone makes a reali lethal concoction. its quite amazing my parents haf so lill white hair!). so yepp, dat means mani trips to e pediatrician. n i mean MANI MANI trips. bleahx. n 4 some weird reason i tot it wuld be fun to be a doc (= ahhh, e naiveness &amp; innocence of a kid. wish i had dat, though at dis age, most of my tots when i was a kid (lyk building myself a rocket so dat i can go exploring e moon! off course if i succeeded, i'ld haf died of lack of oxygen )=  ), will at dis age be considered juz wishful thinking. crappy how age screws us over, limits our dreams. dude, it totali kills us. mi wonders y the hell was i so eager to grow up. wth man, when i was still a kid, no extended essays, no practical reports, no individual oral commentaries, no... yeah, u get e idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im digressing. ok, so yepp, naturally my first ambition wuld be to be a doc. my dad, lol, he's a great dad, even bought mi a toy doc's kit wif dese stuff a doc wuld use, but all made of plastic. it was quite fun. i rmb my parents even let mi bring e stuff wif mi to e doc once for a regular checkup. n i rmb e doc even let mi use my toy stethoscope on him to listen to his heartbeat. was quite funnie. oh n i loved it when my doc checked my knee-jerk reflex reaction, u noe, e one where he hits ur knee or somewhere dere, wif a small hammer, n ur lower leg juz automatically kicks. yepp (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next ambition, oh i rmb dis clearly, was to be a surgeon. wth. i guess i din noe how gruesome it actuali is to be cutting pple up. off course surgeons will eventually sew dem baq tog. oh yepp, n off course i was first inspired to be dat by another incident. okie, i haf dis small 'double' nail in my ring finger on my left hand. its juz, well, another nail i tink, n its reali small, onli grows on e left side of my finger, juz under my nail. so yepp, my finger looks lyk any other finger, it juz has another small nail under e big nail, if u look at it frm e front view. oh yeah, it hurts when i cut e other nail. which makes cutting nails a painful, teary job. urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents sent mi for an op to haf e nail removed. i duno how, i guess e surgeon will try n remove e nail n its roots or wadever. e guy doin e op, a gd church fren n fren of e family's is a reali reali gd surgeon. he did several ops on my late paternal grandma hu had a long medical history of probs. unfortunately, cancer did her in eventually wif a relapse )= so yepp, i nv got to noe her, she passed when i was 4. off course at dat time, i dunno wad was death, my mom juz told mi n my sis she's 'sleeping' n we were lyk, y wun she wake up? i guess dat innocent qn musta been quite painful, thx God i din ask my dad or it will be worse, but yeah, my mom maintained her composure, for fear of scaring us, n juz repeated she's asleep n told us not to disturb her. sighz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok neways, yepp when i was lyk, 6 or 7, i wanted to be a surgeon! woohoo! i rmbed e minor op i had for e double nail. was quite interesting, was a lill scared when pre op, e doc told mi he was gonna cut my finger open. i was lyk, nooooo! dun cut mi open! its gonna hurt! but juz dun cut mi open! okie nvm. lol. was quite fun. a lill, scared, but din cry or nething. so yepp, was wheeled into e operating theatre (wonder y its called theatre? watching pple get cut up isnt dat gd a show, is it?) n off course, dere were e trade mark bright lights above my head. den e nurse told mi to cough, i did, n felt a sharp pain in my right hand. dey had put in e drip. den sth was clipped onto one of my fingers, to measure my heart rate. finally e mask, which for some weird reason i was quite afraid of, was put over my mouth n e nurse asked mi to count backwards from 10, stating dat it was nice smelling, lyk strawberries n i wuld quickly fall asleep. so i went, 10, 9, r u sure dis will work? n e nurse was quite patient, she went, dun worrie, cont counting. so i went 8, 7, 6, 5, HOW COME IM NOT FEELING SLEEPY YET? lol. i was terrified of e tot dat i'll be awake to see dem cut my poor finger open. and feel it too. but yepp, she went, c'mon, okie imagine u're in a nice party, describe it or sth. sth liddat, she wanted mi to tell her some story or sth. which i did. n i quickly fell asleep. when i woke up, i was known as e brave boy hu told e surgeon n e nurses stories in e op theatre. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yepp, dats it. except 4 one not so minor detail. e double nail regrew, my parents forced mi to go for another op. was braver den, even felt it kinda fun (=  but neways, guess wad? e double nail regrew AGAIN. URGH. i hope nv to be in an operating theatre again. unless im e surgeon off course (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yepp, im a lill scared of needles, n blood. but being a surgeon could still be an option (= n off course dere's other stuff lyk soldier (no, please, no), astronaut, pilot (rite, dats for fish, my classmate to be), scientist (albeit a mad one), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. wanted to go into nanotech engineering or chemical engineering &amp; material sci, but, wif e maths involved, i dun tink so. well, mebbe, see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie baq to e story. so when i told bill i had no idea, he said, u arh, hmmm, u'ld be a gd pediatrician, cos i tink u'll be reali gd wif kids. dats quite a gd idea. which off course reminded mi of e trips to e pediatrician in e past n all. wad memories (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case y'all r wonderin wad e heck a pediatrician is, its a doc hu cares for children instead of adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, dats abt it. time to play paintball (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish (aspiring pediatrician)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7135352692598415382?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7135352692598415382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7135352692598415382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7135352692598415382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7135352692598415382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-noe-wad-i-wanna-do.html' title='i noe wad i wanna do'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4064208361816552119</id><published>2007-07-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:03:25.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-OH</title><content type='html'>i noe i've been reali lazy, not blogging for so long. reali reali lazy. even to e pt of pushing skool work to e last min dat now i've 3 big deadlines on fri n i doubt even being able to make 2. despite dis, i do haf sth big to blog abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im givin up alcohol (= or at least cutting down on it. lalala. sry to e guys hu i go out drinkin wif. mebbe next time after e big exams n all when i reali needa go under. but yeahh, im giving up alcohol. for e sake of a gal. to dis news, alrdy e adverse reactions haf poured in 'girls! fucked up girls!' n e sort. yeahh... dis is prob as big as mi learnin how to play e guitar for e sake of a gal. stupid rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4064208361816552119?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4064208361816552119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4064208361816552119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4064208361816552119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4064208361816552119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/07/r-oh.html' title='R-OH'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-6355975815270543473</id><published>2007-07-18T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:46:06.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(=</title><content type='html'>cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-6355975815270543473?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/6355975815270543473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=6355975815270543473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6355975815270543473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6355975815270543473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='(='/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4045791915851256336</id><published>2007-07-17T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:59:09.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lemonade</title><content type='html'>love e lyrics, love e tune, love e song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WzqR9vP8Sc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WzqR9vP8Sc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry abt e spate of youtube linked posts, but yah, too lazy to reali blog abt stuff. lotsa crazy stuff still happenin. lyk e fact dat i passed eng paper 2 which over 70% of e eng SL students failed. LOL. plus e fact dat on dat dae, cos i was mugging e set texts e nite b4 so much, i slept veh lill n ended up stoning for 1 hr of a 1hr 30min paper. n 4 some weird reason i kept tinking e paper was 2 hrs. so yeah, i was writing leisurely for 15mins, and when e examiner announced i had 15mins left, i panicked n started rushin e rest of my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can sae is wow. n i love lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4045791915851256336?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4045791915851256336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4045791915851256336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4045791915851256336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4045791915851256336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/07/lemonade.html' title='lemonade'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-8519743997511478948</id><published>2007-07-10T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:55:22.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new artiste</title><content type='html'>esmee denters! frm e netherlands. dis new artiste totali OWNS. her voice is so lovely! listen to dis song she wrote by herself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLZcmrdfV9c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLZcmrdfV9c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful rite? ok stop looking at her face, listen to her voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wplBWWL2unY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wplBWWL2unY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YuUP17ttuSA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YuUP17ttuSA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word: wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-8519743997511478948?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/8519743997511478948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=8519743997511478948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8519743997511478948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8519743997511478948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-artiste.html' title='new artiste'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-1774555255882220785</id><published>2007-07-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:43:24.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more youtube finds</title><content type='html'>i'll soon post e funnie vids i haf on my hp, after some censorship n after youtube uploads it. in e meantime, check dis out: KOGEPAN!!! omggg KAWAII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHzC7N7R5-E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHzC7N7R5-E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt dat cute lill emo bread thingy adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a song wif sweet lyrics. its okie la, not exceptionally gd, but nice n sweet (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_MR48S3gdY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_MR48S3gdY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-1774555255882220785?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/1774555255882220785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=1774555255882220785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1774555255882220785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1774555255882220785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-youtube-finds.html' title='more youtube finds'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-5488349851290165115</id><published>2007-07-03T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:30:04.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool slogan</title><content type='html'>in a bid to poke one of my classmates hus 'pro-earth', u noe, one of those green kids, and anti-alcoholism, and cos i gave my entire class e impression i was an alcoholic by acting lyk one, and i STRESS on e word ACT, so yeah, i poked him online tellin him my new slogan 'save the earth, save water...       ...drink alcohol! YEAH!!!'. but actuali dat was derived frm sth else i tot abt which was 'save the cute fishies! drink alcohol, not water!'. i tink its a cool slogan (= abeit frm a veh absurd logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it does make sense rite? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save the cute fishies! dun waste water! drink ALCOHOL! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-5488349851290165115?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/5488349851290165115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=5488349851290165115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5488349851290165115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5488349851290165115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/07/cool-slogan.html' title='cool slogan'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-1019691654861614241</id><published>2007-07-02T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:14:18.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alotta stuff</title><content type='html'>me tinks my blog's gettin a bit too accessible...... oh well,nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, its 1am in e morn, im tried, n yeah, emo as usual. haf ns med checkup soon, lyk, l8r todae. i hate needles, i dread needles, n frm wad i hear, drawing blood, is e worst kinda torture for pple hu hate needles lyk mi. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of dat, i dunno, it juz e amazing attraction of tv, first it was ugly betty, and after dat i wanted to get up n go to my room n start mugging for physics, i had every intention, inclination, to do so, but sth, some weird force stronger den gravitational, electromagnetic, strong or weak or wadever juz kept mi glued to my seat. den after Lost, i wanted to go study, but no, dis interesting show, some show named 'pepper jennis' goes on n its again abt dis person working in some big corporation where events in her lyfe are exaggerated. mhm, u get e pic. but dis episode was quite interesting, n left mi tinking even more. i mean, dude, everyone's been hiding behind facades all dis while, n no one reali wants to admit or show their real emotions cos dat'll onli put demselves in a position of vulnerability. n e onli brave sole to do dat, suceeds less den 10% of e time. urgh. dis world is so screwed up. nowadays, love consists of the quintessentials: chemistry, looks, money, security, social standing. where has e heart gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, e moment u bare ur heart, pple dun tink, dey juz stab u lyk dey stab everyone else hu puts their facades up as shields. and when dey do realize wad dey're stabbing is ur true heart, dey juz 1. dun care, kick ur dying body wif ur stunned look to one side and walk off, or 2. the damage dealt is alrdy too much, e patient cannot be saved, im sorry. n dats lyfe. yes, when u care abt someone, its bound to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeong wei tried to convince mi to juz be myself. im sorry, not on dis planet. e knives may come, even frm behind, but over my heart will be a 5cm thick layer of lead n kevlar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least for now, my studies shuld come first, wif less den 5 mths remaining. heck abt e pain felt under e needle, its nothing compared to all i've been thru. n i sae dis wif e most conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-1019691654861614241?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/1019691654861614241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=1019691654861614241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1019691654861614241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1019691654861614241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/07/alotta-stuff.html' title='alotta stuff'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-397220148746208986</id><published>2007-06-28T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:31:52.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its the attack of the 'romans'!</title><content type='html'>Bildungsroman. Entwicklungsroman. Erziehungsroman. Künstlerroman. yepp, its e attack of e romans. in case u're wondering, dey're all genres or sub genres of fictionous novels. cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahx. exams feel lyk, and have been, anything but exams. kinda feels lyk its still holidays, wif us juz being tested on stuff we've lill or no time to mug for, aka, we dun reali study for. lol. c'mon, i've a classmate hu so far, hasnt mugged for ANYTHING. LYK WTF?!? i noe its suicidal, but dat guy will probably still get a respectable score. i'll update more abt exams, dis one, for some weird reason, is damn interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, lyk, after tellin us e errors in e chem mcq, e teacher hu set e paper told us grimly 'good luck, u'll need it.' WTH LA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, its e set texts tmr for eng. its actuali lit la, e angmohs mixed eng and lit up for some weird reason. n yeah, maths too. im so gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-397220148746208986?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/397220148746208986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=397220148746208986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/397220148746208986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/397220148746208986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-attack-of-romans.html' title='its the attack of the &apos;romans&apos;!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4189020658406440883</id><published>2007-06-25T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:34:41.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams!</title><content type='html'>exams are upon us, whether we lyk it or not )= (replace exams wif 'open war' for e LOTR version). urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz realized im so screwed, cos, though im roughly set for organic chem, my analytical chem is DEAD. bleahx. i juz hope i make it thru, if not it'll be all dat mugging for nth. i better get an A for chem. oh well, at most, if i dunno how to do e qn, i can use e chem paper for another thing: paper chromatography. more generally, partition chromatography, where the stationary state is water adsorbed onto the cellulose fibres of the paper and the mobile phase is the solvent/eluent which is usuali alcohol (ahhh, see, R-OH!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in e meantime, sighz, i dunno, i stayed up till 230am waiting for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; to be free to tok to ytd nite (sat nite-sundae morn), cos she told mi she'll poke mi when she's done wif her fren, but, looks lyk she 4got... &lt;br /&gt;)=&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, did i also mention she now has e impression im an alcoholic? urgh. im so not lor. its juz, e jokers had block leave n were veh bored, n i was very stressed, so we decided to chill, literally, in a room where e temp is sub-zero lyk, -8deg celsius, lyk, WTH A ROOM CAN GET SO COLD?!? I WANT! lol. quite fun la. e prob is e onli way to keep warm, for a short while, was to drink ROH. so yeah, its not my fault. btw, to note, if u're in e sub-zero portion of e bar, plz dun order a frozen margarita, its either damn brave, or damn stupid. lyk, reali, reali stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unimpt. urgh exams!!! lyk, exams!!! n a stupid cas file to be completed as well, urgh. lyfe cant sux more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, im ggin nuts. better go sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4189020658406440883?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4189020658406440883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4189020658406440883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4189020658406440883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4189020658406440883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams.html' title='exams!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4408266541846257666</id><published>2007-06-24T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:24:07.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet songs (=</title><content type='html'>wad else to sae. its alrdy in e title. sweet songs (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4MnYJTM_aU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4MnYJTM_aU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love e lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;here's one wif a sweet mv:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VcuZRgwpq9o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VcuZRgwpq9o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet rite? though i dunno y some idiots went to flag it as inappropriate on youtube. but neways, so sweet rite? here's e making of e mv:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TTmLPgyjIwQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TTmLPgyjIwQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp. n gab still wonders how e song can be stuck in my head. well, naturally, im a veh sweet person :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4408266541846257666?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4408266541846257666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4408266541846257666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4408266541846257666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4408266541846257666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweet-songs.html' title='sweet songs (='/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-1142977400208190789</id><published>2007-06-22T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:56:22.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting conversations</title><content type='html'>want to expand on dis post. it was quite an interesting nite/morning or wadever u wanna callit. had some reali gd conversations which brought up several thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a veh interesting conversation wif choo yang concerning musical genres after he said dat he put any jazz songs in his mp3 which has no vocalists, aka jazz instrumentals under e genre 'classical'. wth. lyk, dude, its jazz, its so much better den classical! neways we den had dis discourse on e countless number of genres dere r n how, esp for rock, if dey cant figure it out, dey juz throw it under e genre 'alternative rock'. lol. though i did argue dat some of his examples fell under indie instead of alt rock. quite interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite at e end, he said he's been listening to artic monkeys n asked mi if i had any of their songs. to which i replied no, n asked 'wad genre r dey?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dont know, y dun u listen to it n figure it out?' as he sent mi e file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i found myself tokin to yeong wei, a classmate, n i finally found out why im at home tokin to him most of e time. no, im not gay. its juz, he's real. most of e skool's fakers and pretenders, pple hu put on facades, but he doesnt, not even in skool. i've to admit, even i put on a facade in skool. seriously. but yepp, i guess i noe y i click wif e frens i haf now so much. dey're all not fakers, dey're veh much demselves, at least when we're all tog. oh well, quite sad. weiyuan in a separate conversation surprisingly brought up e same pt dat his ex skool was full of fakers n r hardly any gd pple. den i brought up e example of keegan, n dats when i realized dat yepp, e pple i mixed wif, dey're all juz real. lyk, take keegan for example: his piano's how zai, lyk, ZAI, until cannot be more zai. but still, he nv ever mentions it, nv ever sings his own praises. always encourages his peers. he's naturally born wif gd looks, but he doesnt flaunt it or use it to get gals, to e pt we've labelled him a joker at times. but yeah, he's real. n so r all u guys (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nd a touch of reality once in awhile. finally found some in skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, last was e fone conversation wif dot b4 all dis. u noe, it made mi tink, y r gals able to sae gdbyes and gd nites and take cares wif such saccharine sweetness? maybe its e tone of her voice or e way she pronounces it or puts it. gentle? cute? or caring? vulnerable? i dunno. its unfathomable, as if its inborn. but wow, e impact's juz, sweet. dere's no better word to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i noticed e hug counter inching up lill by lill. thx to those hu've been givin mi hugs, reali means alot. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-1142977400208190789?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/1142977400208190789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=1142977400208190789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1142977400208190789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1142977400208190789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/music-genres.html' title='interesting conversations'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4793909069390672632</id><published>2007-06-21T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T01:32:38.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever love</title><content type='html'>wow, i tot e music vid behind e song was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_sQaiSRYD4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_sQaiSRYD4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but e real story behind it is even sadder )=&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poh7fwph2oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4793909069390672632?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4793909069390672632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4793909069390672632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4793909069390672632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4793909069390672632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/forever-love.html' title='forever love'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-3078759606627811608</id><published>2007-06-19T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:28:06.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>给我你的爱</title><content type='html'>a song dats stuck in my head all dae. thx to nic wee hu sent mi it along wif e other songs by tank! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H290wm8zwis"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H290wm8zwis" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;给我你的爱, 让我陪着你去未来&lt;br /&gt;给我你的爱, 手拉着手不放开.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-3078759606627811608?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/3078759606627811608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=3078759606627811608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3078759606627811608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3078759606627811608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/gei-wo-ni-de-ai.html' title='给我你的爱'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-8055902559119652043</id><published>2007-06-19T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:36:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why NOW?!?</title><content type='html'>urgh. okie sry for e burst up. lemme state my probs: girl probs r givin mi a headache. my priorities r in a mess n thus i din not allocate enuff time to revise my subs n now im so damn SCREWED. on top of dat, wy's gf expects mi to help her wif her physics stuff dat she undertook without even bothering to do some basic research on. lyk, wth, u haf ta write dis impt paper dats worth 10% of ur grade n u dun do some prior research b4 confirming ur topic??? dude, L to tink b4 u act. URGH. n she expects mi to help. wif my exams LOOMING in front of mi. lyk a tsunami. dun u guys hu realize u havent got time to cover e syllabus feel e same way? nvm. yeah. n now evan wans mi to attend his bdae bash at mos on wed nite. i dun tink i can afford to waste another nite. im dying. its scary. i can get as emotional as a gal. dis is veh VEH bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-8055902559119652043?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/8055902559119652043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=8055902559119652043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8055902559119652043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/8055902559119652043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-now.html' title='why NOW?!?'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7966877605561494290</id><published>2007-06-16T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:22:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-OH</title><content type='html'>okie, i realized i've consumed wayy too much R-OH dis wk, which is wad led to e emo posts. sowie pple! )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7966877605561494290?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7966877605561494290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7966877605561494290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7966877605561494290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7966877605561494290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/r-oh.html' title='R-OH'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-2088281051288813822</id><published>2007-06-16T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:05:57.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how did i get into dis?</title><content type='html'>sighz. how did a simple kid frm bt batok wif high hopes n aspirations but nth much behind him get into dis screwed up lyfe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i could relive dat time when i was in pri skool, when, during e evening of e mid autumn festival, we wuld take a walk to xiao guilin, meeting our frens also making their trip dere, wif our lanterns, sparklers, candles n matches, to join in e festive atmosphere of kids carrying lanterns, hanging lanterns on trees, lighting candles n placing it on e low wall, beautiful. or down at e water's edge, lookin on at e other crazy kids lighting sparklers in a big grp all at once, causing a sudden bright flash when e sparklers catch fire n burst into brilliance, b4 running towards e water's edge n throwing e sparklers as far n high as dey could. n we wuld join in, n wif our sparklers, our hopes n dreams soared high, bright, lyk shooting stars. lovely. just lovely. plus e fact dat its juz b4 our end of yr exams for pri skool, dat nite was one nite we could stop studying n have fun, enjoy e warmth of light in the dark cold nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simplicity is great sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-2088281051288813822?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/2088281051288813822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=2088281051288813822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2088281051288813822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2088281051288813822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-did-i-get-into-dis.html' title='how did i get into dis?'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7935433703369428963</id><published>2007-06-14T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:23:22.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got my ans</title><content type='html'>(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got my ans. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a "d2y/dx2 = 0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7935433703369428963?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7935433703369428963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7935433703369428963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7935433703369428963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7935433703369428963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-got-my-ans.html' title='i&apos;ve got my ans'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-2445341358478820574</id><published>2007-06-14T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:54:54.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we never win</title><content type='html'>nice guys: we never win.&lt;br /&gt;n wads best is, we can nv change.&lt;br /&gt;we're always dere when u nd us.&lt;br /&gt;not expecting nething in return.&lt;br /&gt;but plz dun take us 4 granted.&lt;br /&gt;cos we're still human, it hurts&lt;br /&gt;badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-2445341358478820574?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/2445341358478820574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=2445341358478820574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2445341358478820574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2445341358478820574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-never-win.html' title='we never win'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7725458811845242086</id><published>2007-06-12T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:08:05.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>okie since i haf time n i woke up to a nice morning/afternoon (its 11am n its RAINING! so nice n cool!) (= so yeah, i decided i shall type out a nice long post b4 running off to mug. mugging aint coming along so well, been reali slow, i tink i shuld start mugging by myself on somedaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie fine, i tried putting up e vids, but youtube's real slow, so here's e random pics on my fone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4jU-xgGSI/AAAAAAAAABc/xS_JuHd6ePk/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4jU-xgGSI/AAAAAAAAABc/xS_JuHd6ePk/s320/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075032673448106274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4jlexgGTI/AAAAAAAAABk/o5PZmNrthsk/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4jlexgGTI/AAAAAAAAABk/o5PZmNrthsk/s320/DSC00059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075032956915947826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chee mun, the emo kid: he's always sleeping/sleepy! lol, okie e foto on e far right's quite unglam la, but it was a reali long dae n we still had ta go to some rugby match. dis was taken last yr. e foto on e left, i dunno when it was taken or where, my best bet is e class party at east coast beach, e one which i jokingly suggested e location n everyone juz took it. was quite fun (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4ki-xgGUI/AAAAAAAAABs/U0vOrmRWjMw/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4ki-xgGUI/AAAAAAAAABs/U0vOrmRWjMw/s320/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075034013477902658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xiuhuan. okie i seriously dunno how dis foto got into my fone. she musta borrowed my fone during some chess tourney at scf n took a pic. according to wy, she's an expert on it, n one dae managed to cope his fone, take a nice gd pic of herself, set it as his wallpaper, display pic, n screen saver all within 5 mins. quite crazy eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4l8exgGXI/AAAAAAAAACE/jUXRdUv4vqU/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4l8exgGXI/AAAAAAAAACE/jUXRdUv4vqU/s320/DSC00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075035551076194674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my desk during any maths portfolio deadline. dis one was taken on e dae when it was e 2nd maths portfolio deadline. yes its a printer. i brought my trusty printer to skool cos its so much more convenient den running to e old block to e library whilst praying dat its open to print out our stuff. was quite crazy dat dae, had 10 laptops in class. coulda start a lan shop! ever since den e printer's a perma resident in e class. been reali convenient during other stuff, lyk chem pracs etc where we had ta print out our last min work. esp for a class full of last min slackers :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4nSOxgGYI/AAAAAAAAACM/lxDBmtfFkL8/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4nSOxgGYI/AAAAAAAAACM/lxDBmtfFkL8/s320/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075037024249977218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anthony moh a.k.a. moh!: e maths/dota pro! he's always sleeping, sleeping sleeping sleeeee... ZZZzzz... yeah u get e pic. oh n he hibernates wif his skool kacket over his head. dere was once joel khoo did it, n for a sec we all tot it was moh, till moh walked into class, n we were lyk, huh?!? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4oguxgGaI/AAAAAAAAACc/ieGj82lLGE4/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4oguxgGaI/AAAAAAAAACc/ieGj82lLGE4/s320/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075038372869708194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amie: yes, if dere's anyone to blame for my high-maintainence lyfestyle, its her, yepp :P true to an acs gal. i asked kim, her bf (its actuali kim soon, we call him kim for short, so yeah, she's dating a guy, dun worrie) whether she's high maintainence, n well... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink amy's gonna so kill mi 4 dis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4qq-xgGbI/AAAAAAAAACk/KqO13--PJQA/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4qq-xgGbI/AAAAAAAAACk/KqO13--PJQA/s320/DSC00220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075040747986622898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;evan yeo: bros b4 hos! yarrite... lol, taken during a chess u chalet. mhm, we chess-nuts r reali reali social pple. e chess u chalet, held every yr at nsrcc, organized by us, sighz,  its reali reali fun lor. a time to catch up wif everyone, outside of e national tournaments. i rmb e bowling's always e most fun, cos 4 some weird reason, all chessers bowl, n yeah, its juz great when everyone's competing against each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways evan's yeah, a reali gd bro. i tink we were reali high on beer den... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4su-xgGeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HYbbpesh9aw/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4su-xgGeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HYbbpesh9aw/s320/DSC00238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075043015729355234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;keegan: wad more can i sae, his piano OWNS, u noe, lyk  freaking OWNS! foto was taken during some celebration i tink, at e grand corpthorne where we were havin dinner n juz tokin. was quite fun (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4tVOxgGfI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZzkHLv_TWEk/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4tVOxgGfI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZzkHLv_TWEk/s320/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075043672859351538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tiao chee cheong fan! onli found in hk! taken during e extremely fun hk trip to tour hk n visit louis chong. e post on e trip can be found somewhere in dis blog, e dec 2006 posts i tink. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4eJuxgGNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Sa1pouHIsME/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4eJuxgGNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Sa1pouHIsME/s320/DSC00305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075026982616438994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taken durin e odac nite cycling trip! (= we were at e jetty all stoned cos we were up all nite. all of us ended up sleeping for 15-20 mins. i stayed up abit to take dis pic b4 crashing too. lol, it was quite a sight for e pple fishing to see a whole grp of us wif our bikes nearby juz snoozing on e jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4e-uxgGPI/AAAAAAAAABE/FPohLlgnxGA/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4e-uxgGPI/AAAAAAAAABE/FPohLlgnxGA/s320/DSC00323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075027893149505778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;james ong's table after one physics lesson. quite nice. he used it for e class portion of our yr 6 2006-2007 mural. dat emo kid. he n chee mun wif e emo hair (10x more emo den spiderman's!) always sat at e baq n emo-ed. except during physics when dey did other stuff depending on e lesson. for example when it was on hearing n decibels n all, e idiots took e skool mag, rolled it up, n said in their lowest voices through e tube dey made (which made their voices even lower) 'echo', which was e name of e mag. or sometimes dey'd sae 'ian lin'. lol. ian den started doing e same thing n soon it was all names. irritated e phy teacher after awhile, but yeah, wad can u do? mi n e guys in e middle n sat dere n let ourselves be amused by e others while trying not to fall asleep. we were reali reali bored lor. e pple rite in front were sleeping wif their heads on e table while e pple at e baq were restless or mugging chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4gRuxgGQI/AAAAAAAAABM/AISBhAGbTio/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4gRuxgGQI/AAAAAAAAABM/AISBhAGbTio/s320/DSC00324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075029319078648066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we tried to strip ian lin. for obvious reasons: he's ian lin. lol. neways, we onli managed as far as his shirt. if i rmb correctly, we tried it again but still onli managed his shirt. urgh. but it was our best concerted effort, n man, dat guy put up a damn fierce struggle for a small person lyk him.we had 2 pple grabbing his arms, 2 his legs, 1 his mid section, n 2 trying to unbotton his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol so far our class is okie la. in feb, when we were dismissed, we heard shouting in e first class, n went to check it out, onli to see dat e other class stripped farul. it was his bdae. thx God my bdae was on a wkend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4hfexgGRI/AAAAAAAAABU/gmBzN5qANiM/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4hfexgGRI/AAAAAAAAABU/gmBzN5qANiM/s320/DSC00333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075030654813477138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hand: $0, provided.&lt;br /&gt;marker: $1.99, coped so its $0.&lt;br /&gt;relief from boredom: priceless. there's somethings money can buy. though i wished i could buy baq dat time spent stoning in e audi to mug for my exams. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were bored, it was e chinese speaking comp. so we coped e marker from our ct n 3 or 4 of us did dis n started mimicing e speaker n doin all sorts of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4xOexgGhI/AAAAAAAAADU/KFD1DbUYDXM/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4xOexgGhI/AAAAAAAAADU/KFD1DbUYDXM/s320/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075047954941745682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alex liew, a.k.a. liew/taopok staplet. yepp, its e staplets! my class is juz damn fun la, even amy claims its damn fun. we're juz spontaneous. dis was taken durin lunch at one of our spontaneous decisions to go 4 a movie after skool n go to lunch at dis reali nice jap restaurant b4 ggin 4 class party. class is reali reali damn fun. i still rmb exactly 2 wks b4 promos, someone went 'hey, lets catch a movie!' n everyone was lyk, 'hey, i want!' reali crazy. n wads best is e pple hu went were e ones hu've revised e least. LOL. but we all still managed to pass our promos somehow. hao yi OWNED promos, but dats juz him. lol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've saved e best 4 last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4uBexgGgI/AAAAAAAAADM/tY5a45TU_bU/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4uBexgGgI/AAAAAAAAADM/tY5a45TU_bU/s320/DSC00195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075044433068562946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tibor calories! whoops, i meant karolyi. foto taken in end 2006 at his farewell dinner. lol, my chess trainer, as well as jason's evan's gerald's howard's zhenyang's zhenchian's chess trainer. reali nice big guy frm hungary. sighz, its juz too bad he had ta return dere after so mani yrs in sg, reali enjoyed his training, his stories, n stuff he tried. rmb during one world youth comp in greece, he asked yang n suzanna to tok to him in chinese while he was wif his european frens, n he'll nod n pretend to understand n speak a phrase or 2. so yang n suzanna took e opportunity to unleash chi swear words on him n he juz nodded n said 'hao, hao!'. LOL. reali reali nice guy. at his farewell dinner he said a lill abt each person. 4 mi, he juz said, joshua, well, he's a joker. ahhh, so he did noe mi. but yeah, he recalled dat our lessons were always fun n full of laughter, cos of e jokes n stories etc. see, chess isnt dat boring. but yeah, i've since quit playing competitively startin last yr. though, e memories will 4ever be in my heart. dat includes e HOT european babes we saw at e world youth tourney in greece! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. dat took quite a long time (2 hrs to be precise. yepp, i noe wad u're tinking, 2 hrs to blog???!!! heyy, i go 4 quality over quantity of posts man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will do another random post, as soon as i find more pics n more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7725458811845242086?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7725458811845242086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7725458811845242086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7725458811845242086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7725458811845242086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/Rm4jU-xgGSI/AAAAAAAAABc/xS_JuHd6ePk/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-1088274141760513314</id><published>2007-06-10T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:49:06.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>URGH!</title><content type='html'>F***  its damn screwed up dat biased urgh... i've nv had a dae of tourney where i nv won a simul, lyk, NOT ONE DAMNED BLOODY SIMUL, WTH LA. F*** man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish (is damn pissed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-1088274141760513314?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/1088274141760513314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=1088274141760513314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1088274141760513314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/1088274141760513314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/urgh.html' title='URGH!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-5095438400449283697</id><published>2007-06-09T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:02:10.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>juz came home. its 2am. had a veh veh bad dae. sighz. thx God for 2 reali gd frens hu stuck wif mi through e nite n chatted away all my troubles over a cup of hot chocolate at starbucks. musta been at least 3-4hrs str at dat place alone, not counting dinner etc. thx, reali needed it (= hope i din intrude on ur date, lol. but yeah, thx a mill, i guess my lyfe aint dat bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-5095438400449283697?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/5095438400449283697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=5095438400449283697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5095438400449283697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5095438400449283697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-2204256067604496600</id><published>2007-06-07T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:14:23.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tourney tmr!</title><content type='html'>wow thx wy, great timing, esp when i haf prob my very very last fencing tourney (veh last b4 i break 4 my exams) tmr... e news was lyk a smack frm a sabre right across my mask, deafening (esp e side where e sabre first makes contact, ur ear on dat side wun function for e next min), shocking (cos u smell smoke due to e sparks by sheer heat generated during that short instant), yeah, lyk a smack frm a sabre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahx. yeah dere's teams on sundae, but lookin at e field, its reali hard to win e teams... indivs might haf chance... oh well, since im not fencing for anything, not 4 skool or personal glory, i've decided, tmr's tourney will juz be 4 e heck of winning a medal! (= rite... see how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-2204256067604496600?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/2204256067604496600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=2204256067604496600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2204256067604496600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/2204256067604496600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/tourney-tmr.html' title='tourney tmr!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-3557977638086089884</id><published>2007-06-05T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:07:44.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more updates</title><content type='html'>ok, baq frm msia, but reali too tired to update properly. so in short, i screwed up e tourney in msia, though was quite lucky to make it to the direct elimination rounds. tourney in singapore's on fri frm 1pm onwards @ clementi sports hall. lalala. but todae will be ggin down wif some spare equipment to support juniors n in case their equipment fails )= for awhile. den will go mug wif tim wee, xh n gab. dats abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-3557977638086089884?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/3557977638086089884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=3557977638086089884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3557977638086089884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3557977638086089884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-updates.html' title='more updates'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7835176190309143406</id><published>2007-06-01T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:52:27.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates again!</title><content type='html'>bleahx, sowie guys, sighz, too bz to update (yes bz durin e hols)&lt;br /&gt;a few hrs frm setting off 4 msia. 2 to be exact. so i'll make it short n sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wad a wk. reali reali reali crazy wk.&lt;br /&gt;shrek 3 was nice (=&lt;br /&gt;so was badminton wif e class (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggin msia to fence in a tourney, i promise i'll update when i get baq (= ok den again mebbe not cos after i get baq on mondae morn at 4am, i've 1 dae to rest n tues im fencing in a tourney in singapore )= or at least i tink its tues, i noe e comp daes r tues to fri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if u guys r bored feel free to pop by clementi sports complex to watch e matches. i duno wad daes i'll be down fencing, will post it (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7835176190309143406?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7835176190309143406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7835176190309143406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7835176190309143406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7835176190309143406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/06/updates-again.html' title='updates again!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7338464672177544341</id><published>2007-05-28T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T01:13:56.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed up situation</title><content type='html'>bleahx, im in a veh screwed up situation now. part of its due to a misunderstanding caused by overthinking on my part. part of its due to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;needing to stardee 4 her ct 2 n her parents givin her alotta pressure, so i cant possibly be so selfish n ask her out rite? plus e fact dat im going on another fencing tourney in msia n dats when wy's c elebratin her bdae n she's going. dis reali sux. big time. i miss her so much. i tink she's also losing her patience wif mi. dunno la. seems lyk everything's screwing up. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chasing a gal is hard. chasing an angel is harder. n its hardest when lyfe isnt working ur way. im reali tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7338464672177544341?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7338464672177544341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>rugby finals</title><content type='html'>lol, its a stroke of ironic beauty dat when dey sae dat ac n raffles r traditional rivals, somehow or other we're meeting each other in e finals. dis wk alone, e tennis, rugby &amp; hockey r slated to meet rjc in e A div finals. but gold was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to watch e rugby match, real tired after onli sleeping 2 hrs rushing my world lit essay. thx God i rushed it, if not i'll haf suffered e unfortunate fate of mani hu didnt. it was scary. enuff stress frm lessons. okie, e match was gd, everyone was in high spirits. IT WAS VEH CLOSE. i mean real close. we were lyk, up 3-0 owing to a penalty. den when rj touched down dey were up 5-3. dey din convert e kick though, somehow or other, their kicking was kinda bad, din even pass e touchline. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dude, e ball landed in btw e posts, but 3 meters out. lyk wth.&lt;/span&gt; bleahx. budden after e interval in e 2nd half we had dis reali crazy push where our guys literally pushed one of our players holding e ball all e way frm 10 meters out to e touch down line. it was crazy. e whole skool was shouting 'PUSH! PUSH! PUSH!' at e top of our lungs, as if everybody were helping to bring a baby into e world. touched down n converted e penalty to make it 10-5. okie so we held dem off for a long time. then came another touchdown. again, e penalty, we could count on dem to miss, so it was 10-10. wth, it was reali tense. went into sudden death when time ran out, where whoever team scores a pt first wins. bleahx, we din, as chernside put, dominate e field, and an offside error cost us a veh easy penalty which sealed our fate. we lost 10-13. sighz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was reali painful to watch. seriously. we cheered our hearts out. went down as one skool, cheered as one skool, n took e loss as one skool. but all e same, it was painful. sigh. n yeah, e tearful skool anthem n hakka performed with still great gusto by our reali sporting ruggers. dats e dae. on a more serious note, 4 those of u dat noe her, keep steph saw in ur prayers, cos yeah, she was in a semi conscious state after e match. poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 yrs in acsi passes so fast. through those, i've witnessed victories, n defeats, rep e skool, sweat 4 e skool, bled 4 e skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acs forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7291644928524059538?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7291644928524059538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7291644928524059538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7291644928524059538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7291644928524059538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/05/rugby-finals.html' title='rugby finals'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-9203039323331228340</id><published>2007-05-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:28:30.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>)=</title><content type='html'>everyone reading dis, i wanna do an experiment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, juz tilt ur head to the right (or left, depends on wad u're comfortable with). get comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;great!&lt;br /&gt;now gimme ur biggest smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations, u're now a smiley! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-9203039323331228340?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/9203039323331228340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=9203039323331228340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/9203039323331228340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/9203039323331228340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=')='/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-3550844931049335490</id><published>2007-05-21T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:39:54.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>sigh, its quite sad, 6 mths more to e end of 11.5 yrs of skool! )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was doin our (the class') portion of e yr 6 mural, turned out quite funnie. again everyone juz clicked somehow, lyk at e start of e yr when our class was so united, here it showed. was reali fun. lol, not much sabo-ing as e next class where dey wrote e initials of e scandalous couples n a heart in between. dere's one thing though: e class is reali artistic, damnit we shuld be an arts class. 3 reasons y we shuld be an arts class:&lt;br /&gt;1. seriously, i bet most of us will prob ace our sl3 subs, which is humanities subjects. dats wad happened last yr.&lt;br /&gt;2. we're darn creative, damn spontaneous, dun ya juz love it?&lt;br /&gt;3. we dun study/do our IAs/do any skool stuff till e last minute or past e deadline. dun believe, tink physics pracs (abt 5-6 of us still owe all e pendulum pracs which amts to 4 pracs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways baq to e class mural. stuff we did:&lt;br /&gt;1. emo-ed, james drew his emo pic wif e saying 'love is an illness, you are my drug.' its reali veh veh emo!!! here's a identical copy i took, it was drawn on his desk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/RlG5T9YdTGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-wp3N_h9zEI/s1600-h/emo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/RlG5T9YdTGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-wp3N_h9zEI/s320/emo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067034808314317922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's damn gd lor! neways chee mun also did his emo thing. i din, cos i din wanna be known as another emo kid even though i haf e emo-fringe :P yes, spiderman 3's emo fringe roxed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. drew caricatures of classmates wif unique nicknames (eg. elizabeth became e-lizard-bird, n u can imagine how it turned out. she was quite mortified dat her pic was drawn damn big. lol :P) btw, u could prob try to spot it below, esp if u haf firefox which can fullscreen e pic (its on e top right portion of e mural). oh yeah, if u saw 'save the chiobus, save the world' under it, dats by urs truly :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. also tried to write sth abt e teachers. if u again haf firefox n can fullwindow e pic, do it n u'll notice in small words in e middle of e bottom of e pic dere's e quote 'eh! whens e next prawn party?' by azmi, our great pct hus so addicted to e prawns james cooks. seriously, we haf reali promising chefs in e class, as demonstrated in e last class party (which involved us cooking &amp; eating for over 2 hrs str. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. quoted frm e poem we're doing for e upcoming IOC, 'the road less travelled', ending wif we took e road less travelled, and dat made all e diff. den we added e names of everyone in e class. also added e names of our cts past n present. quite nice recallin their funnie habits n stuff (rmb edwin wong's 'u noe missile? M.I.S.S.I.L.E.' wth, or neo, our poor teacher assigned to teach us chinese, sth dat we din pay attention, din do much work, but aced neways.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/RlG6jNYdTHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eY0B8rd_LVU/s1600-h/classmural1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/RlG6jNYdTHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eY0B8rd_LVU/s320/classmural1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067036169818950770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/RlG64tYdTII/AAAAAAAAAAs/xhzOuUWXgPg/s1600-h/classmural2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/RlG64tYdTII/AAAAAAAAAAs/xhzOuUWXgPg/s320/classmural2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067036539186138242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e class mural! sighhh, nostalgia (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-3550844931049335490?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/3550844931049335490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=3550844931049335490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3550844931049335490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/3550844931049335490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/05/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EF0imirndx0/RlG5T9YdTGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-wp3N_h9zEI/s72-c/emo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-2925713737261510901</id><published>2007-05-19T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:33:40.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torn inside. turmoil.</title><content type='html'>im sorry, dis blog is goin emo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but neways, im not ggin to sae nething. juz listen to dis (esp e chorus):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/18mllyhcM30"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/18mllyhcM30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if e link doesnt work, click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18mllyhcM30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/36244941-2925713737261510901?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-5741775202839409126</id><published>2007-05-17T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:49:46.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i juz hope i made e rite choice</title><content type='html'>nah. actuali i juz hope someone up dere's pushing mi towards e rite choice, cos im lyk jack sparrow without his compass )= mhm u get e pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, to tink our council wuld tink up such a thing to do to announce our prom, it was damn nice la. dey made e vp announce dere's a veh impt exam briefing todae n dat cos of dis, she expects every single one of us to turn up. we did. dey den put up an act, e vp pretending to haf found out dat 2 of e council members took e new buggy on a joyride arnd e skool, wif her flashin e blog wif pics of e 2 jokers on e buggy shot at diff locations arnd e skool. n yeah, e sudden switch to a vid showing all e happie times we spent as a cohort, e closest knit cohort ever! (= brings baq reali nice memories ;) sighzz. to tink dere's 6 mths of skool left. 6 more mths! its been, lyk, 11 yrs 6 mths??? wth. time passes so darn fast. sigh. ironically, im gonna miss skool. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, we do haf a prom! n its not at our canteen (aka s.a.c. as we ac students call e place) or our ib auditorium. its at e marriot hotel! yeah, e grand ballroom, e one of e kind, wif e walls, ceilings n doors made of some translucent material (i tink dey said alabaster), which CHANGES COLOUR. lyk, whoaa... lol, dey were lyk, so on e dae itself, a friendly2nd student council member would escort ya up e escalator n through e red doors...    ...ok dey might not be red, dey change colour. DIAO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, cool (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-5741775202839409126?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/5741775202839409126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=5741775202839409126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5741775202839409126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5741775202839409126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-juz-hope-i-made-e-rite-choice.html' title='i juz hope i made e rite choice'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4210085345836857481</id><published>2007-05-13T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:50:48.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleahx: anthology of jloh's misses</title><content type='html'>b4 i start on dis short series, i've first lyk to sae dis: bleahx, sheesh, i tink i screwed myself over wif e last entry. as xh put it 'u dun put dese kinda stuff on ur blog', which i reasoned baq dat onli my close frens noe abt my blog, BUT as soon as e words left my mouth i realized dat i've actually done a reali dumb thing. thx God i din sign up for e sgx challenge in e end (was too lazy :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie neways i was also outta stuff to blog, i mean, lets take a break frm e usual stuff shall we? neways jace's tag gave mi an idea, n seemed to sum up almost everything dat has happened recently. so i bring to u 2 very very short episodes of jloh's (not hits, but) misses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e first incident occured during e rather fun trip to msia where i participated in e msia open. off course 'sides e fencing tourney, i admittedly had other motives going dere, esp when e cj pple were also takin part :P (yes i noe wad u're tinking, but b4 u sae nething, let mi clarify dat dis is wad guys usuali tink/do all e time when no major exam or soccer premiership title chase is happening, its e gals. if u still dun geddit, tink cyril chua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways in e end, reali had no time or chance to get to noe anyone, cos e stupid men's sabre got pushed to sundae instead of sat where if so, we'ld start n end at e same time as e gals, so yah, dat suxed. we were also on vastly diff floors, n neways none of e sabre guys had cj contacts except 1 hu was too bz indulging in his death metal fetish to care abt anything, least of all gals, so yah. added to dat e other sabre guy was attached. so dere was onli mi, n another guy, but he doesnt reali nd chances, he's e sorta guy hu gals walk up to n ask 4 his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was left wif mi. bleahx. n u noe wad happens when stuff is left in my hands, dey either remain undone, or dey're screwed beyond recognition. thxfully it was e former dat happened. but neways on e nite of e farewell dinner, even den i wasnt sitting at any cj table, dey were sitting wif each other, i was at coach's table, n l8r migrated to e ite pple's table, dey were nice pple real friendly. neways yah, off course other stuff dat happened was germaine askin mi whether i knew evan when she alrdy knew dat i knew evan -.-'' was quite funnie, but yeah, dat was dat, spent most of e time emo-ing wif e sabre guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner when we were walkin baq to e hotel to pick up our bags n board e bus, i somehow got dared by dis guy hu was frm e 1st batch of acsi students, i kinda 4got his name, but he's a reali nice guy, lets call him 'y' (he's also e joker hu nicknamed dis south korean foilist 'sio ba' cos when she moved, it was lyk watching 2 big drumsticks moving on e piste, n e best thing is everytime she scores a pt he'll go woot! sio ba! n she'll turn arnd n sae sth to him in korean which he doesnt understand :P) so neways him n mat lopez, after hearin rumours dat i wanted to hit on some cj gals but suxed too much to, to which i denied sayin dat if i  wanted to i'ld haf gotten not juz 1 number, but all of their numbers by now (yes i noe, ego...); well dey dared mi to ask any gal for her number. so i said okie, lay it on mi. to which dey immediately said 'f___!' (its a name not a swear word, i juz dun wanna put it in case dis turns up on a google search of sth) and in my mind flashed 'damnit, y her?' okie, i noe, all e guys tink she's e chioest of e lot, i tink i'ld dare sae she's above ave. hmmm, but still y's it always her? plus e fact dat she's attached, so gimme a break la. neways next dey went okie den, hmmm... n tot for lyk, 10 mins b4 y said 'okie den, samantha!' initially i almost juz wacked n did it. but yeah, i reined myself in n din do it, thxfully, dragged time, made up alotta excuses, tried to get myself outta e situation, u noe, e kinda stuff u do when u realize u've juz made a veh stupid deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways when we reached e hotel lobby n were waiting 4 e bus to arrive, we were sitting tog n samantha walked pass. mat lopez called out 'samantha, dis guy wants ur number!' damnit la, but neways i shot it down sayin its juz a stupid bet etc etc, which i shuldnt, in which she in e end said 'neways im unattached :P' n walked away. DAMNIT. i shulda wacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, here comes e reali dumb part. baq in sg, i asked evan to go thru ger to ask sam 4 her number, n yeah, after 2 wks, e reply came baq: she did not wanna give it cos she din rmb a joshua frm fencing. bleahx  X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of episode 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;episode 2 happened reali recently at fish n co, on e sat when angie n evan came along n keegan n ryan were gaying each other at field camp. i named e specific sat by e pple dat were dere cos e ns guys plus chen jie seem to love meetin up n eatin dere almost every sat since all of dem r in ns, n best of all, eating e same stuff. dude, save e cute fishies! eat somewhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways yeah, we were bored, n waiting 4 our food to come, n hungry as well, so lyk e wk b4, we decided to order some calamari. n e whole thing den started when cyril came up wif his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; idea dat huever eats e last calamari ring has to do a forfeit. at first e forfeit suggested by cyril which everyone agreed on was for e loser to eat a mix of tartar and chili sauce, which was okie. but e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever so wonderfully brilliant&lt;/span&gt; guy wy whom i so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love n respect n is my bestest of best frens in e whole wide screwed up world&lt;/span&gt; (i sae it wif alot of sarcasm) had to suggest dat e loser of e game go over n ask e gal at e table nearby, e one dat cyril eyed, for her number (as i was saying, we were BORED n HUNGRY, so cyril, being cyril, started looking arnd, evan too, n dey both spotted dis gal. i saw her too, but tot her fren was cuter :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy, so we agreed on e forfeit, n started e game. initially e plan was to sabo wy n make him eat e last calamari ring, so dat after he asks e gal 4 her number we can tell his gf dat he cheated on her n hit on another gal, thus his gf would prob kill him or at least grill him abt it. but, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bestest best fren&lt;/span&gt; had to suggest dat dey sabo mi instead, juz 4 e heck of it, to which everyone den agreed. as it was a grp of 6 pple, hence huever eats e last ring is outta my control, n yah, i did geddit, sigh, wad to do when 3 pple at e table graduated wif an A for math in their A lvls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i was hesitant, i mean, wad to sae? i've nv 'juz wack'-ed in dat manner b4. i've more style :P in addition, e gal was wif another gal n a guy, so dere's a 50% chance dat e guy's her bf. to cut e long story short, after alotta pursuasion n blackmailing (dey did not let mi touch my food till i did e deed), as well as a sex on e beach and a tequila sunrise (for those hu dont know, 'sex on the beach' and 'tequila sunrise' r cocktails, rather strong ones) b4 i was so zonked i juz walked up to her when e grp of dem were leaving n told e gal rather awkwardly dat my fren wif e cap frm e table over dere wants her number while pting her in e direction of cyril. yes, i used cyril as an excuse, cos, lol, dey din specify how i was to ask 4 her number. thx God 4 loopholes, im so going to harvard. neways as lyfe was 4 mi, luck laughed right in my face, even when i was using cyril as an excuse. she replied dat her b4 was rite beside her. but one key point, SHE DIN SAE NO. lol. but yeah, dats wif cyril as an excuse i guess. lucky dog. n yeah, putting e icing on e cake, when she left, cyril was looking in her direction, she waved at cyril, hu waved baq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, bleahx. thx guys 4 makin mi undergo unecessary rejection, its e best thing in e world, so gd, i enjoyed it so f***ing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahx&lt;br /&gt;end of episode 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, so neways its late, im reali tired n gtg, will update regularly frm now on, i hope. also wish u enjoyed reading dis post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div 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misses'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-2267743901464650143</id><published>2007-03-23T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T03:17:25.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the old lie</title><content type='html'>sighz, u noe, after all dese stuff, i've finally come to realize one thing: the thought never counts, the saying dat its the thought dat counts is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least in reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-2267743901464650143?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-6882005241461673853</id><published>2007-03-05T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:45:49.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wkend! + mondae</title><content type='html'>ok s***, dis is yet another long overdue post. )= when i begin to procrastinate, sometimes e momentum's so great i juz cant stop. n i've been rather gd at dat lately. but dats another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, e wkend! woke up at 6am n checked my hp, to find a reply frm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, stating dat she cant go out dat dae cos cts r comin up n she had ta mug. i do hope she does rmb to take care of her health too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, sat went down to FM to train as usual, lesson an hr earlier at 7am, which also suits mi as i had ta go 4 skool trg as e sabreurs r takin a foto 4 e skool newspaper so i was considerin not ggin down to FM. well, as it turns out, it was on dis veh sat dat all e sabreurs decide to turn up. n not juz e usual peter n mongee n  even e rare nadiyrah, i mean, even morgen came lor! damn )= quite sad, cos i could onli fence a few round robin rounds b4 i had ta quit e mini tourney n go 4 skool trg. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in skool trg as usual, till dis stupid game which was supposed to mimic a real tourney. i had ta face off against kok siong in e 1st round lor n we took e longest cos both of us were exp fencers. den at 3-2, he was up by a pt, e others had alrdy finished, while we were still fighting 4 e first to 5 pts. den i made it 3-3 n e coach gave up n said final pt. which was crap cos in e final pt, i lunged, missed, n my front heel stepped on a wet patch on e ground, prob sweat, n slipped, so my weight was half placed on my right knee which hurt l8r, n e other half on my ankle which i slightly sprained. so he juz walked up to mi n touched mi n scored e pt. lyk, wth. damnit la. neways l8r he fenced benedict hu won him n in e end benedict lost e semis. so e exp sabreurs effectively knocked each other outta e thingy. great. brilliant. 'nuff said, i stopped trg after dat cos of my knee n rested. right toe was also bad as usual )= e other coach hus in charge of foil n overall in charge, henry, told mi to take care of my toe n to stop fencing for at least a wk, sth which i cant afford to cos of msian open comin up n inter skools comin up. hell la, i tink i'll juz train till i drop. dun care liaoz. neways after dat e sabreurs took fotos, nth much, except dat we used 1 trophy cos keith 4got to bring his. n he was holding e teacher's rainbow blade sabre which looked damn cool, cos he din own a sabre. oh, on a side note, i found someone else hu does salsa, n surprisingly too, cos i din expect it. joel, a yr 5 foilist, does salsa at bt timah cc. quite cool. apparently he's been learnin 4 quite some time too, so yeah, at least i've got someone to take pointers frm. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dat, went home to crash, play some com, crashed again. den went out studying wif tim wee, gab n xh again. actuali i was supposed to stay home n do my ee draft n tok 2nd draft, but well, i guess i love e company, n opposed to lugging my laptop dere to do my essays which will kill mi cos e laptop's so heavy, i chose to bring a lighter, maths tb n notes to prac maths 4 e upcoming test which im so gonna die in. )= hahaha, neways was late la, overslept, got dere an hr late, as usual. gab n wee were alrdy dere, i tot gab was gonna kill mi cos i made him a lightbulb again lyk i did last wk, but thx God xh wasnt dere yet. so when i reached, wee had ta go off to look 4 xh hu went to skool 4 trg or sth. so mi n gab mugged, rather silently. till xh came. yeah, den we started tokin abit. wee n xh got sth to eat, yadda yadda. den dere was a pt where dey started behavin veh intimately, so mi n gab exchanged looks n immediately n rather noisily made off for a 'short walk'. off course e couple paid no notice la, but nvm. lol. better den glowing a 100 watts. when we came baq, dey were still at it, so we were lyk, 'not done yet arh? okie nvm we'll go off 4 another short walk'. l8r i told gab dat we were appearing gay. nvm la. small stuff. after mugging for wad seemed an agonizingly long time, we went to play pool. was okie la, i managed to pull off a few nice shots, but yeah, e lack of prac was apparent. )= i cant even do a 3 wall bank shot accurately lor... nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie la, after dat xh wanted to play e arcade, while i wanted to get some sweets for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; cos when she next replied mi at arnd 6pm while i was mugging (i replied to her earlier msg askin when her cts were) n told mi when her cts were, i suddenly had a brainwave which was prob e most brilliant one i ever had, which was to get her chocs or sweets or sth cos she was prob mugging at home den, to cheer her up (=. told e guys abt it, xh said it was sweet, which was e greenlight to go ahead. neways so mi n gab made our way down to candy empire at millenia walk while wee n xh happily went over to e arcade. yeah, when we reached dere, e place was closing, but thxfully not closed yet. so i rushed to grab a plastic bag n grab some chocs paying attention to flavour n variety (i dun reali noe wad kinda chocs she lyks, must rmb to ask her next time). den i rushed to e counter, paid 4 it n walked out. but yeah, by dat time gab alrdy received a call frm wee n xh sayin dey're ggin home liaoz la. so okie lor, mi n gab slowly walked to e mrt. at e mrt, i tried callin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; to find out whether she's at home n whether she'll be free if i were to drop by e guardhouse to pass her sth. unfortunately, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;'s hp was off, so i tried goin e round-a-bout way by callin keegan n ask him to check him msn to see if she was online. which became an even bigger loop in e 'round-a-bout sense', cos i couldnt get keegan by fone, so i called ryan to poke keegan on msn to pick up his fone. so i off course spent time tokin to ryan, den keegan hu den said dat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; was not online )= bleahx. meanwhile, i boarded e train wif gab towards marina bay cos we reasoned if we took it frm marina bay it'll be less crowded, n neways if i reali couldnt contect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, it'll be on e way home 4 mi. okie lor, it was on e way home 4 mi, albeit a few wrong turns (i took e wrong train on e east west line n had to take e train baq in e other direction, bleahx). when i reached redhill, a stop away frm queenstown, i received a msg frm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; askin mi wads e matter. so yah, told her i wanted to ask her if she's at home cos i wanted to pass her sth, n she asked mi whether i was in e area. bleahx. i said i was kinda in e area but i moved away frm it liaoz )= oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home, was feelin down n tired, started to bitch to angie online abt how wrong her theory abt e gd sweet guys winning in e end is so wrong, cos of stuff lyk dis. i was juz tryin to be sweet, n as gab put it, i ended up being a victim of circumstances. i guess circumstances must reali haf sth big against mi eh? n yah, 4 once angie couldnt defend her theory. so much 4 mi aiming to be e sweetest guy in e world. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sundae, nth much la, went to church, went home so slack n play com 4 awhile (was supposed to go gym, but oh well, did i mention i procrastinate? :P) den discovered it was time 4 mi to wash up n prepare to go out 4 dinner. god-grandma's fam havin dinner, somehow we're involved. which was fine wif mi la, cos we noe their fam, n she was e one hu gave mi chi tuition (yes i do haf chi tuition, how do u tink i got a 7 for chi for ib? no it din fall frm e sky or i'll haf a beeg concussion on my head now). had abit of a fracas at e gantry for entry to e carpark. basically, dis car in front of us was havin trouble as e thingy juz wun read her transponder n raise e bar, so yeah, my dad was using dese large hand gestures n shouting at her to move forward closer to e bar so e thingy might perhaps read her transponder n raise e bar. basically he was looking lyk n idiot. my sis n i started shouting at him to shut up n calm down, cos its not as if we were late or godzilla's chasing us or sth. my mom also joined in. but my brilliant dad instead started soundin e horn in an attempt to get her attention. in e end he got fed up n turned into e other lane when dere werent any cars dere. sighz. n pple lyk rng can sae my dad's cute. bleahx. okie, parked e car. next, as if i havent had enuff drama for a nite, mi n my dad started shouting at each other over where e lift lobby was. cos i saw where e lobby was when he was parking, but he saw a sign which was at an angle n hence veh misleading. damn stupid. usuali when arguing i'll shout u wanna bet? i'll bet 10 bucks its blah blah blah, n he'll agree. dis time however, after e prev incident, i was too tired to shout more n gave in, which led to e discovery of e misleadin sign n him turnin baq n walkin to e correct direction which i pted to in e first place. lyk, f*** la, y cant nu be in e wrong 4 once? (4 e record, my dad has nv ever admitted himself to be in e wrong. n.e.v.e.r. dunno la, but when i grow up, i'll def onli keep e nice side of him wif mi, not dese stuff *mental note*) finally got to vivo flustered n everything. found e place. next. even better. mom called my aunt to ask her where she was, onli 4 my aunt to not ans her fone (mom did call her b4 dat when we were looking 4 e restaurant to ask her where e restaurant is, onli 4 her to shout over e fone dat she doesnt noe. apparently she was at e end of her patience too. dunno y, until...). neways mom called her mom, my grandma, n she said dey dunno where e place was, still looking. so yeah, aunt got e fone, said dey were lost, e 2 old folks din wanna listen to her etc etc (i'll elaborate l8r)... neways, in e end i told my dad to tell dem to stay put, tell mi e shops arnd dem, n i'll go look 4 em. it turns out my hunch was right, dey were at e other end of e mall. so mi, feeling rather hot (pun intended) in my long sleeved shirt, walked all e way to e other end of e mall to look 4 em. when i found dem, my aunt den proceeded to explain dat at e veh start she missed e turn into e carpark to vivo city n ended up at pasir panjang. so when dey reached e mall, instead of looking 4 e place demselves, e 2 old folks, my grandparents whom my aunt was also fetching dere, decided to trust e shoppers dere. which led dem to tour e whole mall. dat is, e wrong part of e mall. dey even went across e link to e harbour front part n baq. lol. n dey even considered searching e upper floors even though dey were told e restaurant was on e 1st floor. all dis, instead of listening to my aunt hu said e restaurant was at e other end of e mall, in which case dey should haf found it over 30mins ago. sighz, wads it wif old pple finding it hard to listen to e younger generation 4 once? yes we've made our mistakes, but we do learn ok? we do grow up. wth (when the hell) r dey ever gonna accept e fact dat we've grown up??? aside frm dat everyone cooled down b4 dinner. i even managed to get a pair of new shoes b4 dinner started (e fam members havent even arrived yet, lol), a pair of walking shoes, puma, light brown, chosen by my sis while shopping a few wks ago. (= love my sis, she's my personal fashion adviser, n a reali gd one. though she doesnt wan mi ggin arnd tellin others dat cos most of my wardrobe's still chosen by mi n she tinks my sense of fashion sux )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner got home dead tired, but wif still enuff in mi to cont my argument wif angie over y e gd guys go extinct in e end. she also brought up e other side which is y gd gals go extinct. quite interesting, though i do agree wif her on some pts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept, woke up wif my right eye reali reali dry, reali reali red )= oh no, not again. yes. bleahx. same trip to e eye specialist. again my dad rushed mi, insisted ono ggin early despite e fact dat i reminded him dat e last time we had ta wait over an hr cos e surgery he was performing b4 dat in mt elizabeth hospital went overtime. true enuff, though we got dere haf an hr early, 130pm, he was late, n i got to see him onli at 250pm. (appointment's at 1pm laa). bleahx. sighz. went home n crashed. played com. watched hana kimi etc etc, e usual. sighz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hope dis isnt dat angsty a post (believe mi, if i'ld posted on sat nite it'll be much much worse :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, mani thx to nic wee 4 sending mi 专属天使 by tank. i've been searching high n low 4 e song ever since i first heard it on radio in dec last yr! yes its dat long. bleahx. e reason y i took so long to get e song is cos i din noe e title of e song, i had ta tell nic it was e song played at e end of hana kimi, e show of which she was waiting for her fren in taiwan to send her e last episode which juz finished. lol. poor gal, hope she did receive it b4 she's too tired to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-6882005241461673853?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/6882005241461673853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=6882005241461673853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6882005241461673853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/6882005241461673853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/03/wkend-mondae.html' title='the wkend! + mondae'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7260040471787800177</id><published>2007-03-02T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:07:01.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dis week...</title><content type='html'>ok dis update post is wayy overdue. dis wk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i'ld lyk to thx all of ya hu haf wished mi well 4 my TOK representation, esp kh hus help n advice was invaluable, thx man, i owe u one. even though i dunno e result, i dun tink i fared dat badly la. okie, mani of u r askin how e presentation went, so yah, i'll juz sum it up briefly. dat dae, mondae, was quite a waste cos we had 2hr 20mins of free period first thing in e morn rite after chapel, n if not 4 dis presentation i would've asked everyone to go play soccer )= but yah, thx to some classmates hu kept encouraging us, we went down to eat, came up, den played 2 rounds of bridge b4 e guys told mi to stop n go over my presentation. so mi n my partner did, though we realized it was too long n would go over e time limit. furthermore, in e morn rush to get to skool (damn, my dad always, ALWAYS rushes mi n my sis even though in e end we get to skool on time, n usuali earlier den e dae b4 where we woke up late, but yah, sighz, dats my dad) i 4got to bring my laptop charger )= so we went down to e library to edit e ppt onli to find out dat we couldnt print due to network probs. so we used e coms to edit, n thxfully isaac was in living waters methodist church which used e skool compound 4 its services on sundae, so we were able thru his links to borrow e printer in e church office to print out e revised script. whew. okie, fine. now's my turn to flop. initially i deleted e animation to all e bullet pts. okie. after e library n everything, i realized in e script a pt which i wanted to sae was under e wrong slide, n tot e pt on e ppt was also on e wrong slide, so i quickly borrowed ronald's mac (yes dere's a pun, but hey, almost everyone in e class seems to own an apple) to look thru e slides n edit it, but thxfully e prob was onli in e script which was probably a mistake committed when we were rushing to edit e slides. urgh, i tink i musta did sth though, cos durin e presentation when we first opened e slides e 2nd n 3rd slides were mixed up, n l8r on to my HORROR, e animation was dere. so i was DAMN SCARED dat e edits werent saved n dis was an old version, as e animation was still dere. thxfully it wasnt, though its veh weird. mebbe e mac did sth, cos i def did not do anything to reset e animation for e bullet pts...&lt;br /&gt;neways durin e presentation, my 'brilliant' partner hus parts were first spent too much time on his parts n caused mi to rush n eventually cut short my parts, effectively cutting short my score too (e crappy thing is we're graded individually, so yah, in dis case tok time is impt) though in e end i tink i made up for it by e Q &amp; A (= a hell lot. thxfully. so presentation over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few pts to note abt dat dae. we werent e onli ones wif technical difficulties. shane almost couldnt open his ppt cos sth was wrong, tried opening it on bose's laptop onli 4 it to claim dat his files r infected by a virus. quite scary, but luckily as shane's last, he went to e library etc to try n rectify e prob, eventually managing to open it on one of e panelist's coms. but besides dat, it was quite slack, as we were e first to present, n l8r on were veh bored. thxfully, bose was joker enuff to play dota against ai coms on his laptop durin e 2nd half of e presentations (his grp was 2nd, juz after us) n us sitting behind him watchin his game had a field dae criticizing his lousy dota skills :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm,tues was okie, e highlight of e dae was pe where instead of doin e usual run e pe teacher decided to let us haf some fun n we all trooped up to e indoor air conditioned tennis courts. i mean, air conditioned!!! woot! okie, besides e indoor tennis courts, e new sports block has showers wif hot water (located juz beside e new squash courts). shirok! neways baq to e story, yah, we played vball wif dis BEEEG pink exercise ball! (yes angie, pink n cute n very beeg squishy ball, bet u'ld love it if u were arnd) one thing, though, e ball was not dat soft n if u tried to wack it wif one hand lyk wad i did initially, ur arm, esp ur wrist, will hurt lyk hell )= oh well, dats tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weds had maths n phy test )= also had tuition cancelled by tuition teacher n piano lesson (piano's on thurs, phy tuition on wed) pushed baq to fri afternoon (= had fencing trg too but was quite tired, trg lyk s*** bleahx. haf ta bring equipment next lesson. 2 new members,both gals, surprisingly, mgs, one of dem quite cute :P damn, y din i at least being my cool visor mask? also 4got to bring my glove dat dae cos i was rushed in e morn )= urghhhhhh... thxfully though, i din get blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs. founders dae! okie, went to skool, almost late as usual, but as it was raining, i was wonderin wad was e plan as dey din brief us on any wet weather plan (dere was a parade to be held!). so yah, first went up to e new audi, onli to find NO ONE DERE! lyk, wth is my class??? so okie, walked arnd abit, bumped into liz hu also was clueless as to where our class is, l8r on she called someone hu told her e teacher (i dun wanna name names laaa) announced over e pa system dat all students r to wait in e sac (student activity centre, aka canteen, its juz a funkier name, or mebbe its called dat way cos its e onli 1 in s'pore to be air-coned?:P) till further details abt wad to do. so i went in to get my bag, came out, liz was gone. nvm la, called haoyi hu said dat everyone was in class. went to class, everyone was doin nth, apparently dey din haf a single deck of cards n were waiting 4 mine. LOL, i mean, wad a disappointment! juz a few daes ago dere were 3 decks of cards in class! apparently e owners of e decks all brought theirs home at e same time, except dey all 4got to bring theirs again todae except mi... okie played a few games, den e announcement 4 us to proceed to e artifical turf n follow e usual plan was sounded over e pa system, so we went down, despite e light drizzle. in e end, e omnious black clouds which still hung overhead despite being dere an hr alrdy (dey must be reali bored...) started pouring again, n all of us started opening umbrellas. was quite nice, cos we all huddled under 3 umbrellas (1 frm some guy, 2 frm ronald, i mean, 2???!! hu brings 2?! nvm, thxfully he did). n yah, when e rain got heavier, we were urshered quickly to e nearest block where we proceeded to e audi. except 4 e contingent members hu had ta endure e rain in their lovely starched uniforms now wet, polished boots shining wif a layer of raindrops, n creased berets all soaked. oh well, kudos to dem 4 braving e elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though while walking quickly into skool so i wun melt in e rain i did note dat dis is e first founder's dae in 6 yrs where it was washed out. nv frm sec 1 till now in e skool haf i exp a founders dae parade where it washed out. e other daes did, npcc dae washed out a few times, national dae celebrations washed out b4 too, so did honours dae when dey presented all e awards on e same dae. but not founders dae. oh well, so much 4 our last yr in e skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways in e audi we noted dat dis was e first event dat dis class has a full attendance, aka, NO ONE PONNED!!! lyk, AMAZING! n dis was all thx to our guest of honour 4 dis yr's founder's dae, mr chiam see tong. dats rite, our old boy n opposition mp of potong pasir was coming to give a speech todae, which generated much hype when e news was first announced, esp amoung e class some of whom alrdy went tog last yr to e opposition rally to watch n listen to wad new stuff dey haf to sae. i mean, it is interesting to see how dey attempt to garner for votes. neways e speech was quite a disappointment, hardly any political stuff behind it, if any at all )= boring. urgh. we were all expecting something wif more political overtones. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e rest of e stuff went as usual, except dat we din noe yeong wei won an award for his academics, lyk, wth, we're his classmates n he din even tell us???!!! but we still gave him a standing ovation which he din notice cos his back was turned while receiving e medal frm e guest of honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dat, despite e looming chem test on fri which e other classes took on wed n, after taking e test, came to my class n politely informed us to expect to get at most a 0 for e test. lyk, wth, is e test dat hard??????? everyone was saying studying e notes n not studying at all wun make much diff... bleahx. thx God i din listen to dem, as e test todae was okie la, though whether i pass or not, dats a diff story, but i def wun get juz 0 for e test!!! (no, i wun get neg marks either) okie, neways, despite e chem test, we went out for lunch @ carls junior n bowling l8r on at marina square. usual stuff la, had fun, though its a pity dat so few class pple went (9 pple total includin myself, 6 frm our class, 3 frens frm other classes also tagged along). also a pity dat its e chem test e next dae if not we woulda gone 4 a movie n done more stuff as well )= one thing though, did see alotta grps of acjc pple arnd, also taking full advantage of e early dismissal to hold class outings. wheee... my sis was out at orchard too wif her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri, well, nth much, took e test first thing in e morn )= also got informed to bring e fencing trophy tmr as dere will be foto taking. got my own trg frm 7-8 plus den skool trg frm 9-11. damn siong... urgh. will be sleeping early tonite i guess, since amy's not free to go shop wif mi )= oh yah, 4 those of ya dat got baq e A lvl results, congrats if ya did well! if ya din do well, cheer up yah? smile (= or mebbe =), depending on whether u lyk tilting ur head to e rite or left. off course pple might give ya dis 0.o but dats beside e pt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad a wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer* my brain got fried frm playin dota to destress juz now, dis post, e diction, language n grammer will all be screwed )= sowie, will edit it if im bored enuff, if not, u'll juz haf ta figure out wad im blogging... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7260040471787800177?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7260040471787800177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7260040471787800177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7260040471787800177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7260040471787800177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/03/dis-week.html' title='dis week...'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7074547852886181094</id><published>2007-02-23T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:52:50.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>todae was ok, for once</title><content type='html'>am bored, so decided to blog. well, i tink dats mostly y i blog nowadaes )= &lt;br /&gt;hmmm, todae was quite crazy, was supposed to slp a lill n wake up at 1030pm to do econs IA, put tog a non-existant econs file and spruce up my TOK presentation for e re-presentation (rmb e threat of retention?) cos mi n my fren were supposed to rehearse todae. urgh. got irritated outta lala-land by e alarm clock, offed it n went baq to slp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i haf ta admit i haf dis talent of being able to do stuff perfectly well when im half or fully asleep. somehow. i rmb once where i told my dad to wake mi up at some time so i could rush a prac, n apparently he did wake mi up n i did open my eyes, onli to tell him to let mi slp n i din haf ta do anything. e weird thing is dat when i found  dat out frm him in e morn while panicking (in e end i din even bother to rush e prac in class, preferring instead to hand it up late :P), but to my amazement when he told mi wad i did n i tried to recall, i juz couldnt. i couldnt even rmb dreaming so obviously i cant be sleep talking at dat time. unless i haf reali short term memory. (even so i do rmb when i dream n vaguely wad its abt). there were other times when i also told him to lemme slp, onli to wake up in e morn n go oh shit, wth did i juz do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den dere were nites when i was supposed to wake up at such and such a time, i set my alarm clock n go to slp, n haf dis vivid dream, n when i wake up, its almost time 4 e alarm to go off. i guess im weird )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ytd nite i was clearheaded enuff to turn off e alarm clock, but wif e stupid reasoning dat i'll slp another hr n manage to wake up all by myself without an alarm. i guess when u're zombiefied, nth can stand in ur way, even common sense mutinied against mi somewhere up in my head. i shuld haf a tok wif it somedae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully my dad woke mi up at 440 afterwhich i started cursing, onli to notice my dad was dere n to stop, n rush my work. din manage to, ended up lugging my laptop to skool to finish e IA (had to neways cos had to rehearse TOK presentation which i obviously din haf time to redo). was planning to do e superhuman task of churning out 300 words more for my IA and changing a substantial part of e presentation. im such a optimist. okie, finished econs IA, bought my file, din do my tok presentation but it was alrite, met up wif our teacher hu asked us to change some bits so rehearsing tmr instead (THANK GOD!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, on a smaller note, maths was nice, wif e teacher's lame jokes such as 'y did e trutle cross e road? to get to e shell station on e other side!' or 'y did e skeleton not cross e road? cos it had no guts!'. oh but e best one was reserved for moh hu, after i gave a wrong example of wad an alliteration was, said 'wad did e starving poet eat durin world war 2? a-little-rations! (alliterations for those of u as slow as mi)' yeah, i tot lyk, 5 secs to figure dat out b4 saying 'OMG' of which justin was lyk, 'wth u juz got e joke???' yeah i noe, when im half asleep i take a million yrs to get a joke )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at dover market again wif e class pple, cos e econs pple had ta stay baq to hand up e stuff )= i guess it was part of e punishment cos we all din bring our files and IAs ytd n e teacher suddenly exploded... well, was crossing e road n again almost got knocked down by a car. i dunno y, e road doesnt lyk mi. i rmb e last time we were going to dover market n i was halfway across n hao yi called out to mi 'car!'. i off course turned to my right, but saw a motocycle and behind it a car. so i thought, but its a motocycle wad, y did he sae car? though a car was behind...' dats when i realized, n screamed 'OH SHIT CAR!' n quickly ran to e other side. i bet e drivers of both vehicles tot i was crazy. to tell u e truth i dunno wad i was doing too, but somehow my brilliant mind decided to haf a philosophical debate over what exactly hao yi meant when he said car but it was a motocycle. e rest off course joined mi on e other side of e road n asked mi if i wanted to die n told mi dat i had much more to live for, though when i told dem wad i was tinking, dey juz laughed n said dat mebbe dey'll try it again next time n if i die i might get a Darwin award. (for those of u dat dunno wad a Darwin award is, go wiki it.) lyk wth la. lunch was okie, except dat, i stupidly ordered prata against my urge to eat noodles n in e end ended up lookin at  some of e others eating prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch james said he had a stomachache n picked up his bag n ran all e way baq to skool. crazy guy. b4 lunch when we were walking outta e skool he alrdy was sayin he had ta go to e toilet n i told him to go n we'll meet at dover market. instead he followed us all e way dere. in e end when we went baq to skool, played a lill cards (i walked into e lvl 6 toilet n lo n behold, james was dere. dat turd even bothered to run up 3 more flights of stairs to e yr 6 toilet cos it was nicer O.o) lol, so much 4 a punishment was wad one of e econs students remarked when he saw e rest of us playing cards. oh well... nth much todae la. still considering whether i should turn up 4 skool fencing trg tmr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7074547852886181094?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7074547852886181094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7074547852886181094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7074547852886181094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7074547852886181094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/02/todae-was-ok-for-once.html' title='todae was ok, for once'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4274423912819027631</id><published>2007-02-21T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:34:35.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another quiz by ryan</title><content type='html'>todae was okie i guess, took a break frm colllecting money n went dota-ing (= neways when i came home, ryan told mi he had a new quiz n asked mi to go check his blog. hmmm, well, its not reali a quiz, or rather, its a veh DIY one (i expected some online thingy again) but here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start off with 100% and minus off 1% for each thing that has happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked. Drank alcohol. Cried when someone died. Been drunk. Had sex. Been to a concert. Given a handjob/gotten a handjob. Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob. Been verbally sexually harassed. Verbally sexually harassed somebody. Felt someone up and/or been felt up. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend. Been to prom. Cried at school. Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store. Went streaking. Given a lap dance. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house. Kissed a stranger. Hugged a stranger. Went scuba diving. Driven a car. Gotten an xray. Hit by a car. Had a party. Done drugs. Played strip poker. Got paid to strip for someone. Ran away from home. Broken a bone. Eaten sushi. Bought porn. Watched porn. Made porn. Had a crush on someone of the same sex. Been in love. French kissed. Laughed so hard you cried. Cried yourself to sleep. Laughed yourself to sleep. Stabbed yourself. Shot a gun. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours. Been online for 9 consecutive hours. Watched an animal die. Watched a person die. Had sex and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present. Pranked somebody. Put somebody in the hospital. Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out. Kissed somebody of the same sex. Dressed punk. Dressed goth. Dressed preppy. Been to a motocross race. Avoided somebody. Been stalked. Stalked someone. Met a celebrity. Played an instrument. Ridden a horse. Cut yourself. Bungee jumped. Ding dong ditched somebody. Been to a wild party. Got caught stealing something. Kicked a guy in the balls. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend. Went out with your friend's crush. Got arrested. Been pregnant. Babysat. Been to another country. Started your house on fire. Had an encounter with a ghost. Donated your hair to cancer patients. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by. Cried over a member of the opposite sex. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months. Sat on your ass all day. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself. Had a job. Gotten cut from a sports team. Been called a whore. Danced like a whore. Been mistaken for a celebrity. Been in a car accident. Been told you have beautiful eyes. Been told you have beautiful hair. Raped somebody. Danced in the rain. Been rejected. Walked out of a restaurant without paying. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap, i got a 59%. i tink dats quite bad considerin ryan said his score of 73% was not bad... duno, haf ta check wif him wad e result means, will blog l8r on wad i find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, 2 more quizzes i found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, e love quiz which kim's classmate had given us once verbally, but now i found it, so yah (= plus at dat time she was abit fuzzy on some of e details, so yepp, amy, if u reali wanna noe wad e meanings to some of e qns are, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Test - Imagine that are walking to your boyfriend/girlfriend's house...&lt;br /&gt;Get answers to your questions on love with this short quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.You are walking to your boyfriend/girlfriend's house. There are two roads to get there. One is a straight path which takes you there quickly, but is very plain and boring. The other is curvy and full of wonderful sights on the way, but takes quite a while to reach your loved one's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH PATH DO YOU CHOOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Short or long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.On the way, you see two rose bushes. One is full of white roses. One is full of red roses. You decide to pick 20 roses for your boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOR COMBINATION DO YOU CHOOSE? (Any combination including all one color is fine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.You finally get to your boyfriend/girlfriend's house. You ring the bell and the maid answers. You can ask the maid to please get your loved one, or you may go get them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ACTION DO YOU TAKE?&lt;br /&gt;Ask the maid or do it yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Now, you go up to your girlfriend/boyfriends room. No one is there. You can leave the roses by the windowsill, or on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DO YOU PUT THE ROSES?&lt;br /&gt;Bed or window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Later, its time for bed. You and your loved one go to sleep, in separate rooms. You wake up in the morning, and go to your boyfriend/girlfriend's room to check up on him/her. You enter the room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS HE/SHE AWAKE OR SLEEPING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.It's time to go home now, and you start to head back. You can take either road home now: The plain, boring one thats gets you home fast; or the curvy, sight-filled road that you can just casually take your time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ROAD DO YOU CHOOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Short or long? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Which road do you choose to take to your love's house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads represent your attitude towards falling in love. If you chose the short one, you fall in love quickly and easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you chose the long one, you take your time and do not fall in love easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What combination of roses do you choose to give your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of red roses represent how much you expect to give in a relationship. The number of white roses represent how much you expect in a relationship. Therefore, if a person chose all red with one white, he/she gives 90% in the relationship but expects to receive only 10% back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you ask the maid to get your love, or do you do it yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question shows your attitude in handling relationship problems. If you asked the maid to get your loved one, then you may beat around the bush, maybe asking a third party to intervene. Avoidance of problems runs high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you went and got your loved one yourself, then you are pretty direct. If there is a problem, you confront it and deal with it. You want to work it out right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Where do you put the roses? On the windowsill or on the bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The placement of the roses indictate how often you'd like to see your boyfriend/girlfriend. Placing the roses on the bed means you need lots of reassurance in the relationship, and you'd want to see your loved one every day, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing the roses by the window show that you don't expect or need to see your loved one that often; seeing them just once in a while is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you find your love asleep or awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding your boyfriend/ girlfriend asleep: You accept your loved one the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding them awake: You expect him/her to change for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Which road do you choose to go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short and long roads now represent how long you stay in love. If you chose the short one, you fall out of love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you chose the long one, you tend to stay in love for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as for my ans to e quiz, guys, i can tell ya anytime over drinks, while gals, y'all will juz haf to find out urselves :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, a reali cool quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=90&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 90%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Superman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=85&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 85%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=80&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 80%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Supergirl&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=70&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 70%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Flash&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=70&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 70%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Iron Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=70&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 70%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=55&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 55%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Robin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=50&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 50%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Catwoman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=50&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 50%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Hulk&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=45&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 45%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Batman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=45&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 45%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;You are intelligent, witty, &lt;BR&gt;a bit geeky and have great&lt;BR&gt; power and responsibility.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/spidy.gif"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, im spiderman! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4274423912819027631?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4274423912819027631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4274423912819027631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4274423912819027631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4274423912819027631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-quiz-by-ryan.html' title='another quiz by ryan'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-5543306994538858771</id><published>2007-02-19T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:20:50.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happie chinese new year!</title><content type='html'>yes pple, its dat time of e yr, so frm mi to all my readers, happie money-collecting-food-stuffing-late-nite-gambling-alcohol-overdosing-cholesterol-level-spiking-visiting-e-pple-seen-once-a-yr dae! (= yepp, dat prob sums up most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahx, i feel fat. as atee describes it when i asked how mani meals she had 'one, i just never stopped'. yepp, i myself had lyk, 10 popiahs, some curry, steamboat for reunion dinner n alotta other stuff, insane amts of various new yr goodies very sweet, or very salty, but e keyword is VERY. its crazy. usual lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, here's e gd part. I TINK E ECONOMY ROX! cos yah,comparing e $$$ collected todae wif last yr, its lyk, last time im usuali gettin 2 dollar 4 dollar hongbaos frm my not so close relatives, but now its all in 10, 20 dollars. aka, a shopping trip is expected! (= yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong however was bad, onli managed to win abit )= literally pathetic considerin i was playin wif cousins my age as compared to last time playin against adults. plus last time i used to win more within a shorter time (dere was once i made a huge sum after 2 rounds cos e 2nd round i got 'half colour' and had abt 4-5 "tais". thx God my mom dragged mi away frm e table so i got to keep my winnings n no one could win it baq! :P). bleahx, mahjong's rusty, must improve. though usuali at dis time i'll still be playing. dis yr my stamina's bad, must be cos of too much skoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, dats it so far, nth much left to update. happie hols (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-5543306994538858771?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/5543306994538858771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=5543306994538858771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5543306994538858771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5543306994538858771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/02/happie-chinese-new-year.html' title='happie chinese new year!'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4287687884935084786</id><published>2007-02-18T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:49:59.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna be an m&amp;m</title><content type='html'>hmmm, tot i'll add in a tot goin into e chinese new yr. i guess watching 2 romantic movies in a row, particularly e one abt dis blind guy n e gal dat fell in love wif him (e show was at midnite), yah, reali brought up some stuff i usuali tend to disregard. well, mebbe most guys tend to be quite visual (im sure y'all noe wad i mean), even i am guilty of dat sometimes. so its gd to always stop once in awhile n pause n tink, n rely on ur other senses to perceive stuff (ok yes, stop n smell e roses, hey, dey smell reali sweet). or other times juz to feel, in both meanings of e word la. alotta stuff has happened to mi over e past yr, stuff i'ld probably nv exp (cos of age, skool, other factors, ns coming up) n yes, e singapore skooling lyfestyle dat will be ending soon. oh well, i guess i'll rmb e nice stuff, e gd stuff, e sweet moments, i dunno, lol, always loved chocs when i was small, e raindrops on e window when it was raining in e nite which sparkled as it caught e streetlight below, against e dark quiet backdrop. beautiful. n hearin a nice sweet voice over e fone. i couldnt haf asked 4 more, except to wish she was beside mi. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways okie baq to my tot. i guess to be e perfect guy, one must emulate an m&amp;m! yes, e humble small lill m&amp;m. hard on e outside, soft on e inside to put it simply. hard on e outside as in abit tough, masculine, strong, n oh yes, e colours, colourful!, exciting, flashy?, cute!!!, eye-candy, literally. on e inside, soft, sweet, tasty :P, interesting?, rich (no, not monetary), thoughtful, caring, kindhearted, understanding, sensitive. well, i've tried, to be, i've always tried to be. but lyk anybody, i cant be e perfect m&amp;m )= sighz. i tried my very best. but try as hard as i might, i juz am not enuff, i just fall short. its lyk, mi when i was p6, mugging so hard for psle (i started since feb dat yr u noe) n in e end missing e mark for ri by 1 pt. it reali sux to be sidelined despite all i've been put thru whether it be my will or not. haiz. bleahx, wanted it to be a happie post. nvm la. i still wanna be an m&amp;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4287687884935084786?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4287687884935084786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4287687884935084786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4287687884935084786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4287687884935084786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wanna-be-m.html' title='i wanna be an m&amp;m'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4529151392492367651</id><published>2007-02-13T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:01:15.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>urgh, i so 4got to mention dat 10TH OF FEBURARY WAS MY BDAE!!! (= equals im legal to drink, club and drive (off course not drink AND drive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap i shuldnt put her name above e poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappy dae, got threatened wif gettin retained, reali scary. plus it was e first thing in e morn. everyone juz keep mi in ur prayers, i cant explain, its a long story, but, a  presentation next fri juz separates mi frm being retained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow everything's goin downhill after my bdae )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4529151392492367651?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4529151392492367651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4529151392492367651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4529151392492367651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4529151392492367651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/02/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-9082781409723220118</id><published>2007-02-11T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:10:57.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadly you took my smile away</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, she's bz on vdae )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the precious gems before mi, &lt;br /&gt;y must i fall for e angel &lt;br /&gt;a'fellen frm e sky above&lt;br /&gt;-the onli one i see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eve i saw her was her debut&lt;br /&gt;on the piano, cacophony of major 7ths &lt;br /&gt;aringing, as girl from my dreams meets&lt;br /&gt;smooth rythmic bossa nova flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her being, as if illuminated by&lt;br /&gt;silver moonlight&lt;br /&gt;heart sighed as i recognized that beautiful&lt;br /&gt;angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know its just a crush-&lt;br /&gt;and a crush will never last, long.&lt;br /&gt;but will ephemeral feelings&lt;br /&gt;suit dis lovely girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sparkling neckless of stars&lt;br /&gt;with the rainbow as its chain?&lt;br /&gt;a ring from soft comet's tails entwined&lt;br /&gt;with the silver moon a smilling, on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of these doth she deserves for&lt;br /&gt;she deserves something more.&lt;br /&gt;myself a fool, only 3 days before valentines day&lt;br /&gt;finally realized, yes i've got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll give her my heart pure and true&lt;br /&gt;only worthy as a gift sweetheart for you.&lt;br /&gt;three words, simple, spoken softly:&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, everyone go buy 'Olivia, a girl meets bossa nova 2' its damn good!!! esp track 9 'fade away'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-9082781409723220118?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/9082781409723220118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=9082781409723220118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/9082781409723220118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/9082781409723220118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/02/sadly-you-took-my-smile-away.html' title='sadly you took my smile away'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-5551888623530928953</id><published>2007-01-29T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:06:59.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm, y i dun lyk e rain</title><content type='html'>okie, i noe i havent been updating, lotsa stuff's been happening, lotsa fencing tourneys, lotsa hw n essays, lotsa goin out etc. but oh well, fell sick, dun feel lyk blogging abt e other stuff. btw anyone noes where i can get e chords to some stuff lyk dis song below n mebbe scream by zhang xuan? okie neways i noe dese few daes its been raining, lovely temperature esp in tropical s'pore. but oh well, i din reali lyk e rain over e long hols n i guess dis veh veh veh simple bittersweet song sums it up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌曲名 王菀之 - 我真的受伤了(国) - 王菀之&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;灯光也暗了&lt;br /&gt;音乐低声了&lt;br /&gt;口中的棉花糖也融化了&lt;br /&gt;窗外阴天了&lt;br /&gt;人是无聊了&lt;br /&gt;我的心开始想你了&lt;br /&gt;电话响起了&lt;br /&gt;你要说话了&lt;br /&gt;还以为你心里对我又想念了&lt;br /&gt;怎么你声音变得冷淡了&lt;br /&gt;是你变了&lt;br /&gt;是你变了&lt;br /&gt;灯光熄灭了&lt;br /&gt;音乐静止了&lt;br /&gt;滴下的眼泪已停不住了&lt;br /&gt;天下起雨了&lt;br /&gt;人是不快乐&lt;br /&gt;我的心真的受伤了&lt;br /&gt;我的心真的受伤了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i noe, i've been listening to ALOT of chi radio. i guess at e end of e dae, im still chi afterall, n 'sides, its alot lyk eng poetry. excluding techno n some of e eng translated to chi songs, i reali do love most of e songs dey play on 93.3 n yah la, music-wise its lotsa ballads and R&amp;B! my fav! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-5551888623530928953?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/5551888623530928953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=5551888623530928953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5551888623530928953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/5551888623530928953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/01/hmmm-y-i-dun-lyk-e-rain.html' title='hmmm, y i dun lyk e rain'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-940042361155091544</id><published>2007-01-22T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:52:20.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still feel dis way...</title><content type='html'>sighz, as usual, when i come across emo songs, lyk wad i told angie, i sorta connect to dem n appreciate their complexity n ability to convey e emotions of e songwriter distinctly and clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陶喆&lt;br /&gt;普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;词曲: david tao&lt;br /&gt;等待&lt;br /&gt;我随时随地在等待&lt;br /&gt;做你感情上的依赖&lt;br /&gt;我没有任何的疑问&lt;br /&gt;这是爱&lt;br /&gt;我猜&lt;br /&gt;你早就想要说明白&lt;br /&gt;我觉得自己好失败&lt;br /&gt;从天堂掉落到深渊&lt;br /&gt;多无奈&lt;br /&gt;我愿意改变 (what can i do?)&lt;br /&gt;重新再来一遍(just give me change)&lt;br /&gt;我无法只是普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;感情已那么深&lt;br /&gt;叫我怎么能收手&lt;br /&gt;但你说&lt;br /&gt;i only want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;做个朋友&lt;br /&gt;我在&lt;br /&gt;你心中只是just a friend&lt;br /&gt;不是情人&lt;br /&gt;我感激你对我这样的坦白&lt;br /&gt;但我给你的爱暂时收不回来&lt;br /&gt;so i&lt;br /&gt;我不能只是be your friend&lt;br /&gt;i just can't be your friend&lt;br /&gt;no,no,no,&lt;br /&gt;我不能只是做你的朋友&lt;br /&gt;不能只是做普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-940042361155091544?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/940042361155091544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>another quiz</title><content type='html'>yepp, another quiz dat ryan took n mi being curious, tried it myself. ok admittingly i took it after a long dae, but hey, dats when u're tired n ur guard is down rite? neways e results r nice (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/midas_touch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4004671993916159058?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4004671993916159058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4004671993916159058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4004671993916159058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4004671993916159058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-quiz.html' title='another quiz'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-7521201596531159067</id><published>2007-01-19T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:12:39.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh well</title><content type='html'>oh well, mebbe i shuld switch e content of my blog for awhile. so for e period of 'awhile', i shall juz be blogging my feelings my thoughts, cos e daily stuff most of ya noe it, its happie sometimes sad, sometimes very sad, but well, afterall when u tuck ur feet into bed most of e time onli e happie parts will be left wif u, together wif ur emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, its gonna be emo for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to miss somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; will u be my salt? i'll be ur pepper. always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7521201596531159067?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7521201596531159067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7521201596531159067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7521201596531159067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7521201596531159067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-well.html' title='oh well'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-4930086594073394993</id><published>2007-01-15T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:23:07.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lying under glimmering effervescence&lt;br /&gt;enveloped in a serene black poison&lt;br /&gt;pining upbeat conversations&lt;br /&gt;back and forth, wave after wave&lt;br /&gt;to the rythmn&lt;br /&gt;of thunder and the hurried feet&lt;br /&gt;of tears dyed red, amber and green&lt;br /&gt;cacophony of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it to miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-4930086594073394993?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/4930086594073394993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=4930086594073394993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4930086594073394993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/4930086594073394993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/2007/01/lying-under-glimmering-effervescence.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11837900537965616622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244941.post-2284666926935853039</id><published>2007-01-14T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:14:38.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyk the sun misses the flower&lt;br /&gt;during the winter&lt;br /&gt;looking down from above to find&lt;br /&gt;the world turned cold, destitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer, i got dis frm somewhere, not my own)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-2284666926935853039?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/2284666926935853039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>bleahx</title><content type='html'>ok sighz, alotta stuff happened over e last few daes, but yeah, lets juz put it behind la. lyfe sux. oh well, tired out everydae despite e fact dat we haf so mani free periods due to chi which i dun haf ta take anymore, n e absence of my physics teacher hu unfortunately has some family matters to attend to, but yeah, everytime i come home, i juz crash. bleahx. gyming helps to distract ya, according to isaac my gd pal frm church, n yeah, i did put it into prac durin e hols, but bleahx, when i hit e gym dis sat after an extended break durin e hols (i din needa gym durin e 2nd part of e hols as fencing trg was so highly intensive it was enuff exercise for e entire wk!) so yeah, i tink i kinda overstrained dat dae. also due to e fact dat e lateral bar, e one u pull down to train ur lats n e other arms muscles as well was used by some person when i went in, so i had ta resort to e bench press machine for e first part of e dae. bleahx, arm hurting still, esp when e daes r cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fencing trg ytd din make it better, coach pushed mi so hard dat at 1 pt in time i couldnt hold my sabre anymore, arm was so painful. hell, i bore e pain for most of e trg, was crazy, but yeah, i had to, cos he was training mi to defend n parry (block) e attack, n if i din, i'll get hit la, which was juz as painful. i did get hit, alotta times, bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been pushing off my tok essay for quite sometime, usuali cos i come baq frm skool tired n when i wanna take a nap n wake up l8r to work on my essay, i end up crashin out till morning. weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, haf ta chiong my essay, haf ta stop tinkin abt other stuff, at least for tonite, n reali get down to chionging. but yeah, i tink i caught e flu recently, urgh. headacheeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la, to all e readers out dere, i noe im complaining. bleahx. i'll go do my work n do a proper update l8r. actuali i updated juz cos i wanted to remove dat rather obscene previous post frm being at e top of all e posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutefish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244941-7513719557054004648?l=lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovethecutefishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7513719557054004648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244941&amp;postID=7513719557054004648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7513719557054004648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244941/posts/default/7513719557054004648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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