<?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-14662976</id><updated>2011-11-27T04:09:34.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zeratul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14662976.post-7900234949113871321</id><published>2007-09-19T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:34:23.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zeratul-ng.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://zeratul-ng.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-7900234949113871321?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://zeratul-ng.livejournal.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/7900234949113871321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=7900234949113871321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/7900234949113871321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/7900234949113871321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/09/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-1542833101724006644</id><published>2007-09-12T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:58:05.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Didn't sleep the night before, was just lying on bed so that i could wake up early to go airport.&lt;/span&gt; Waited for Dean, Shuan-na-na and Apple at bus stop for super duper long before their bus came, nearly couldn't get up the bus, had to stand at the door and nearly got squashed by the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;door some more. Reached Terminal 2, met Eileena, went to departure hall, couldn't find Wesley&lt;/span&gt; there. Instead,  we saw Mei Yan and her dad so we talked to her and all, then Sam Sam and Cheryl came. Finally Wesley came, talked a while, then Jo-an and Kandis came, took some &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;pictures. Shuan-na-na, Dean, Eileena, Cheryl and Sam Sam went back to school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keagan came, saw Wesley off, then Jo-an and Kandis went back to school, left Keagan, Apple and me. We went to staff canteen to have breakfast cum lunch, Ivan came. Then we went to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Crystal Jade cause Ivan wanted to drink coffee and eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that Keagan and Apple went off while me and Ivan went to Tanglin Club to take our uniform. Quite a nice staff slacking place in Tanglin Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went home, then went school to meet Shuan-na-na and Cheryl, slacked inside BSC room whole&lt;/span&gt; afternoon. Till 5 plus then we went off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was suppose to msg Apple so she could pei me chat so i won't fall asleep, but i didn't. haha, in &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the end I fell asleep, woke up later than the time i set, luckily wasn't late to meet Shuan-na-na&lt;/span&gt; and Apple at bus stop. went to Terminal 1 this time, saw Sam Sam, her mom and her friend, so sad her sister never come, hahaha, i never see her before ma, don't get wrong idea. (in case Sam &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sam sees this post and shows her sister, hi Sabrina!) hahahaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Cheryl and Xuan came, we went to Macdonald's to have breakfast, the hotcakes with sausage was super duper good and full can. then Keagan came and we sent Sam Sam off, Xuan &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and the friend went off. then we went to viewing gallery in hope of seeing Sam Sam the last&lt;/span&gt; time. Last time i heard her voice on the phone when I called her, then we went to staff canteen cause Keagan wants to eat. slacked there awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went to town, bought donut factory! super no queue can, i only waited 5 minutes to buy the&lt;/span&gt; donuts, but we did not have the craving so only bought 6, the spicy cheese is still as nice, then we walked around suntec, then city link, then raffles city, sleep and slacked alot in between, the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;accessories and clothes in river island is super uber nice can. Cheryl! i book you to go shopping&lt;/span&gt; after our SIP! ahaha. then we went to this shop that sells soup at the basement, had beef goulash, each of us had different kind, super full. then Gerald came, we went to city link, then to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;marina square, then Bryan came, went to Esplanade , i saw Amy, shes still as beautiful as the&lt;/span&gt; last time i saw her, shes now an executive host in the restaurant she works in ready, so capable man. then went to outside Esplanade area to slack, sleep alot over there also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went back to Marina Square Spageddies to have dinner, i only had Tiramisu cause i wasn't&lt;/span&gt; hungry at that time, super nice, cause got kahlua can, hahaah. enjoyed it thoroughly. then chatted inside and everyone go off le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went to Apple's house to take the chocolate cheesecake she made for me! her mother seems&lt;/span&gt; nice but her sister like anti-social liddat, haha, the face so fierce when i look at her. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU APPLE, FOR THE CHOCOLATE CHEESECAKE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tomorrow SIP officially starts for everyone, good luck to everyone, hope i dont mess up man. I &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;am so not looking forward to this but am looking forward to it faster end can. I miss everyone&lt;/span&gt; already, like seriously, even though i just met them today -((. damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-1542833101724006644?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/1542833101724006644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=1542833101724006644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1542833101724006644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1542833101724006644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-sep-didnt-sleep-night-before-was.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-128000127305709079</id><published>2007-09-07T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:27:03.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 Sep(Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Suppose to wake up early to swim, but since I slept at 5 plus am the night before, i didn't. Met&lt;/span&gt; Bryan and Gerald at my house bus stop to go to Pasir Ris. Apple was already waiting for us when we reached. So I shall say sorry to her here for letting her wait, hehe. Sorry Apple! Went &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to White Sands for toilet since Bryan needs it, then look around, met Fuad outside White Sands.&lt;/span&gt; Then we took bus 354 to our chalet, me and Apple went to the food court to have our lunch while Bryan, Gerald and Fuad went to check in first. Had the very nice malay food! haha, totally &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;enjoyed my meal. then went to chalet le, played mahjong, then people start to come, Woon Yah,&lt;/span&gt; Mei Yan, Dean, Kannan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to have a walk with Dean and Gerald at Pasir Ris Park, had some interesting talks. on the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;way back met the others since they just came back from Macdonald's, this time with Shuan-na-&lt;/span&gt;na. Went back chalet slack, played mahjong, card games, watch tv, slack, slack, slack, slack, slack....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;went to Pasir Ris Park, walked inside the maze, alot of red ants! freaking ants, lol, but it was fun&lt;/span&gt; overall. then went to the swamp, walked into the entrance part, then came out cause Fuad felt bad about the over-brightness in the swamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 Sep(Wednesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Didn't sleep, was playing card game. I actually played two sides, tried winning both sides, but&lt;/span&gt; cant. got once lost both sides but overall was okie, kept me awake trying to think so much, then gradually people went to sleep, left Woon Yah, Mei Yan and me playing. played till 9am,  both of &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;them went off, i basically slacked in the chalet looking at people sleep and trying to wake Gerald&lt;/span&gt; up. finally he woke up at 930. i went to swim. halfway, Keagan came and talk to me and went home, then Gerald came and went off for his jogging. 40 minutes later he came and we went &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;back to bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after bath, then i went to sleep. by the time i woke up, Cheryl and Samantha were there le. lol. was so surprised cause when i opened my eyes, i only saw Cheryl, when i went to toilet and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;came out then i saw Samantha, haha. Dean and Apple went home. Went to have BK for lunch,&lt;/span&gt; then Kannan, Cheryl, Samantha and me went to Bedok reservoir sheng shiong to buy the BBQ stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Totally enjoyed my time there, cause we were practically taking alot of stuffs because they were&lt;/span&gt; so cheap, taking alot of plastic bags was also enjoyable! haha. lucky no one caught me. cabbed back to the chalet, saw Wesley. there was this one big pack of sweets. the other guys spend $52 &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;playing the arcade trying to catch sweets and win jackpot de. omg. 52 bucks for so lousy sweets&lt;/span&gt; and so little some more. then Gerald went to start fire, played abit with the firestarter, lol, was fun trying to start the fire. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;start cooking! Kannan and Bryan went off. Dean and Apple came back, Pearllyn came, Xuan&lt;/span&gt; came, Keagan came. so happy to see them! it was fun trying to keep food for ourselves with Shuan-na-na and Samantha. Wesley invented a new way of BBQ-ing marshmellows. haha. then &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Xuan and Pearllyn went off le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 Sep(Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went outside chalet to play the catch sweet game again, Shuan-na-na kena jackpot! so shocked cause it was unintentional. he didnt even drop any sweets, it was the sweets move itself de, he &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;never move the machines at all. lol. then played at the arcade, the guys practically played alot of&lt;/span&gt; games at the basketball machine, trying to break the record. then went near the satay club there, plyed the thumb game, loser have to eat sweets, lol. biggest winner of sweets should be &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Gerald ba. lol. sent Wesley off, should be the last time i am seeing him ba. went to Pasir Ris&lt;/span&gt; Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went into the swamp again, this time really walked alot, cam out on exit, the girls and Kannan &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and Keagan went back to chalet. Bryan, Dean, Shuan-na-na, Fuad, Gerald and me went back in&lt;/span&gt; to complete the rest of the swamp. 6 people and 12 people walking had alot of difference, we 6 guys totally kept quiet throughout and it actually felt creepy. lol. walked inside, came to a dead &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;end, walked the other side, came to a tower, didn't proceed on, we just turned back and walked&lt;/span&gt; out. went back to chalet, found out all the BBQ stuffs kena stolen, we suspect its a chalet two blocks away from us, all our charcoals and firestarters were gone, but come to think of it, might &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;be the cleaner throw away for us. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talked about our encounters in the swamp. then gradually everyone start to sleep, when i slept. Keagan, Kannan, Shuan-na-na, Cheryl, Dean haven't sleep. when i woke up, Bryan, Gerald, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Fuad, Mei Yan, Kannan, Shuan-na-na, Keagan were gone le. cleared up the chalet, then checked&lt;/span&gt; out with Dean, Apple, Cheryl and Samantha. Samantha's mom came to pick her home, then us four took the shuttle bus to White Sands, Cheryl bought a waffle while I bought 6 Yummy &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;donuts, quite small, definitely not worth the price for the size, but the taste i thought was quite&lt;/span&gt; good. then took bus 15 with Cheryl and went home le. Thank you guys for spending my last days with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-128000127305709079?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/128000127305709079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=128000127305709079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/128000127305709079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/128000127305709079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-septuesday-suppose-to-wake-up-early.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-5947870558449087503</id><published>2007-09-01T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:46:47.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/Rthh9TtQj2I/AAAAAAAAABU/_JZ7ALidIkg/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104937883514474338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/Rthh9TtQj2I/AAAAAAAAABU/_JZ7ALidIkg/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-5947870558449087503?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/5947870558449087503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=5947870558449087503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/5947870558449087503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/5947870558449087503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/09/emo.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/Rthh9TtQj2I/AAAAAAAAABU/_JZ7ALidIkg/s72-c/Picture+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14662976.post-2968117903036985140</id><published>2007-08-04T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T07:12:47.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went for a swim in the afternoon, was feeling so good under the hot afternoon sun.&lt;/span&gt; Shall swim more often. heh -)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then around 3 plus went to watch The Simpsons with Kannan, Roye and Raymond &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Foo. Very funny show with the spider-pig, spider-pig song still in my mind now. But&lt;/span&gt; definitely not worth the money for a 75 minute movie. I would suggest going to cheap place like Princess to watch this show. Laughed throughout the whole thing I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hmm, maybe later going to the coffeeshop near Kannan's house to slack with&lt;/span&gt; Kannan and Roye. But they haven't called so I am guessing it's gonna be very late when they call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jaa ne for now. Oh, I still feel as bad as I was for this past week. Don't ask me why&lt;/span&gt; because I won't tell you, close friends will know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-2968117903036985140?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/2968117903036985140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=2968117903036985140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2968117903036985140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2968117903036985140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/08/went-for-swim-in-afternoon-was-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-2575714113745092695</id><published>2007-08-02T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T06:13:31.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ratatouille is so nice. "Anyone Can Cook" that's so true. Very nice ending with the&lt;/span&gt; rats all dining like they are in fine-dining restaurant liddat and the food critique end up liking their food and don't mind lemmy being the one who cook his food. I hope it &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;also applies in our lives now. Like anyone can cook thingy, as long as one is willing to&lt;/span&gt; learn, definitely he can cook. -)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-2575714113745092695?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/2575714113745092695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=2575714113745092695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2575714113745092695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2575714113745092695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/08/ratatouille-is-so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-3687820458017097709</id><published>2007-08-02T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:21:41.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You suck -)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It hurts so much just thinking of the minor everythings you could have done for me but didnt. I really want to know what happen everyday. I know I can never let go of you, let alone hate you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lies upon lies&lt;br /&gt;truth hidden in the teeth of lies&lt;br /&gt;deceit aplenty, malingering flows,&lt;br /&gt;earth spinning , only truth i know&lt;br /&gt;that is , till the day i chanced upon u&lt;br /&gt;like i stumbled upon hidden treasure in open fields.&lt;br /&gt;dreamy , innocent and doe eyed,&lt;br /&gt;first thoughts i set unto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picture you ,&lt;br /&gt;in every frame i hold, or possess.&lt;br /&gt;I see you ,&lt;br /&gt;in every angle of a square , road and street&lt;br /&gt;Your soul,&lt;br /&gt;ebbed in the deepest parts of my mind , thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Your demure face ,&lt;br /&gt;appearing in my dreams one time too many,&lt;br /&gt;that neither could i trust nor distinguish between dreams and reality.&lt;br /&gt;They say ,&lt;br /&gt;honey darling sweetheart ,&lt;br /&gt;how could i ever compare u to these words of endearment,&lt;br /&gt;for they are mere plain words incomparable to my one true you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never once forgot the first touch of your hands.&lt;br /&gt;Warmth and joy flooded my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Simple and sweet gestures never fail to linger in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful moments were like running on the plains of barley.&lt;br /&gt;Naïve as I am , to think that till death do us part existed.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the present,&lt;br /&gt;Warmth seem to sap out from your hands&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cold , as if in the harshest of winter.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet nothings, tales of lies , are the only truth I hear now.&lt;br /&gt;Plains of barley turned into the sorrows of  deep winter ,&lt;br /&gt;I see no boundaries, me standing alone in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Irony and contradicting as it seems,&lt;br /&gt;The one that taught me how to love, taught me how to hate as well….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-3687820458017097709?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/3687820458017097709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=3687820458017097709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/3687820458017097709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/3687820458017097709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-suck-it-hurts-so-much-just-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-2029294322578043522</id><published>2007-08-01T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:22:47.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- I love to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stitch&lt;/span&gt;, even though many people I do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stitching&lt;/span&gt; but not many know i actually love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- My first ambition was to be a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;policeman&lt;/span&gt;, that was because in my room there is a baton which my father used to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- I love to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cook&lt;/span&gt;, but in actual fact i don't really know how to. the only times I actually cook right was in culinary where there are equipments and ingredients provided. I will not be able to cook the same in my own house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- I actually has a little passion in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dancing,&lt;/span&gt; but have never learnt before and don't have the quality to do that too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- I actually love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reading story books&lt;/span&gt;. just that i don't have much time for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-  I am more towards the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; side, so if there is ever a racism against malay, I will help them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- My table has not been tidied for years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- I was from the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;environmental club&lt;/span&gt; back in primary four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- I love to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt; but my singing ain't that good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- I tend to read &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;horoscope&lt;/span&gt; books and calculations whenever I get my hands on newspapers or related books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Like Samantha, i too miss my &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;. I can still picture him in my mind now and theres a picture of him and my mom in my room. 8 years le still can't forget. I really regret not spending enough time with him even though I spent the most time with him in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Even though I always quarrel with my family, I rely alot on my brother and my mom. Without my mom working her ass off, there will not be me and my brother today, we will be outside working to support ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I am a very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shy&lt;/span&gt; boy, when faced with stranger girls, I normally just remain quiet which leads to people thinking i am anti-social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I hate myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I don't know why i pierced my ear two years back. Just pierced because my friend pierced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I love e math and a math but I hate statistics, accounting and calculus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I actually don't have an interest in some stuffs, but just to make people happy i pretend I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I am a very gullible person. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I still sleep in the same room with my mom. just cause my house only have two rooms and my brother got one and i don't sleep with him cause his room got no air-con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyone want to do just do la. Don't want name people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-2029294322578043522?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/2029294322578043522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=2029294322578043522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2029294322578043522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2029294322578043522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/08/each-player-of-this-game-starts-off.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-1040165135945435965</id><published>2007-08-01T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:49:58.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate it when you break promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate it when you ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate it when you don't reply me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate it when you don't answer my calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shawn wants me to put he says "hi" here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate it when you purposely don't talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But, I will still love you no matter what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-1040165135945435965?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/1040165135945435965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=1040165135945435965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1040165135945435965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1040165135945435965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-it-when-you-break-promises.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-1788486013269831480</id><published>2007-08-01T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:46:31.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went to BSC sub comm camp. had breakfast at Mac with kannan and sharyl. then&lt;/span&gt; went for camp in school le. end up is Goofay with Woonyah, Vivien, Jonathan. Had Samantha as our FA. played ice breaking games. find it kinda boring, then after that &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;had lunch, then went to play station games or was station games before lunch,&lt;/span&gt; whatever la. quite good meals the camp had, then make flag then learn business dance, mass dance and chicky dance -.- then performance night, my group did quite &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;well. at least got one full performance la. then night walk. awesome night walk done&lt;/span&gt; by the DSC people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran around TP just to get breakfast, stupid planning, like just woke up and made us &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;run around. then suddenly stop at amphitheatre and eat breakfast. very sudden&lt;/span&gt; change, no wonder so many people sick la. haix. my group won third for sandwich making, then in the end while they were playing game, i slacked at the top of the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;amphitheatre, talked to nicholas. then talked to maybelle. then went back to business&lt;/span&gt; school to sleep. wasnt feeling well. battle of the sexes was funny, even though i never joined cause still wasnt feeling well. then went to lunch, claps to kandis for drinking &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so much 'chup'. haha. then went for final showdown le. my group won the final&lt;/span&gt; showdown, so in the end Goofay got best group for the camp. YAY. haha. went for dinner at techno with gunawan, sharyl, tk and wing. then went home le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;finished my bus ent and destination presentation today, quite ok la. at least got&lt;/span&gt; finish. haha. YAY. thats why now can slack alot le. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-1788486013269831480?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/1788486013269831480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=1788486013269831480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1788486013269831480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1788486013269831480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/08/28-july-went-to-bsc-sub-comm-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-8657265449969151648</id><published>2007-07-30T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T04:44:41.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saw this online, think its funny, at least for emo people like me. hahaaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="422" alt="toothpaste for dinner" src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/050807/emoticopter.gif" width="619" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/"&gt;toothpastefordinner.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-8657265449969151648?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/8657265449969151648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=8657265449969151648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/8657265449969151648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/8657265449969151648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/07/saw-this-online-think-its-funny-at.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-6386290981645730065</id><published>2007-07-26T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:58:01.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Had my OB presentation cum role play today, quite ok la. but we were over time, like&lt;/span&gt; took so much time on the role play la. haha. but overall it was very fun la. had loadsa laughter in OB class today. so this means one presentation down, 2 more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so much has been happening i just realise that this year pass by very fast. i just hope&lt;/span&gt; it will all end asap and i will do my best to make it. damn pissed now. at alot of stuffs including myself. seriously all the dumb shits. poly students behaving this way. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;fucking dont believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-6386290981645730065?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/6386290981645730065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=6386290981645730065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/6386290981645730065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/6386290981645730065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/07/had-my-ob-presentation-cum-role-play.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-8389341196474673921</id><published>2007-07-23T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T03:52:39.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What'&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/14662976-8389341196474673921?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/8389341196474673921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=8389341196474673921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/8389341196474673921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/8389341196474673921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/07/keys-to-your-heart-you-are-attracted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-1025914352788513346</id><published>2007-07-23T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T03:41:01.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Organisational Behaviour                    24 Aug 07 (Fri)    19:00 to 21:00 BS26-04-02/03 seat 57&lt;br /&gt;Destination Planning &amp; Development 27 Aug 07 (Mon)  14:30 to 16:30 BS26-04-11/12  seat 15&lt;br /&gt;Business Calculus                                   31 Aug 07 (Fri)     14:30 to 16:30 Sports Hall          seat 931&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's my test timetable, quite good to study but not good for holiday. in between got days to study but drag so long very emotionally draining for me. haha. hope can pass -)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-1025914352788513346?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/1025914352788513346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=1025914352788513346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1025914352788513346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1025914352788513346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/07/organisational-behaviour-24-aug-07-fri.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-1081162109047177474</id><published>2007-07-19T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T10:19:12.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This post is for Shi Hui, my very good group mate. Really wanna thank you for&lt;/span&gt; tolerating me for this business enterprise project. I always don't understand the terms and need you to explain to me. Even though you very stress but still explain to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;me and tell me what to do. Just wanna say thank you for helping me with the project,&lt;/span&gt; even though it's our part together. -)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-1081162109047177474?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/1081162109047177474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=1081162109047177474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1081162109047177474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1081162109047177474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-post-is-for-shi-hui-my-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-6276188569937480192</id><published>2007-07-05T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T07:51:25.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Had my LAW presentation today, quite nervous. Luckily its group by group go in and present,&lt;/span&gt; not whole class sit in. Was the last group cause we were the last to reach. First two groups had lappy and they damn selfish, don't wanna lend other groups, like damn shit la leave people to die &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;on their own. What are classmates for man. Its like when they came out of the classroom, I look&lt;/span&gt; at their faces like bo chup the other groups. Then still give that triumphant face. Luckily I borrowed lappy from Wesley. Lent the third group, they finished their presentation. Then lent &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;fourth group, they don't know how to use, so its like the teacher tell them to start first, while I&lt;/span&gt; fix for them. After first two slides then i opened it up for them. They present halfway lappy no batt, sad. My group was like damn kan chiong, then I go look for Wesley for the wire. In the end, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;he lost the wire. So we thought of another solution. In the end we used the visualizer straight&lt;/span&gt; point on the slides we printed out and put on projector. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quite happy with our presentation, teacher even said it was one of the best group she had seen &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so far, and its like thursday. So we are one of the last few groups having tutorial for the week.&lt;/span&gt; that means there may be only one or two groups after us, so that means our group may score quite high for our project. YEY -)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-6276188569937480192?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/6276188569937480192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=6276188569937480192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/6276188569937480192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/6276188569937480192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/07/had-my-law-presentation-today-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-7949890479302330320</id><published>2007-07-05T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:15:28.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Had dinner at Simpang Bedok with Sharyl, Apple, Kandis, Daniel Goh, Shawn, Kannan and Din.&lt;/span&gt; After eating, we went the hawker centre upstairs to play cards. Played fate game for Kandis and Daniel goh, then we played 55. KB came and meet us, then we continued playing 55. Meanwhile, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kannan, Shawn and KB went missing, and came back with a Sara Lee sponge cake with whipped&lt;/span&gt; cream, one big candle and 8 hershey kisses on top. Celebrated Apple's birthday, then they played with the whipped cream. Me and KB were the only two guys who never kena whipped &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;cream, haha. Then went home le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Aloy lee got something against me can, keep shooting me, even threaten me to make me stay back till 4.1, i seriously got do my stuffs back in year two. Not alot but i really did my staff &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;for CRS. He got this impression that i am a slacker can. Dont let me know anyone talk about me&lt;/span&gt; behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to have dinner at Simpang Bedok with Shawn, Wesley and Din. In the end they &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;changed to KFC opposite TP. Went there with Zhen Kai, Din, Wesley, Apple and Shawn. Chatted&lt;/span&gt; abit and laughed alot. Then went home, sorry guys i suddenly walk off, just emo-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-7949890479302330320?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/7949890479302330320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=7949890479302330320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/7949890479302330320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/7949890479302330320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-july-had-dinner-at-simpang-bedok-with.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-6568800611933746872</id><published>2007-06-26T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:10:41.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saw this from KB's blog again, here's the website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/Rn_nBa2GZOI/AAAAAAAAABM/uBFmikIqJow/s1600-h/color109.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080032916269327586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/Rn_nBa2GZOI/AAAAAAAAABM/uBFmikIqJow/s400/color109.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1)Purple Wolf types of people tend to be pretentious in attitudes and clothes (damn). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2)Because, you act very bald wherever you are, and your behavior is rather inconsiderate, people at first, think you are difficult to get on with (Double damn). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3)But you are really a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;very honest man&lt;/span&gt;, and once understood, you are &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;liked by many people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4)Although you seem to be idealistic, you have sociality as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5)You &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;work hard&lt;/span&gt; and persistently to your goal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6)You put priority on experience when making decision, and will put that into action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7)You are &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;good natured man&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8)You may be taken advantage of, and inflict loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9)Sometimes you turn to drinks to get away from that stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10)You dislike common things, and will insist your own ways of thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11)You can provide an impetus to ordinary every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12)Good fortunes, naturaly comes to your side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13)Even if you don't put in great effort, you can be successful by the works and help of the others around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14)You are also born lucky financially and materially. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15)You are weak on making quick decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16)Although you are not good at work that requires quick decision making, you have a sense of planning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17)If you have someone who can put your plan into action, you will be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conclusion: You are a very very nice person, one who is nicer than KB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-6568800611933746872?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/6568800611933746872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=6568800611933746872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/6568800611933746872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/6568800611933746872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/06/saw-this-from-kbs-blog-again-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/Rn_nBa2GZOI/AAAAAAAAABM/uBFmikIqJow/s72-c/color109.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14662976.post-2304211899357514201</id><published>2007-06-25T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T07:57:20.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Did this analysis of my past life, got it from KB's blog. The website's here:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your past life diagnosis:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern North India around the year 1650. Your profession was that of a medic, surgeon or herbalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Your brief psychological profile in your past life:You had the mind of a scientist, always seeking new explanations. Your environment often misunderstood you, but respected your knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:Your lesson is to study, to practice and to use the wisdom that lies within the psychological sciences and in ancient manuscripts. With strong faith and hard work you will reach your real destiny in your present life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I think it's kinda not true, haha. Definitely I ain't someone who study practice and use wisdom within the psychological sciences and ancient manuscripts. I don't wanna be a 'antique' kinda man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-2304211899357514201?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/2304211899357514201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=2304211899357514201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2304211899357514201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2304211899357514201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/06/did-this-analysis-of-my-past-life-got.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-6267230438944577023</id><published>2007-06-18T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:45:57.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went fishing with Janson, Kenny and Alan at Changi beach in the midnight. Bought&lt;/span&gt; nasi lemak for supper, while we were waiting for fishes to get hooked, we had the delicious nasi lemak. Waited till like 3 plus, only caught one small catfish, then got &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;one time fishing line break. We even found a floating soccer ball, they were like omg&lt;/span&gt; it's a head. Turned out to be a soccer ball HAHA. After awhile, wedecided to switch location. This time,  we went to another side of Changi beach. Reached then prepared &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;everything. While waiting, I actually fell asleep by the roadside, can't imagine how I&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep with all the cars zooming past. I woke up around 5 plus, found everyone gone. Before long, got call came. Quite obvious they were playing prank on me, so I &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;just waited there till they come out. Then went home le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up around afternoon, went to Donut Factory to buy donuts, had subway for dinner. Then went to TM to watch Pirates of the Caribbean 3: To the World's End. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Very nice movie. Funny too. Love the monkey lots. my favourite animal, too bad&lt;/span&gt; can't have one. Then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;14 Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to town with my brother walk around. Then went techno meet Din, Shawn, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Keagan and his gf to have dinner. After that met Kannan and Roy to go to Lulu&lt;/span&gt; house. We slacked there the whole night, watched horror movie at her house, drank alcohol(super diluted you can't taste anything one) and did silly stuffs at &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Macdonald's. Then went home taking first bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;15 Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went TP, go gym. Met Gerald, Bryan, Fuad and Keagan at badminton court, then had subway cookies for lunch. Then went home. Got this construction in my brother's &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;room recently, don't know why he must renovate his room when all the other areas&lt;/span&gt; in the house is still the same, all his stuffs are around the house, so irritating, blocking the way and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;16 Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Supposed to go do community service, but someone cancel. Haha. Nvm, give me&lt;/span&gt; chance to sleep more since I slept at like 4 plus am the day before. Miraculously, I slept through the noise coming from the renovation till around 3 plus pm. Then &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;slacked at home whole day. Met Kannan, Din and Shawn at Changi Airport. Slacked&lt;/span&gt; through the night there, around 5 plus am went to meet the LOM people. Saw Xuan and Samantha, sent them off. Samantha damn dao, from the time she reached she &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;never even talk to me, msg also don't bother to reply (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAO KIA&lt;/span&gt;!!!). Then had&lt;/span&gt; breakfast at T2 staff canteen. Went home, almost had no keys to go home, my keys dropped on the bus. Luckily the uncle who sat beside me saw it and told Din and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Shawn about it. They two good guys, dropped the next stop and walk back just to pass&lt;/span&gt; me the keys -). Then went home and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;17 Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At night, went to Ikea with my brother, first time there, damn big can. Seriously can &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;lose the way there de. Saw alot of nice stuffs. Too bad i am not in need for them. Then&lt;/span&gt; went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-6267230438944577023?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/6267230438944577023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=6267230438944577023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/6267230438944577023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/6267230438944577023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/06/11-jun-went-fishing-with-janson-kenny.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-8424096738544453065</id><published>2007-06-10T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:20:33.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Woke up at like 7.45 in the morning,  went Raffles City to buy donuts from donut&lt;/span&gt; factory. Had lotsa fun there, got to know this blogger, Kevin, who goes around Singapore looking for food. AND, I will be in one of the videos in his blog(not sure &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;about this though)! Here's his blog:"theory.isthereason.com". Quite a nice blog&lt;/span&gt; actually, talks about interesting stuffs. Ha. Had a jolly good day travelling around, then finally back at TP. Slacked in BSC room a while before leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Was playing game when Apple called around 6 plus pm? Complained to me about her&lt;/span&gt; hair and all, then ask me pei her buy stuffs near Hougang mall, so being the good guy that I always am(HAHA), i agreed la. Met Apple at Hougang bus interchange at &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;around 7.30, then walked one big round and reached her destination. Bought her&lt;/span&gt; stuffs, then we went to Hougang Mall and shopped(Yes, finally did some shopping)! Bought 4 ear studs. Then bought some apple hair clips for Apple since she wanted it. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Then, walked around Hougang Mall, then went to Techno to meet them. At first&lt;/span&gt; thought got my ah-ma(s) and Kok Guan and Ryan, but when reached there only got Shawn, Din and Wesley. So just ordered food lo, in the end they three went one &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;corner had minor meeting. So it's like no difference if me and Apple just ate in&lt;/span&gt; Hougang instead of meeting them. Then now at home lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr D is back for me. Somehow, this time seems worse. I even had difficulty breathing when I was washing my face just now. I keep having images of stuffs that I myself imagined. And always have this thinking there's something scary waiting for me. Just scared of this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-8424096738544453065?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/8424096738544453065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=8424096738544453065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/8424096738544453065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/8424096738544453065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/06/woke-up-at-like-7.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-156520950798073853</id><published>2007-06-07T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T06:56:06.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hmm, just came home. Was quite a good, fun and happy day for me. Met my friends&lt;/span&gt; from TAS. Nice cake for lunch. Mini soccer. Till after dinner at techno, my guess has finally been confirmed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Should I be emo-ing now? I think I should, my heart felt like it's been pierced. But,&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't I have felt it when I first guessed it? I don't know why only until now then I feel the pain. Why didn't I just commit suicide when I was in year one, so I don't have &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to face such troublesome stuffs. Or maybe I should have just ran to the road just now&lt;/span&gt; like what I have thought of. I shall now heed Althea Jie Jie's advice. Well, in any case, I thank everyone who encouraged me and who have kept me company these few &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;days. Well, my heart still hurts now. I seriously feel like I have alot to say but I just&lt;/span&gt; can't think of anything to type out now. Well, until then, till I finally do what I should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-156520950798073853?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/156520950798073853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=156520950798073853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/156520950798073853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/156520950798073853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmm-just-came-home.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-213204749540984953</id><published>2007-06-02T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:26:19.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;28/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Skipped destination lecture with Wesley, had lunch at Mensa 2 with him, Woon Yah and Gerald.&lt;/span&gt; Then after that went to A1 bubble tea with Gerald and Jacqueline. Talked quite a while. All cock stuff.Then went home and took a nap, suppose to wake up 3 hours later, but had a really bad &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dream. One that I would most never want to think of at this moment. Then evening went to&lt;/span&gt; meet Din, Sharyl and Kannan at Techno, had dinner. After eating we went to the coffee shop beside KFC and meet Lou-lin ah ma and Patricia(my Pat khaki)(Pat as in our names ah, not pet &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ah). Then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;31/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was finishing up my Business Chinese 600 words compo on 2 favourite parts in China. I did on musical instrument and martial arts. Haha. In the end around evening time then finally &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;completed, had 800 plus words. Not bad, first time writing chinese compo that exceed 500&lt;/span&gt; words. Quite sad while chatting with Althea Jie Jie online, she's leaving soon. Hope to be able to send her off during her departure. And of course hope to be able to go out as a programme comm together before she leaves. Chatted with Althea Jie Jie alot of stuffs, chat till quite happy, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suppose to wake up at 8, but woke up at around 6 plus instead. Think i subconsciously got worried about my mom. Just when I open my eyes, I hear the main door close shut, meaning &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;my mom has left for Malaysia. Hope she's fine over there. Quite happy today, at least I know I&lt;/span&gt; never spend today doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-213204749540984953?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/213204749540984953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=213204749540984953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/213204749540984953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/213204749540984953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/06/285-skipped-destination-lecture-with.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-7436618194265191565</id><published>2007-04-24T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:19:15.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;19th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Business week zero orientation. Woke up late for programme meeting. Supposed to&lt;/span&gt; meet at 6.30am at TCC, but I woke up only at 6.30am when Althea call me. Chiong all the way. bath damn fast. and took the bicycle to main gate then brisk walk to west &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;gate. Luckily when I reached TCC still having programme briefing and no freshies&lt;/span&gt; were there yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then came the registration, i was stationed at HTM counter. Saw a few dunman &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;people. then saw my cousin. all htm de. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;den after dat is all de video n stuff lo. den got performance by tp indian dance and blazers and the dance ensemble ppl. saw dis pretty girl frm blazers de. nw back at tp. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;will see her more. at least i tink pretty la. haha. ok lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;den went thru all de activities blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;20th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not late today. haha. reached LT21 at like 6.15am. slept on the bench while waiting &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;for them. then went inside lt21 and slp while waiting for them again. den went to do&lt;/span&gt; the yellow cloth use to tie around our hands. after dat realli got nothin to do. jus hang ard the concourse area. den after their talk with the course manager the programme &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;comm n foodmin went to kope food to eat. eat like theres no tomorrow. haha. cos all&lt;/span&gt; haven eat breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after dat went to sports hall le. played olympiad. damn disappointed. cos business &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;school always win the olympiad but dis year we onli got third.. den went to regatta at&lt;/span&gt; bedok reservoir le. heng business won regatta. den we won overall champion. yeyness. haha. the long anticipated award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;was damn happy cos we won the champion for third consecutive year le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at nite went back tp stay overnight wif din, kannan, lao cai and long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;21st April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;supposed to wake up at 7am to help clear BSC room, but everyone woke up late. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;freakin officially wake up at 1pm. haha. den start to clear room 3-20. push evereythin&lt;/span&gt; into BSC room, wait till another dae den clear the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went for dinner wif KJ, wine, red, vickie, and their 2 frens at century square the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Han's. had sirloin steak. lol. dun eat mushroom sauce de. mus eat de black pepper&lt;/span&gt; sauce. haha. den went hm le lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-7436618194265191565?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/7436618194265191565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=7436618194265191565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/7436618194265191565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/7436618194265191565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/04/19th-april-business-week-zero.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-6245053068877588838</id><published>2007-04-06T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:00:37.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Just back from SL camp. I am actually in the program committee, so I am one of the&lt;/span&gt; 18 people who actually plans the activities and execute them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the first day, we actually had station games. This requires every team to go around &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the school to different places and play different games. At my station, they actually&lt;/span&gt; had to blindfold themselves and go through a maze by crawling under the tables till they find any exit, be it the correct one or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Second day, they had to go for high element. Kinda like flying fox or those kind you&lt;/span&gt; climb up a high pole and jump to catch somehing or walk across a pole to another place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Last day, we had outside school games. Meaning they have to go out of school and&lt;/span&gt; around the town to different places to play games again. My station requires them to use stuffs on themselves to carry water from one pail to another.  Had alot of fun from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last activity of the day, all teams had a "lollipop". A lollipop is made by connecting a hoola hoop to the end of a pole and using newspapers to cover the inner circle of the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hoola hoop. All teams were given water bombs and they had to actually break other&lt;/span&gt; teams lollipop using the water bombs. Of course, there were defenders too. So it actually made the game difficult because in addition to the aiming of yourself, there &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;are defenders to block off the the people who actually aim correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-6245053068877588838?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/6245053068877588838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=6245053068877588838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/6245053068877588838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/6245053068877588838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-back-from-sl-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-2071302551791719579</id><published>2007-03-24T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:01:25.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ha. wanted to blog last week but nv. heh. went to my new work place at sizzler at&lt;/span&gt; suntec tower two. was chef. learnt all the frying stuffs. so now all the frying stuffs is i do de. omg. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. alot of stuffs nid frying ok. worked for two &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;days. den until now havent book my next workin day yet. still deciding whether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; wanna settle there nt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;three nites ago went out wif janson shawn n shawn's friends to e games. played swat &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4 practically de whole nite. den went to dis hawker centre at newton to eat. practically&lt;/span&gt; de food there all same variety la. onli got BBQ food. malay food and noodle stall. nothing else. so many stalls but all sell same stuffs. omg. nua there till like 5.50am &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;den go off. had breakfast at coffee shop wif janson den went home to slp. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two nites ago went out wif guni n janson to orchard tower dis pub call dis-cussion pub at third or fourth level i tink.  den dis pub got those gers will sit down beside u n tok to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;u de. haha. omg. lucky no one sat beside me. janson got one but he nv tok to her.&lt;/span&gt; make de ger sit alone there. guni one is his fren so of cos gt tok la. den got dis very very very cute ger oso one of em de. but thru out de whole nite she nv come our table. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;look ard my age de. haha. whole nite i tink onli look at her lo. got drunk. i mean realli&lt;/span&gt; drunk. stupid cups n cups of vodka lime and martell. in de end had supper at the hawker near the youth park de. den took cab home wif em n guni's dat ger fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ytd nite played game whole nite until morning 7 den off. den went to bed but cant slp.&lt;/span&gt; so on comp n play game again. until now. haven slp until. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-2071302551791719579?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/2071302551791719579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=2071302551791719579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2071302551791719579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2071302551791719579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/03/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-5564919379856790169</id><published>2007-03-13T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T08:52:31.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea. Just showing everyone how good my brother is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just scolded me knn, fucking hell, cb. just cause his game lagged!! Amazing how anyone can blame others for minor stuffs right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-5564919379856790169?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/5564919379856790169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=5564919379856790169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/5564919379856790169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/5564919379856790169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/03/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-2829790494558298714</id><published>2007-03-12T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T07:50:16.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Seriously, there are just some things in life which makes you pissed no matter what you never did or knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First up, I want to thank god for giving me such a good brother. Always blaming me for slow internet speed and saying I am downloading stuffs when I am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Second, I want to thank god again for giving me such a good mom. For always siding my brother and adding to&lt;/span&gt; my already-so-bothering problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Third, I want to thank god again and again for making me such a person. For having such a good temper where &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I can endure for so long despite occassional repeatings of the same problem again and again from my oh-so-&lt;/span&gt;good brother and mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lastly, I want to thank my brother for always using money to threaten me, knowing I have to depend on them &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;financially. Makes me want to thrive harder, or maybe just quit school and start working to show them I am&lt;/span&gt; not financially dependant on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a fairly tiring day, actually did nothing at home the whole day. Evening went to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;swim with Janson at Tampines Safra. Saw Kenny working there as a lifeguard as&lt;/span&gt; usual. Then play game until now. Too tired to carry on the argument with the two financial providers, just keep quiet. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-2829790494558298714?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/2829790494558298714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=2829790494558298714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2829790494558298714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/2829790494558298714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/03/seriously-there-are-just-some-things-in.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-7817758044318133419</id><published>2007-03-02T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:02:45.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Had my last exam paper at 7-9pm just now. damn happy. haha. finally no more exams. during&lt;/span&gt; lunch today, i saw chef phua, chef ng, chef fam and CHEF JOYCE!!! so happy seeing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can pass my fm n mice exams. HOPE la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Was suppose to go watch movie. but reached TM and found out no more shows le. cause today is&lt;/span&gt; thursday. so went to bedok 511 for dinner. had kidney mee sua. omelette. sting ray. roti john and carrot cake. lol. damn alot. hahaha. sumptious meal lol. happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and omg. i found out a secret involving me. hahaha. damn funny i dropped my fork while eating&lt;/span&gt; carrot cake. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now its games all the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-7817758044318133419?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/7817758044318133419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=7817758044318133419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/7817758044318133419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/7817758044318133419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/03/had-my-last-exam-paper-at-7-9pm-just.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-8904319451063456116</id><published>2007-02-19T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T10:49:42.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;woot. back home le. i am a happy boy today. got 142 for my total ang bao money, after&lt;/span&gt; minusing what i gave my mom. yey. can return my debts le. my bestest cousin meng siang changed alot le. now got pierce ear. his spectacles also changed to those stylish &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;kind. haha. changed damn alot. ok i just realised how random i am to suddenly talk&lt;/span&gt; about my bestest cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feel damn happy today. haha. now cant sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;sorrys dianas nevers message yous tos reports homes. lets yous sleeps mores whats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-8904319451063456116?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/8904319451063456116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=8904319451063456116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/8904319451063456116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/8904319451063456116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/02/woot.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-5186534267766242106</id><published>2007-02-18T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:49:54.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/RdgOoe2OzUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4OJepk6xI1M/s1600-h/FriHTB2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032788672224611650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/RdgOoe2OzUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4OJepk6xI1M/s400/FriHTB2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;this is the last pic my culi class took wif chef joyce. she going to tp. which means i will&lt;/span&gt; still see her. this is the group that really gives me memories. the first class that makes me cry when thinking that i am going to leave them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/RdgOou2OzVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T7sq_XLRSzQ/s1600-h/FriHTB3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032788676519578962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/RdgOou2OzVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T7sq_XLRSzQ/s400/FriHTB3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;second pic wif chef joyce. i now regret that i never take pic with them on the last dae&lt;/span&gt; of culi. now i wun b able to c them again. oh man. onli left marketing exam where i get to see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/RdgLze2OzRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vFy-IEbu22s/s1600-h/33025715641542l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032785562668289298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/RdgLze2OzRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vFy-IEbu22s/s320/33025715641542l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;found this pic somewhere. i forgot when and where we took dis le. lol. haha. seriously&lt;/span&gt; forgetful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went bai nian todae morning. receive ang bao of 100 plus le. in half hour time going &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;another place again. haha. i miss you guys! boo =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-5186534267766242106?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/5186534267766242106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=5186534267766242106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/5186534267766242106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/5186534267766242106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-last-pic-my-culi-class-took-wif.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SagGF_z8C_w/RdgOoe2OzUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4OJepk6xI1M/s72-c/FriHTB2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14662976.post-1135654904246568736</id><published>2007-02-17T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:39:42.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;didnt slp last nite. went to culi. on de way smoked like 4 sticks. freaking alot. was&lt;/span&gt; damn emo. well. waiting blindly for someone's call but guess it didnt come. had a stomachache in de morning rite after i changed into my chef uniform. so shitted. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;haha. den went for lessons le. culi final execution day was ok except for de fact dat we&lt;/span&gt; had alot of wastages. our team work was perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;during de-brief, i nv clap at anythin de chef commented us for. was gonna cry. cos its &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oready de last dae for me at TAS. i will realli miss the sch. miss de ppl. esp li shi.&lt;/span&gt; janice. vivienne. leonard. triem. tracy. khine mon. dilys. muwardi. joey. king. kaye. lewis. david. mars. kate. baby. wu fei. he fei. eason. ing ing. jacqueline. phyu thi. chef &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;fan. chef low. mr ignatius lee. ms amy daga. mr ram. my lou. my sim. i didnt even hv&lt;/span&gt; de chance to noe de htb singaporean cute girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after de-brief wen taking pic. i totally didnt care cos wasnt in de mood to take any &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;pics. den after everythin went to smoke. talked to triem, ing ing and jacqueline abit.&lt;/span&gt; nearly cried cos kept thinking. den li shi gave me a present and a letter. after reading de letter, i started crying cos was very touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;went for the popiah-making competition. made a last minute participation with&lt;/span&gt; triem, ing ing and jacqueline. think our popiah is de nicest but becos cant eat de. dats y nv get first. haix. den went for de TAS idol le. got alot of ppl sing. den finally reach &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;de giving out of prizes for best teachers award. what i like abt HTB is dat the teachers&lt;/span&gt; and students are able to joke with each other about each other like no one cares. and they have such events organized shows jus how united they r. HTM nv have such &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;bonding stuffs. cried after de whole ting wen i was alone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;took uncles car home. my mom finally cook. but dis is for reunion dinner. haha. of cos she mus cook for our own reunion dinner. even though not dat nice. it still is de &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;nicest meal for me becos she realli rarely cook.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-1135654904246568736?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/1135654904246568736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=1135654904246568736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1135654904246568736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/1135654904246568736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/02/didnt-slp-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-847044824742063815</id><published>2007-02-16T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:26:24.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;totally regret what i did today and what i am going to do later in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sch early to actualli attend chap's acct lect. but was late and went for mice lect instead. totally rewarding cos of de many slides that we dun hv to study for exams. then met diana and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;joyner for lunch at unfair and circle. cherie came. she baked some really nice cookies. haha.&lt;/span&gt; dennis came. then me cherie and dennis went for acct lect. then after everythin went to unfair and circle sang songs wif ing ing and khine mon. haha. help them practise for their TAS idol tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;went to work. damn sian and tired. drank a glass of beer the fastest time i ever drank beer b4.&lt;/span&gt; had some white wine and red wine too. ate some mussels and crab sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work. went RK eating hse to hv supper. dennis fren fetch us there. the uncle there insist its &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;not their outlet which was featured in de lame conversation between one of their uncle and two&lt;/span&gt; kids. had some fun here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till now haven slp yet. goin to sch straight le. stupid culi so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i dont ask for you to be with me. just seeing you makes me happy. i made up my mind. theres a&lt;/span&gt; new knot in me. damn. why am i so emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-847044824742063815?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/847044824742063815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=847044824742063815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/847044824742063815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/847044824742063815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/02/totally-regret-what-i-did-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-117113247541013537</id><published>2007-02-11T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:32:24.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;alright. lets blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work todae. woke up at 9.30 lidat. last nite tot i work at 12. dis morning woke up suddenly remember i work at 11. so rush like hell. den took 23 on de way at tp bus &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;stop saw ming xian. yi qing and jia min. they goin to their stations for HTM&lt;/span&gt; S.T.U.M.P.E.D. yup. den faster chiong to work le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach work place. Jess and Rajes went to hv lunch. So left me alone manage whole &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;restaurant. Woot. very nice feeling. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;near dinner time. suddenly was distracted by somethin. so when workin wasnt payin attention to almost everythin. cock up quite alot during dat time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;after work at 7. ate dinner den slept abit without even knowing. by de time i woke up&lt;/span&gt; was 7.50. so helped jimson wif closing. wendy n jimson both sae i suddenly turn moody. i denied but in fact got abit. haha. maybe cos slept abit suddenly woke up. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;maybe got other stuffs =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jimson followed me take 23 home. at boon keng saw carine. she jus finished her chingay rehearsal. haha. can c she very tired. on de 23 bus on de way home. got dis &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;lame uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n jimson was standing at de door there. cos totally no space inside le. den dis uncle wans to get dwn. so he tap my shoulder. i nod my head. but no space to move. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so i wait for de ppl at de other door to get dwn first. so wen i wanted to move. he&lt;/span&gt; suddenly push me frm de back n got dwn. at dat moment i shouted relak la uncle, and another CB. damn loud. got one couple nearby look at me. hahaha. yup. frm jus &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;nw 12 plus drag dis post until nw finally finish le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-117113247541013537?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/117113247541013537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=117113247541013537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/117113247541013537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/117113247541013537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/02/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-117042651078030103</id><published>2007-02-01T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T06:28:30.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ok. if i post dis now. it will realli b one month one post. kinda ignoring my blog now. oways come &lt;/span&gt;to my blog but nv go n bother how it goes. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss harry! i m goin to miss tas and de htb frens i got to noe there. no more disturbin ppl early &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;in de morning. no more pressing of hair buns during operation. no more extra large sizes of left&lt;/span&gt; over food. no more singing sessions in de kitchen. i oready miss chef phua n chef joyce. hope i can still c em in tp wen i go back. but definitely cant c de htb students le. mus cherish dis last 2 &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;weeks. y is chef low still in tas. boo. =(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will b goin to miss jan carlo. bathu. n everyone at tos if i m goin to quit. damn. its so hard to quit nw. especially wif de tempting food waitin for me everydae. bleahz. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;f&amp;b sentosa gathering was fun. altho i din dance at all. haha. n din drink much. i ate alot! haha. n i&lt;/span&gt; tink everyone enjoyed themselves. well. a pre-farewell party for harry i guess. heard he cried dat dae. but i din c. haix. such a nice guy. nv ever gonna c him again. well. unless i go to &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;phillipines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yup. mondae htm east guys gathering at bedok 85 was quite relaxing. at least made me luff thru out n took my troubles away. saw ming zheng workin there. haha. long time no c. dis yr kip &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;seeing old frens. how well those memories r. well. move on boi. haha. ok lames. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yup. theres dis knot in my heart dat i cant seem to untie. feeling very uneasy and hv been thinkin very much these few daes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-117042651078030103?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/117042651078030103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=117042651078030103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/117042651078030103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/117042651078030103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-116782026126247388</id><published>2007-01-03T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T02:32:58.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG. I lost my lovely red adidas watch wen i went swimming jus nw-.-! left it in the cubicle while i was bathing n forgot to take it wen i left. it was onli 10 minutes before i went back to find it. but it's gone! omg. someone buy me a new red watch pretty please. haha. i wanna wear for new yr! zzz, my precious is gone. sianx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-116782026126247388?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/116782026126247388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=116782026126247388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116782026126247388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116782026126247388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2007/01/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-116729407621523852</id><published>2006-12-28T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:23:24.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;How long a minute is depending on which side of the bathroom door you're on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Birthdays are good for you; the more you have, the longer you live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happiness comes through doors you didn’t even know you left open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever notice that the people who are late are often much jollier than the people who have to wait for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don’t cry because it's over; smile because it happened.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colours....but they all exist very nicely in the same box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-116729407621523852?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/116729407621523852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=116729407621523852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116729407621523852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116729407621523852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/12/living-on-earth-is-expensive-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-116490164797917215</id><published>2006-11-30T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:47:28.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hmm. dunno y. maybe becos of proj stress. nw suddenly emo again. OMG. i m emo&lt;/span&gt; again! waha. i luv dis feeling. its come back to me. ASB. woot. feeling uber stress cos of proj. cant find anythin for my part. -.- sianx. hmm. cant help but tink of her again. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;yet again. frens gettin attached. some nt attached but close to being. me leh. nt even&lt;/span&gt; close. hmm. shld i jus forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i tink i shld. jus study hard lo. hmm. pls stop tinkin. for a few minutes there i stopped. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nw come back to this page tink again. LOL ok la. i tink i startin to tok crap nw.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuck projects. stupid future innovations. stupid teacher dunno how to answer questions one. zzz. gnd la. wth. mite as well dun bother callin us for consultation. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;since its consultation mus answer questions wad. wad cannot answer. wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-116490164797917215?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/116490164797917215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=116490164797917215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116490164797917215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116490164797917215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-116115021795280442</id><published>2006-10-18T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:43:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28085%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This was taken at pasir ris park when I was at de top of de long long slide near&lt;/span&gt; fishermen's village. 1H07!!! forgot who were those though. too small to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Image(087).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28087%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me n lulu on de train back hm frm de b'dae outing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28088%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;another pic of me n lulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Image(091).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28091%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de b'dae cake hui ying bot for me. dis is de first cake a fren ever bot for me. was damn tasty too. waha. i m a happy boi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Image(092).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28092%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok dis is hui ying taking wif de cake she bot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-116115021795280442?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/116115021795280442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=116115021795280442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116115021795280442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116115021795280442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-was-taken-at-pasir-ris-park-when.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-116036934863864380</id><published>2006-10-09T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:51:02.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok. Shall post abt my 18th birthday again. On 2Oct, after work, I went home straight&lt;/span&gt; cos my brother bot a cake which is damn tasty. after cuttin de cake, i went dwn str to meet kannan n janson. brought dwn cake for em too. den we went 802 to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;on 5Oct, i went dwn str to hv dinner wif janson b4 goin to mos. den suddenly hui ying&lt;/span&gt; came. janson act like we coincidentally met. den she sat dwn n tok abit. den suddenly her hand come up got one plastic bag wif a big box inside. i tot wad was it so din care n &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;continue eating. den hui ying ask me whether i realli dunno or act stupid. of cos i&lt;/span&gt; dunno la. wth. they nv sae anythin. n since they told me hui ying jus coincidentally walk past n saw us, of cos i believe la. ok u can call me the gullible one i dun care. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;haha. in de end it was a birthday cake for me. so dat was de first time a fren ever bot a&lt;/span&gt; birthday cake for me. so swt of hui ying &lt;3. ok dun let any gurl or guy c dis. yup. dunno y cant post pic. shall put de pics up next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so we went up to janson's hse to cut de cake n let janson change to go mos. janson's&lt;/span&gt; sister n mom wish me happi b'dae too. his mom even gave me an ang bao. first time ppl give me ang bao on my b'dae too. even my mom dun give ang bao. onli giv money. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;nt counted ang bao. den my cousin came. so he fetch hui ying hm first den we went to&lt;/span&gt; mos le. met his fren, ivan. went to mos to chop our hands first. den came out again. went to ivan's cosy van to drink. my brother sponsor me one bottle of chivas regal so &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we drank quite alot. den went in to dance whole nite le lo till 3 plus am. my first time&lt;/span&gt; go clubbing oso. so many first times. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de next dae, woke up to my horror to find my hand full of red spots. turn out to b cos i &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;drank too much. jiu(3) mo(4). hahaha. so scratch de whole dae lo. din go for work&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den at evening went to mom's place to c doctor. den my cousin fetch me n my brother &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;go katong hv dinner. den met his frens to play LAN. we had dota match. Won de first&lt;/span&gt; match. den we change location to another more stylo lan shop. got big screen showing soccer matches n even a small bar counter. look damn cool. like it is for &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;high-class gamers lidat. next time shall take pics n post em. den i played another wif&lt;/span&gt; em n won again. den my cousin's another fren came. so he replace me. i went to play counterstrike wif my brother. yup. play until 2 plus am. den went to hv supper at a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;food stall beside the Hong Kong Cafe de. den went hm le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-116036934863864380?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/116036934863864380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=116036934863864380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116036934863864380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116036934863864380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok_09.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-116003399608515314</id><published>2006-10-05T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:39:56.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;ok. another outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to Plaza Sing suppose to meet lulu, kannan n roy. wen i reached there den call em. in de &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;end they tell me go marina sq. I was so angry cos i rushed there. so nvm i took a cab there.&lt;/span&gt; found a taxi-stand dat has nobody compared to de oways crowded plaza sing taxi-stand! onli took $3.30 to get to marina sq. so met em. den we went ard lookin for restaurant for de dinner &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;later in de evening. den went to play billiard. haha i got last. of cos la. i dunno how to play de&lt;/span&gt; wad. at least i got more den 20 pts. den played daytona n other arcade games. den firdaus reached. so we went to meet jon n jordan at swensen's. had a great dinner at swensen's. ate &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;some breaded chix. and de firehouse ice-cream. since got candle so me, lulu n kannan all blew de&lt;/span&gt; candle since it was celebration for our b'dae. yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;den after dat we went to esplanade to stroll. jon went off to meet his gf. den we walk all de way &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;to fullerton hotel. went in too. so coincidentally got one wedding there. so we took a peek inside&lt;/span&gt; de ballroom. was damn small la but damn cool. shld hv taken pics. damn. den we played inside de toilet. cos all was amazed by de splendid toilet they had. den went to de lobby. i played wif de &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;revolving door. yup. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;den we went to boat quay. n slacked at de coffee bean. i had mocha latte. couldnt finish so gave kannan de rest. den we walked all de way to city hall mrt n went hm le. dats all for dat dae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-116003399608515314?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/116003399608515314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=116003399608515314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116003399608515314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/116003399608515314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115994404543273271</id><published>2006-10-04T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:48:24.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright. Been long since I post about my life. So now I shall post then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28Sep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Pei Zhen for lunch at Norgen Vaaz. Had baked bolognese pasta. Very very nice~ Poor Pei Zhen had the chicken set meal which I think was quite nice but she deemed otherwise. Then halfway while eating we saw Mr &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pras walk past, so Pei Zhen waved to him and he came in and talked to us and wished us good luck for our&lt;/span&gt; paper later in the day. Then Pei Zhen still felt hungey so she bot fries. damn oily la so i din kope. den i ordered strawberry soda. damn nice. woot. den pei zhen hungry again. so she ordered ice cream brownie. waha. in de &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;end she cant finish but still force herself to finish. den we study till our paper time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to eng sch for our mkt supp paper. met kiki n kavan outside de exam cls rm. den went in le. wa. wen i read de questions i was like ok i m so dead. yup. forgot wad i studied sia. nvm. hope god helps me n pass. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hahaha. i dun wanna retake. ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;den after my supp paper i went straight to my swt freshies' chalet. they actualli invited me to stay at their chalet. 1H07 is so gd. forever n ever n ever n ever n ever n ok enuff. hmm. will realli miss their cls wen they &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;change cls next yr. hope they still kip in touch n organise outing again. if nt i got one less grp to go out wif le.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(hee. hope they see this)&lt;/span&gt;ya. so i reached costa sands chalet B-11 at ard 5 plus. onli got 14 ppl there. some playin mahjong some play PS2 some in bedroom slackin n watchin movie. ya. so i stayed outside de chalet n slacked a while b4 i went in &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;n talked to em. den ard 6 plus food came so we started de fire lo. in de end de fire kip goin out and we had very&lt;/span&gt; little food. hahaha. louya firestarters. ard 7.30 shi hui n gavin came too. den gavin saw our hopeless fire n offered to help. finally after half hr we had a great fire. yup. den kip cooking food lo. sueh li n my ass both kena &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;butter. yucks. omg. damn disgusting la. hahaha. ok. den qing ying n karen both playin PS2 dat fighting game.&lt;/span&gt; until damn noisy la omg. soon everyone like kinda join em cept evelyn steph n sueh li who were like cookin food haha. i follow em n kope-ded some food. weet. den yu tian came. den ard lst bus dat time some ppl left. hmm quite sad some of em nv stay la. if nt will hv more ppl more fun. more ppl, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;more fun(more birds, more luck).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29Sep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So durin midnight me, karen, sin hwee, kenneth, sylvester, jun wei, jian rong watched scary movie 4. waha. i &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;watchin it de second time le. still as funny cos some parts dun understand de first time. at second time den&lt;/span&gt; understand was even more funny. hahaha. wen finally watch finish my neck was aching like mad cos de TV is like so high up n we were sittin on de floor. some more i nearest to de tv. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;den those 4 guys fell aslp. left me karen n sin hwee doin nothin. those 2 girls wanted to slp but there were no&lt;/span&gt; space on top. so they cam dwn to c me playin PS2 alone. hahaha. i m de almighty. dun nid slp one. woot. den they played cards wif me lo. play until 4 plus, sueh li evelyn n steph came back frm de other chalet. evelyn &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;was horrified becos we finished her chocolate n her bacardi breezer. hahaha. oops. i dun mean to post em&lt;/span&gt; here. sry evelyn. yup. soon de other girls kinda woke up but onli to go toilet. =.= yup. tell em play mahjong they dun wan. but b4 dat i kept suggesting me karen n sin hwee play 3-player mahjong. but sin hwee dun wan. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;finally ard 4 plus i realise y. cos she kept thinkin will hv those kinda ting. so i told em there's nothin. n karen&lt;/span&gt; was like OMG cos i can c. hahaha. so she scared. but i kinda like consoled her tellin her there's nothin there. yup. so suddenly we came to dis topic. n i began to tell all de stories in TP n frm my secondary sch. n some of &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;my fren's experiences. yup. den soon jun wei n kenneth woek up. n they start to listen oso. hahaha. quite&lt;/span&gt; creepy. cos behind me is de backdoor n toilet le. n everyone facin me. den suddenly i saw frm de front door. got white ting. nt sure wad it was. hope its nt. tink karen saw my eyes lookin dat direction for quite long but &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tink she nv realise wad i saw. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den steph went hm. so wen everyone woke up in de morning. me karen n sin hwee went up to rest. i cant slp cos everyone like walk in walk out. so in de end i walk up walk dwn lookin at em play mahjong. de guys went &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;for a morning swim while some girls went for breakfast. soon, everyone woke up ard 3 plus, den we went for&lt;/span&gt; bicycle-riding. was way cool n fun. hahaha. i luv it. went to the other end of pasir ris park. played de playground n all. haha. den transported jun wei back all de way to chalet. seems like roller-blading is hard to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;learn. wanna try next time i go chalet. yup. den after dat de guys went to bath n play pool. i stayed in chalet&lt;/span&gt; wif jing wen n sin hwee to wait for others n for mac delivery! haha. den after dat they played mahjong again. den mesy came. den qing ying n karen went hm. so we had mac for dinner. den all de way till nite play &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;mahjong lo. kip playin mahjong la. play until sianx. lawl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yup den i went out for supper wif my cousin n janson while they watched scary movie 3. yummy yum yum. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;den ard 3 plus went back chalet. heng got cousin n janson walk wif me back. if nt damn dark i cfm scared till&lt;/span&gt; balls drop. LOL. yup. den jus nice reach chalet they finish watchin movie. den suddenly alot gone. some went slp some play mahjong. so i went upstair. and chatted wif mesy, wan rong and sheila. made cup noodles for &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;wan rong and bread for de others. tink all hungry ba. but in de end no one hungry. haha. in de end made&lt;/span&gt; excess bread. heng evelyn, jing wen and sheila giv me face help me eat. den i ate de remaining 2. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. in de morning everyone up n full of energy. so we started packing up, still got one whole tray of beef steak &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;nv even cook. so sly took hm dat. den yu tian took hm all de other stuffs cos she got another BBQ later in de&lt;/span&gt; evening. yup. den we took de shuttle bus to white sands. mesy n priscilla went hm. den all de others went to hv mac for breakfast! woot. nice nice meal. yup. den everyone went hm le lo. haha. dats all for this chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST CHALET I WENT TO WHERE ALL THE OTHER GUYS SLEPT ON THE FIRST NIGHT. OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST CHALET I WENT TO WHERE THERE WAS A DELIVERY FOR FOOD. OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT, FIRST CHALET I WENT TO WHERE I RODE A BIKE AND HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THE PEOPLE! HAHA. THAT IS A GOOD THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU 1H07 FOR INVITING ME TO YOUR CLASS CHALET. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115994404543273271?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115994404543273271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115994404543273271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115994404543273271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115994404543273271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115935398609958394</id><published>2006-09-27T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T02:47:23.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_stupid.php?im"&gt;&lt;img alt="'The" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/stupid.php?val=8486" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another lame shyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More to come i promise. waha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115935398609958394?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115935398609958394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115935398609958394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115935398609958394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115935398609958394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-lame-shyt-more-to-come-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115935353012942130</id><published>2006-09-27T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T02:38:50.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_loser.php?im"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/lsr.php?val=8602" alt="I am 20% loser. What about you? 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Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=9612" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a lame test I took. lawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115935327019308369?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115935327019308369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115935327019308369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115935327019308369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115935327019308369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/09/href-heres-lame-test-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115718764295953402</id><published>2006-09-02T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:01:51.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five VERY IMPORTANT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lessons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I readthe last one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Absolutely," said the professor. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In your careers, you will meet many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello."I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 60s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxi cab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached. It read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The little boy again counted his coins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yes I'll do it if it's good and it will save her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Will I start to die right away".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115718764295953402?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115718764295953402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115718764295953402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115718764295953402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115718764295953402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/09/five-very-important-lessons-1-first.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115718673333245347</id><published>2006-09-02T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:45:33.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High-spirited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You've got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of "that someone". Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by "no pain no gain" caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oct &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loves to chat. &lt;strong&gt;Loves those who love them.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Loves to takes things at the center.&lt;/strong&gt; Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. &lt;strong&gt;Treats friends importantly.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Brave and fearless.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Always making friends.&lt;/strong&gt; Easily hurt but recovers easily. &lt;strong&gt;Daydreamer.&lt;/strong&gt; Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nov &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dec &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible... Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woot. So true. Waha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115718673333245347?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115718673333245347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115718673333245347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115718673333245347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115718673333245347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/09/jan-prettyhandsome.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115717117084852479</id><published>2006-09-02T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:26:10.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, exams are over. But now i dread supplementary paper for Club, resort &amp; spa. Studied almost to two and a half days for it, even at the expense of forsaking my marketing paper. But in the end turn out not well, I don't want to take a supplementary paper every semester! This is so killing me. What's more, this semester will be working for IMF. Where got time for me to study for supplementary paper. So, if I fail my supplementary paper, I will have to retake the subject next year. So I have to go back to TAS next year. Freaking shit. Just for one subject. That is just not cool at all. And i will exceed the maximum cu allowed to take for one semester. Then my subjects will have to shift to the next semester and just keep shifting till I have one more semester than others! Oh my god! Please just let me pass my paper please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday after our paper, I went to have KFC with my 1H07 classmates, Jaren, Jimson, Shi Hui, Sheryl, Chaplin, Candice and also Shi Hui's boyfriend, Gavin. Got to lose all that I ate yesterday ready. But only after the IMF period, I don't want to tire myself by not sleeping and still exercising. That's hardcore! Yup. Than we went to TP bus stop to meet Charlene, Charmaine and Pei Zhen. Pei Zhen took the bus with us for one stop and went down the bus, claiming it was faster to walk to the Tampines West CC frm that stop instead of the TP bus stop. Haha. Hope she realised that she was wrong, haha. Hmm. Then we went to shop at TM, just walk around lohx. Then after that we went to Century Square to look for suitable movie timings since GV at TM got no nice timings. Saw Dennis, Ivan and Diana. Then saw Ridhwan and Chap. Haha, It just makes my day to see so many friends coincidentally in a day. Yup. Then we bought the tickets for The Devil Wears Prada for 3pm de movie. Hmm. Very nice la. I think la. Shows the meaning and purpose of life de. Yup. Must watch la. Haha. Then went home le lohx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO SUPPLEMENTARY PAPER PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115717117084852479?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115717117084852479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115717117084852479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115717117084852479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115717117084852479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115640219356912425</id><published>2006-08-24T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:49:53.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, as promised, I shall post about something that I have asked Diana to look at from my blog. Hmm, let's see, "LOVE", so what does everyone think it is? In my opinion, love is a feeling that gradually develops in your heart towards someone or something over a period of interaction with him/her/it. Slowly, this feeling will be overpowering your desire to control it and eventually, you are "forced" to "show" this feeling to that person/thing. Yup, that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's talk about relationships at my age. Basically, after all of my experiences from myself and of course from all those great people who have shared their problems with me, I kinda think that people of my age are just not really ready for serious relationships, as in those mature relationships you understand? Do not ask me to explain a mature relationship, because I do not know, like i just said, people of my age are not ready for serious relationships! That includes me as well! Of course there may be exceptions as well. Well, of course la, just look around and you may have noticed some couples who are very "mature" but they are actually my age! But then again, some are actually not, and they are not even my age, much much older! Okay, maybe not that much, I just realised the last two sentence are all crap. Like DUH! Haha. Okay, I actually forget what I wanted to blog two days ago, so heed my advice, believe me, when you want to blog about something, do not, I repeat, DO NOT wait for other days when you feel like it then you blog, otherwise there is a high chance you will forget what you wanted to blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, if i managed to recall what I wanted to continue from the top, I will edit this post, stay tuned (to Mr.Brown show), (welcome to Singapore).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115640219356912425?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115640219356912425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115640219356912425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115640219356912425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115640219356912425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-alright-as-promised-i-shall-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115600585986739198</id><published>2006-08-20T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T08:46:46.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ytd nite went to mr neo hse! met terence den went there tgt. hmm. mr neo treat us to dinner.&lt;/span&gt; wa. realli very nice la. hahaha. den went to his hse. his hse is like totally WOW. one room jus for karaoke de. omg. yup. after a while xiao wei came. wads funny is dat we were watching "kang xi &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lai le" n de guests were zhou hua jian n huang pin yuan. wen xiao wei reach. jus nice they call&lt;/span&gt; huang pin yuan to sing song. N he sang xiao wei!!! waha. yup. after dat we sang karaoke lo. alot of songs la. drank red wine oso. frm south africa de. n drank carlsberg too. yup. anw. his 2 kids &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;very cute la. got cute names too. liang lihong and liang jing ru. omg. he go n name them after&lt;/span&gt; wang lee hong n liang jing ru la. waha. yup. after dat went hm le lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae went all de way to clementi for imf briefing la. super far la. after dat played lan wif jimson, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nicholas, daniel, sam n wei jie. till ard 5 plus. den me n jimson took bus back to bedok. had&lt;/span&gt; dinner. den went princess to watch the ant bully. super cute n funny la. bth. yup. dats all for todae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115600585986739198?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115600585986739198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115600585986739198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115600585986739198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115600585986739198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/08/ytd-nite-went-to-mr-neo-hse-met.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115537884670655620</id><published>2006-08-12T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T02:38:46.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Orite. so on thursday. my cls went for a movie again! dis time its Lakehouse. haha.&lt;/span&gt; reached plaza sing at ard 7. found out there were no movie we wanted at 7 plus or 8 plus. onli got lake house at 9 plus. so we bot de tickets n went for dinner. waha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Image(071).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28071%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dis is wad i had for dinner. surprisingly almost everythin was vege inside. waha. n i&lt;/span&gt; finished de whole ting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha ok lame. after dat we went to play arcade. onli played bishi bashi n some soccer &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ting la. haha. i made jasmine lose soccer. haha. onli like play soccer at arcade 3 times&lt;/span&gt; la. prefer PS 2 much much more. n bishi bashi oso prefer playin in de comp la. in arcade everythin so nt used to it. haha. den after dat jasmine n clarice went hm cos &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;too late. yup. so we went for de movie. quite ok la. de whole movie was boring but de&lt;/span&gt; story line is actualli quite gd. at least it kept me thinkin n i din slp. haha. oops. ya. so we went hm after dat. feelin damn emo on dat dae la. actualli everydae nw la. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ya. so on fridae we went to suntec hv dinner. den went to starbucks for a drink. got&lt;/span&gt; dennis, diana, grace, sally, jasmine, bee yan, ivan n wesley. yup. ard 5 plus sally, ivan n wesley left for other personal stuffs. ya. den me, dennis, diana, grace, jasmine n bee &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yan went to marina to play pool la. haha. i still got alot to learn for pool la. anw. nt&lt;/span&gt; interested la. actualli i dun wan play but nobody play become onli i play wif jasmine. haix. so pai sei la. i so louya. haha. yeap. ya. den after dat jasmine n bee yan left. so &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me, dennis, diana n grace went to esplanade to watch fireworks since we were all free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/DSC00792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/DSC00792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya. dis is a pic taken wif diana's fone. quite dark huh. nvm i like it. quite nicely taken by dennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Image(073).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28073%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nw dis is a pic taken wif my fone. wif de help of de light frm diana's fone. haha. quite&lt;/span&gt; nice leh. got de white light circle ard our faces de. haha. yup. ok shall end here. goin to watch fireworks again later. gotta prepare nw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115537884670655620?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115537884670655620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115537884670655620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115537884670655620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115537884670655620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/08/orite.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115513891161085086</id><published>2006-08-09T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:59:41.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yo everyone. haven slept for 34 hrs up till nw. went to wesley hse for BBQ (excuse&lt;/span&gt; me, it's jalan kampong chantek, binjai crest!). so we walked a freakin 15 minutes inside this whole area lookin for wesley's hse. ya. so reached. n lisi n gang oready &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;started BBQ-ing. ya ok. so wen we reached. we basically jus started eatin. i noe it's&lt;/span&gt; realli bad. dat's de reason y i went to help em out a lil. . ya so onli ate a lil wif grace, dennis, diana, sally n jing min. after dat jus slacked ard. den we went to the play room &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to play wif........ balls of cos. oo. wesley's cousin hit us wif de balls real hard. especially&lt;/span&gt; if he goes just behind u n smack it into ur back. i tink sally feels it n dats y tried to tok to him abt it. as for me. i dun care. like it even hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;k. gradually ppl started leavin. first was lisi she left ard 6 plus, somethin impt at&lt;/span&gt; hm.den my jun jun jie jie. she left ard 8 plus i tink. den me, dennis, wesley, grace, carine, ayuni, clarice, sally n diana played basketball. whaha. den after dat jing ming, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;si min, ayuni n sally left. left me, dennis, wesley, wenny, grace, clarice, carine, nicole&lt;/span&gt; n diana. we went to the study room. N PLAYED MAHJONG!!! since onli 4 can play. de others jus chatted n played "Zong Ji Mi Ma". yup. jus lidat lo. played mahjong till &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ard 4 plus. den everyone started to feel tired. n gradually everyone slept except for me&lt;/span&gt; la! i cant slp at all. was occupied wif stuffs la. haix. EMO!""@!$##$%^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup so morning woke up ate mcdonald sausage mcmuffin wif egg. den share cab wif &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wenny n dennis. reach hm at ard 7.45-8 lidat. cant slp cos hv to go grandpa hse hrs&lt;/span&gt; later. so jus on de comp n did wadever shyt i cld to kip myself entertained. so went to grandpa hse at beach rd. den went to chinatown to shop wif my mom n my aunts n &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my grandma. ya. was so tiring. but well i got a new polo tee and a new shoe w/o havin&lt;/span&gt; to pay for them. haha. it pays to sacrifice my slp jus for dis. well. up till nw. nv slp yet. n i dun plan on slpin YET. dis time will depend on some terrastrial factors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115513891161085086?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115513891161085086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115513891161085086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115513891161085086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115513891161085086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/08/yo-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115513602686354686</id><published>2006-08-09T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:08:48.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Image(060).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28060%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is miki! frm the animal encounter! haha. n dat head is her trainer. haha. so damn cute la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Image(070).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28070%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is me wif my newly sprayed hair! waha. RED! nice rite. u noe u wan rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Image(059).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28059%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;another pic of miki!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115513602686354686?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115513602686354686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115513602686354686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115513602686354686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115513602686354686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-miki-frm-animal-encounter-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115478463844076879</id><published>2006-08-05T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T05:30:38.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo ppl. here's some of the fotos in my fone for de past few months dat i did not post of. bwahaha. nt in any order tho. dunno how to place fotos in order la. anw. todae went sim lim sq. walk ard do nothin. haix. den went to suntec sizzler to hv dinner. i din eat anythin. so sad. onli drank 3 cups of diff types of coffee. waha. dun tink i can slp tonite. haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28065%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dis is jasmine n grace taken on bus #80 wen we were goin hm frm bugis. haha. jasmine look like a small baby here. wahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Image(063).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28063%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; dis is de cake sally bot for janice on her b'dae. look so nice la. tasted nice oso. notice the birthday spelt rongly? waha. based on a song which is grace's fav song la. happy birthday by ah xing frm mayday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Image(052).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28052%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; dis is taken frm de carpark in sentosa. look at de clouds. look like a big falcon. so damn nice la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Image(066).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Image%28066%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dis is me n ivan on bus #80 oso. haha. i look so retarded. dun look at wad's beyond us. u may not wan to see anythin bad. waha. joking la. lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115478463844076879?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115478463844076879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115478463844076879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115478463844076879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115478463844076879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/08/yo-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115453391582766914</id><published>2006-08-02T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T07:55:35.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok. so here i am. blogging when i am so bored and can't be bothered to continue&lt;/span&gt; reading my crs report. so let me entertain you guys on what happened todae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so woke up at 6am in de morning. but went back to slp after pressing the alarm. at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6.20 gracie call me to wake me up. waha. my human alarm clock. oops. anw. mus&lt;/span&gt; thank her for bothering to call me. unlike ayuni, who refused to call me wen i asked her to. ya. so woke up n got prepared to go to sch at ard 7am. so took bus to bedok de &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;change to #30. on de way to sch at ard eunos. amy n dennis came up de bus. but they&lt;/span&gt; din saw me. so i jus pretend n continue reading my The Da Vinci Code. until we were abt to reach sch den dennis saw me. but i still pretended n continue reading my book. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;onli one stop before reaching hbf wen i kept my story book den dennis call me. so tok&lt;/span&gt; tok tok. took bus wif dennis n amy. saw my fung n de blue line on de way to sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den was quite early for acct lecture. so went to fair n square n ate nuggets. den went &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to comp lab n play some game. b4 goin to lecture. hmm. dis week's lecture quite ez to&lt;/span&gt; do. jus hope i can manage to do de previous 3 weeks' ones. yup. so blah blah blah. after acct lecture went for crs lecture. quite boring. cos i dun understand wad mr lee &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tokin abt. hmm. nvm. shall try to understand. so after lecture we realised it was&lt;/span&gt; raining but quite small. so decided to go to koufu to hv lunch. there was grace, choik choik, bee yan n her cousin and wenqi. so i saw chap candice charlene jaren n pam at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;koufu. ya. had chicken panggang. oo todae's one was not so good compared to the&lt;/span&gt; one i had wen they first started operations. maybe skills deproved. haix. was disappointed. shall try other stuffs next time. den after dat we wanted to go &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cinemania. but we had alot of time so we took the beach tram to tanjong beach and&lt;/span&gt; back to palawan beach den to beach station. den we took de blue line to ferry terminal n walked to cinemania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;waha. there were two scenes in total. the first one was escape frm dinoland II, depicts&lt;/span&gt; a scene whr we are some soldiers in a plane. trying to catch some dinosaurs. de chair was damn rocky but it was damn fun. den de second scene is abt a small-scale &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rollercoaster built in a person's study room. but in dis case we were de passengers in&lt;/span&gt; dis rollercoaster. so its nt dat small-scale anymore. ya. n to my horror. i hated rollercoaster de most. n dis was gonna b my first time in a "rollercoaster". i was like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shouting for choik choik. haha. damn fun la actualli. i was jus tryin to b funny. nt dat&lt;/span&gt; scary after all. but dun ever persuade me to try de actual rollercoaster. i will freak out n most prob vomit on u if u do. so after dat we went to orchid garden n we actualli &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tried to touch de fishes in de pond. waha. damn fun. BUT. after dat. we actualli went&lt;/span&gt; back to cinemania for a second ride. becos i wanted to!!! waha. so they follow me. i dunno abt others but i wanna enjoy dat rocky part dat was so exciting. wads more. de &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;admission is free. omgomg. great opportunity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. so after dat we went to palawan beach to visit miki ( a female monkey at animal encounter) n she was so cute. too bad is dat it was a different trainer frm wad grace &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;had saw last week. n dis trainer nv offered to let us hi-5 wif miki, aww. after dat we&lt;/span&gt; went for the bird show. haha. kinda tink they were too fake. they were all pre-planned n de parrots n macaw basically do de stuffs everydae. so they were like most prob &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bored of de stuffs. ya well. de bird show wasnt realli dat nice. n there were so little ppl.&lt;/span&gt; so unpopular. but at de end we cld hold one of de parrots n take a picture!!. haha. grace had 2 big round marks on her hand cos de parrots grip was too hard. haha. so &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;went for mkt tutorial which ended like 50 minutes later. haix. den went hm wif ayuni&lt;/span&gt; n bee yan. haix. damn bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115453391582766914?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115453391582766914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115453391582766914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115453391582766914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115453391582766914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-115202212038814625</id><published>2006-07-04T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T06:08:40.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;alright. here's another poem for you guys who commented on that previous poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lifted the pen today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanting to write something;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To try and weave and string a few words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To share the slavery of my made up misery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the world to sympathize my fake burdens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But.. Ah.. Good gracious, I could only think of one thing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mind has conjured up stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think life is stupid today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The dawn doesn't seem inviting anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The painted sunset looks sadistically bleak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hear cryings in the bird's morning chirps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The greenly grass turned crinkly brown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recorded days are black and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything stops. No one's breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sullen melancholy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somebody, dig me a grave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This body feels dead already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its summer-like heat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But my days are frozen still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Same faces, same voices, same talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plain and stale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish you'd say, "Its ok",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like it still has a meaning to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No. Don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'll change my ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;today looked for Mr Pras for my individual Marketing project result, AND, I got my first 'A' in poly school life so far. haha. so happy for myself. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-115202212038814625?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/115202212038814625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=115202212038814625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115202212038814625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/115202212038814625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/07/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114985385026056705</id><published>2006-06-09T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T03:50:50.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;lonely is what i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;under the stars, in the field without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;foolish me, they call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but i just want to give you my all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;how complete is a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;without your pretty sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and hear not what others say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;for all i have to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;is the best gift i will ever give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;as i pen down my thoughts this night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i wonder what you are doing on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;will there ever be me in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;or am i just another retard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;each night i pray hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;that one day, i might somehow have a place in your heart &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114985385026056705?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114985385026056705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114985385026056705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114985385026056705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114985385026056705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/06/lonely-is-what-i-feel-under-stars-in.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114960917809547417</id><published>2006-06-06T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T07:53:16.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alright.&lt;/span&gt; I am so sorry to my dear blog. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So long never post le.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and of cos,&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; wld like to thank those of u who hv been comin to my blog often but see no posting.&lt;/span&gt; sad rite. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; hmm. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;actualli got alot of tings to blog abt for de 16 days which i din blog.&lt;/span&gt; but nvm forget abt them. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;shall blog abt todae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had my accounting mid term-test todae. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;one of de few times i finally go back tp.&lt;/span&gt; feel a sense of belongingness whenever i go back. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;its a diff feeling frm wen i go back to my sec sch.&lt;/span&gt; i feel bonded here. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;anw.&lt;/span&gt; met sheryl, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;shi hui,&lt;/span&gt; candice n chap at de "mushroom" (someone at background doing de " " action) at 1030. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;den went to cheers to buy chicken feulitte.&lt;/span&gt; nice n filling breakfast man. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt; so went for de accounting test. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt; quite ez i guess. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but frm malty,&lt;/span&gt; yu jin n hazel, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;they sae quite diff.&lt;/span&gt; hmm. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;quite sad la.&lt;/span&gt; malty noes how to do but she kinda dunno wad she writing. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;its like me doing social studies.&lt;/span&gt; jus write dwn wad i can remember. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt; yeah. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;second to go out of de cls.&lt;/span&gt; actualli can b first de. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but to play safe.&lt;/span&gt; i checked my work. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt; so angel was de first one. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;anw.&lt;/span&gt; nothin to b happi abt bein first or wadever. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt; jus tink quite ez la. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but i noe i lost ard 3 marks le.&lt;/span&gt; cos of those stupid theory parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after exam went to hv lunch wif chap,&lt;/span&gt; jimmy, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jaren n candice at biz park.&lt;/span&gt; i had roast pork rice. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;kinda like eatin myself yea.&lt;/span&gt; haha. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;oops.&lt;/span&gt; den after eatin i rushed to meet my service batch for proj meetin cum roles delegation. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;one whole grp of ppl doin proj.&lt;/span&gt; ppl dunno still tink we havin illegal gathering. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;in de end got into marketing dept.&lt;/span&gt; haha. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nice.&lt;/span&gt; den went com lab meet jaren, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jimmy,&lt;/span&gt; candice n chap. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;saw val n jamie there.&lt;/span&gt; nothin to do so played game there. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yup.&lt;/span&gt; den after dat went to bedok sheng shiong wif jimmy, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jaren,&lt;/span&gt; candice n chap. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;den after buyin some stuffs i went to jimmy hse to wait for him n oso to use de toilet la.&lt;/span&gt; haha. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;den went back hm while jimmy went tampines central meet his frens.&lt;/span&gt; actualli was suppose to watch the omen todae but no space. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;too popular le.&lt;/span&gt; cos todae is 6/6/06. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;best dae for watchin such movies.&lt;/span&gt; haix. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;guess other dae den.&lt;/span&gt; i oso haven watch my da vinci code. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hope its still screenin.&lt;/span&gt; so frm 4 plus i got hm slack all de way until nw. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haix.&lt;/span&gt; tmr oso slack at hm. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114960917809547417?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114960917809547417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114960917809547417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114960917809547417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114960917809547417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/06/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114814784544519791</id><published>2006-05-21T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:57:26.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How does the world see me?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you forever - Westlife ( so everyone loves me forever?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Will I have a happy life?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papercut - Linkin Park (erm. i tink its kinda sad?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do my friends really think of me?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Laura I love her - Ricky Nelson (err. dat i tell de girl i like her? wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do people secretly lust after me?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci Ji - 2moro (ok so dis is a mix song. wad has it got to do wif ppl goin after me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How can I make myself happy?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collide - Howie Day (by colliding wif ppl often? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What should I do with my life?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bu xiang zhang da - SHE (dun grow up can le)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Will I ever have children?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shuo Yi - Sylvester Sim (i suppose so? since dis is a love song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What is some good advice for me?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senorita - Justin Timberlake (dun understand dis song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. How will you be remembered?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yi ran shi peng you - Yu Heng (by bein a gd fren)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What is my signature dancing song?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chi Qing - Luo Zhi Xiang (oops. so i dance de nicest to a love song huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What do I think my current theme song is?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yi Lei - Jay Zhou (i dun even hv any memory of havin dis song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What does everyone else think my current theme song is?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cao cao - Lin Jun Jie (oo. so dis is de image i portray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What song will play at my funeral?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;xiao chou yu - Luo Zhi Xiang (DIAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What type of men/women do you like?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zui ai ni de ren shi wo - Huang Pin Yuan (no link)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What is my day going to be like?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;duan le de xuan - Jay Zhou (haix. goin to b broken. so its a bad dae ahead) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114814784544519791?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114814784544519791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114814784544519791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114814784544519791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114814784544519791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114743294405954168</id><published>2006-05-12T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:31:54.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;orite..&lt;/span&gt; its been exactly a month since i laz blog.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;actualli its been done on purpose..&lt;/span&gt; i cld hv posted few daes back but since i hv oready nt blog for so long.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mite as well wait for de one month anniversary..&lt;/span&gt; SO.. happi b'dae "no-blog period".. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;dis is ur dae!&lt;/span&gt; alright lets get to main pt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ytd..&lt;/span&gt; i drank alot of liqueur in TAS wif my project grp n mr ignatius lee.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;he was so kind to let us try de liqueur brought by mr lucien all de way frm france..&lt;/span&gt; mr lucien is a famous cocktail maker 10 yrs back.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;n he's nw a "cocktail ambassador" for marie brizard..&lt;/span&gt; its a france company specialising in making liqueur.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;its quite famous in de market..&lt;/span&gt; so hes travelling ard de world to introduce marie brizard to students like me.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; n jus so happen he came to TAS as a guest speaker.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so halfway thru my SvcSklMtd cls..&lt;/span&gt; we went to de executive seminar to listen to him.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;b4 he even start..&lt;/span&gt; de president for de singapore food n beverage association came n tok to us abt his organisation n all.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;n tok abt de youth club he's forming..&lt;/span&gt; to let students all over singapore learn more abt de industry.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; sounds quite interesting.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ya dat doesnt matter..&lt;/span&gt; so wen dis guy went off.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mr lucien started introducing abt his company n all de liqueur they hv..&lt;/span&gt; woot.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;n in de end he even mix some cocktail for us..&lt;/span&gt; even tho i had an empty stomach.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i still drank them..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n after de cls.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my grp stayed inside de restaurant to wait for another grp mate whos in de culinary cls..&lt;/span&gt; so we played hangman n all de lame tings.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; very fun.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jus den mr ignatius lee brought back all de liqueur frm de talk..&lt;/span&gt; n said we cld try.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;n since one of my cls mates was a bartender..&lt;/span&gt; he made something for us.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;one of them was very nice..&lt;/span&gt; its called snowball (eggyolk liqueur mixed wif vodka).. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;den after dat even mr ignatius lee came to join us..&lt;/span&gt; he made damn alot of tings for us.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;screwdriver(forgot got wad le) watermelon somethin(got watermelon liqueur plus vodka) n grasshopper(mint liqueur plus 2 packs of creamer plus vodka)..&lt;/span&gt; de grasshopper was de nicest.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cos its nt very strong n its full of mint taste n very swt..&lt;/span&gt; its jus plain mint plus creamer plus abit of vodka taste.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so we stayed in de restaurant till ard 6 plus den went off..&lt;/span&gt; hmm.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;we stayed in TAS to do project for CRS..&lt;/span&gt; i tink my grp was de second laz to leave TAS.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HTMIG ppl were de laz to leave i guess..&lt;/span&gt; since they were still havin meeting wen we left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;n todae is a pub hol..&lt;/span&gt; n i m all alone at hm whole dae.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;doin nothin but playin single player games..&lt;/span&gt; hmm.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i dunno wad to to on mothers dae..&lt;/span&gt; dunno whether my bro is goin to restaurant or wad.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114743294405954168?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114743294405954168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114743294405954168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114743294405954168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114743294405954168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/05/orite.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114491187285757942</id><published>2006-04-12T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:14:04.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;orite..&lt;/span&gt; after my work later on.. i will b stopping work for de semester.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;shall continue wif de work next holiday..&lt;/span&gt; i like dat work environment.. i like everyone there cept for de manager who kinda oways picks on me yeap.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;learn quite alot frm there..&lt;/span&gt; all de italian food.. wadever la.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ya..&lt;/span&gt; altho de pay there is crap.. but nvm la.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nice environment..&lt;/span&gt; but if my cousin workplace has vacancy i will certainly go work there.. wa lau.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nice environment..&lt;/span&gt; freakin slack plus $6/per hr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;orientation is comin soon..&lt;/span&gt; i m so lookin forward to it.. business sch will get all 5 awards dis time.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nt like laz yr onli got 3..&lt;/span&gt; we can achieve 5 awards dis time.. SL oei.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cmon shi hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114491187285757942?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114491187285757942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114491187285757942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114491187285757942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114491187285757942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/04/orite.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114430529413615659</id><published>2006-04-05T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:04:31.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;orite!&lt;/span&gt; i m officially an SL.. wahaha.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;it was fun in de camp tho i din realli socialise much wif my own grp..&lt;/span&gt; n instead alot wif other grps.. got to noe alot ppl frm other grps too.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/span&gt; yes.. let me tok abt de whole camp.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;shi hui so lazy..&lt;/span&gt; start to blog abt de camp nv sae anythin onli sae some words den go slp.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;FIRST DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met shi hui at mushroom.. den we went to LT 17.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i followed shi hui to her grp since i hv a fren in her grp too..&lt;/span&gt; n tok to her grp ppl while waitin for my grp to appear.. after a while.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;finally i c a grp of ppl who were holding lineyards wif de same colour as mine..&lt;/span&gt; n since it was startin soon.. i guess it wld b better to join my grp.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;crap..&lt;/span&gt; all de grps name were named after birds.. birds dat i nv heard of too.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i knew it wld b havoc wif de cheers wif all de bird names ard..&lt;/span&gt; ok.. so since i did nt noe anyone in my grp.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but it seems dat all of them knew each other..&lt;/span&gt; i jus sat there quietly.. occassionally tokin to de guy beside me.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;until finally i saw a guy whos frm HTM too holdin de same colour of lineyard..&lt;/span&gt; knew him frm de HTMIG amazing race.. woo.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;at least i noe someone..&lt;/span&gt; tink he oso dunno anyone else frm our grp.. so jus tok to him abit.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;was very sleepy so nv socialise ard..&lt;/span&gt; too tired to.. ok so blah blah blah wif de introduction n all.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ice-breakin games..&lt;/span&gt; finally i noe who are my grp mates.. our grp name is Kurabura.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;short form Kura..&lt;/span&gt; grp members if i can remember were garry, felix, liz, amy, wei keat, april, cassandra, adeline, lindee, ying ying, teng feng, n one girl whom i cant seem to remember her name altho shes quite active in de grp.. crap.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;yea..&lt;/span&gt; so first dae we went ard de sch playin station games.. but soon after we finish de second game it started to rain heavily.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my shoe was totally wet inside out..&lt;/span&gt; YES.. smelly!?!? &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;eew..&lt;/span&gt; so de third game was changed to indoor.. i got my face n mouth full of flour.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;disgustinr rite..&lt;/span&gt; had to brush my teeth to get them off.. stupid game.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;had to take mentos swts out of de flour usin mouth..&lt;/span&gt; ya.. so blah blah blah.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nite game..&lt;/span&gt; theres dis cluedo game which i tot was crap de first time i played it.. but dis one was totally cool.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;theres 16 characters in total walkin ard business sch..&lt;/span&gt; in de form of human n ghosts.. de ghosts were totally cool.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;wif their face white n walkin slowly ard de sch wif their heads dwn..&lt;/span&gt; ya.. so.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;in de end we had to solve a mystery of how two of de characters died..&lt;/span&gt; my grp amazingly won!! haha wif a pt of 9.5/10.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;second grp onli had 7/10..&lt;/span&gt; goes to show how great my grp was.. wahaha.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ok so we din slp for de first nite..&lt;/span&gt; i was wif shi hui n kannan grp tokin abt ghost story in de sch.. YES.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;u all can ask me whr r de locations if u all ever c me..&lt;/span&gt; n after ghosts stories we somehow link to dreams.. religion stuffs.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;n finally abt ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sports complex at 7am.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but none of de FA(leaders) were there..&lt;/span&gt; suppose to hv PT.. so one of de SL recieve an SMS sayin report at 7.30 instead.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cos i tink de FAs were slpin..&lt;/span&gt; ya.. mus forgiv them since they were bz de whole nite planning for us.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so we tok n tok n tok for half an hr..&lt;/span&gt; until 3 FA came n told us meet at 8 instead.. so some of them got fed-up.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;especially becos de nite b4 while everyone were tokin..&lt;/span&gt; one of de FA came n told us to wake up at 6 to get ready.. so wake up at 6am to meet at 8am? &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;crap..&lt;/span&gt; so nvm.. everyone jus lingered ard.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;until 8am..&lt;/span&gt; we went for outdoor cookin near de rock climbin area.. woo.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nicest maggee mee i ever eaten frm outdoor cookin..&lt;/span&gt; luckily we had alot of HTM students in my grp.. hahaha.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;den after noon we had to run ard TP(nt business sch alone) lookin for small sheets of paper which were suppose to b treasures..&lt;/span&gt; my grp i tink had de most treasures at de end.. n we were de onli grp to hv jackpot in a game call jackpot which was compulsory for everyone to play.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we were oso de onli grp to play dog n bone..&lt;/span&gt; another game.. den at nite we played command and conquer.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;every grp were given home bases..&lt;/span&gt; n we had to guard our flag there wif 30 cards which were our life.. we had to play scissors paper stone wif other ppl frm other grps to win.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;each win wins us a card..&lt;/span&gt; so in de end.. my grp was de first one to attk i suppose.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;becos everywhr we c ppl guarding their own bases like so scared lidat..&lt;/span&gt; we ventured frm engine blk all de way to ITAS den to biz sch.. den to sports complex.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;de sports complex grp hid in a small place whr we spend very long lookin for it..&lt;/span&gt; ya but finally we saw it n attk them.. total won 2 cards frm their base.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but wen we got out of de base..&lt;/span&gt; we saw one of their grp members alone.. so we wanted to make her our prisoner of war n played wif her.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;wow..&lt;/span&gt; she was so scared dat she trembled.. but in de end -.-" we lost 2 rds to her n went off.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so we went back to our base becos each one of us 4 had onli one card left..&lt;/span&gt; means if anyone attk us n win we will become their POW.. wen we got back we realise ppl actualli attk our base.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but we won them so nvm..&lt;/span&gt; so we sent another grp of ppl out.. dis time they brought back one POW.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;meaning they won some ppl..&lt;/span&gt; but oso lost some of our own cards too.. while ppl were sent out.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;other grp members were playin dice in de base..&lt;/span&gt; our FA was so kind to bring dat to us.. ya.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so after dat eevryone jus stayed in base to rest n wait for de final cmd to stop cos we onli ahd a few of our own cards left..&lt;/span&gt; after dat game we had another nite walk.. dis time its ard business sch.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;walkin ard lvl 5 and 6 wif no lights at all n ppl ard tryin to scare us n suppose to find lineyards in grps of 4..&lt;/span&gt; so de moment i got out of de flight of strs there was dis girl standing next to de wall behind sayin :"oh realli" haha.. dat was real lame.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;n i "diao" her..&lt;/span&gt; nt stare.. its de lame diao.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; so actualli there was nothin in de cls room.. but we were told to search de cls rooms as well.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-.-" made us do stupid tings to scare ourselves..&lt;/span&gt; ya.. so lvl 5 wasnt scary.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;den went up to lvl 6..&lt;/span&gt; 2 guys sitting there but they werent there to scare us.. they were misleading us.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sayin there were no more lineyards..&lt;/span&gt; DOH.. we actualli believed them n went on towards other parts of lvl 6.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so at de middle part we saw another grp..&lt;/span&gt; n there was a girl cryin.. cos there dis guy.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;who jus jumped out n scare them..&lt;/span&gt; so my grp was fortunate to b jus rite behind them n we din kena.. so we came to de other end of lvl 6 n still we did nt find de lineyards we were suppose to find frm lvl 6.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so we went back..&lt;/span&gt; n we saw de guy who was suppose to jump out doin nothin.. ya.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;back to de 2 guys who mislead us..&lt;/span&gt; found de lineyards.. so had to go back to de other end to go dwn.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;den de guy jumped out tryin to scare us..&lt;/span&gt; so all 4 of us.. acted to b scared.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cos we oready saw him..&lt;/span&gt; n we knew he was gonna jump out.. so eevryone jus "ahh" in de sarcastic way.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/span&gt; den went dwnstairs le.. ok at nite i went out of sch wif gavin n kannan.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;both frm other grp..&lt;/span&gt; for supper! den went back sch to finally get some slp.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we started slpin at 3 plus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for breakfast.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;den went to temusu grove for a game..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. lame shall nt elaborate.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;can ask me in person abt it if u wan to noe..&lt;/span&gt; den after dat went for cheering compe at LT 17.. in de end my grp won de best grp award.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;de best award a grp can ever hv..&lt;/span&gt; cos we got de most pts frm all de games past 2 daes.. so after dat we had some grp de briefing.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;de sadest moment..&lt;/span&gt; time to part.. haha.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so we went to tampines ccentral to hv dinner..&lt;/span&gt; some of them went hm.. i went to join ridhwan grp.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hilarious man..&lt;/span&gt; theres dis guy whos oways jokin ard.. ya.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;den after dat join kannan grp..&lt;/span&gt; cos ridhwan grp goin hm.. they actualli played dat murderer game outside KFC.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; den ya.. got some numbers frm ppl.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;jus to kip in contact since next sem i will b goin sentosa for studies..&lt;/span&gt; den after dat announce de end of SL camp.. everyone went hm.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;till nw i onli got one contact frm my grp..&lt;/span&gt; n another 2 FAs.. dun wan to noe n dun care.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;since they oready hv my contact...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114430529413615659?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114430529413615659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114430529413615659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114430529413615659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114430529413615659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/04/orite-i-m-officially-sl.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114328754612869427</id><published>2006-03-25T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T03:52:26.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAGGED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lovers. Specify the gender of the target. Tag 4 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their page saying that they've been tagged. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Perfect Girl Goes...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. have to be chatty.. cos i can b boring at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. dun whine too much.. but i guess if alot i oso wun mind.. it actualli sounds cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. trust n understand me.. adapt to me well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. love me onli.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. looks ez to bully but actualli nt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. mus b holy.. mus b innocent.. mus b high.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. smarter den me can liao.. very ez one.. quite obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.. describe someone u realli like? oops.. oo.. rainie yang chen ling oso can.. wahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114328754612869427?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114328754612869427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114328754612869427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114328754612869427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114328754612869427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/03/tagged-instructions-tagged-victim-has.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114302596475492120</id><published>2006-03-22T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T03:17:46.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;its been a happi dae for me todae..&lt;/span&gt; i finished doin my pom supp paper.. free nw.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;dun nid scared of wadever exam le..&lt;/span&gt; at least for dis one month.. yeap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my mom cooked corn soup todae..&lt;/span&gt; fuckin nice.. very long since my mom last cooked.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;dats de reason y i blog abt such tings too..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. yeap.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i envy my cousins..&lt;/span&gt; get to drink soup everydae for dinner.. me onli eat outside food..&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish upon de stars dat dean get to de finals of CSS.. even tho i noe teresa sings better den dean.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but there's oways miracles in life..&lt;/span&gt; even de magazine predicted dean n zhiyang will get into finals.. i had nv tink of renfred as a gd singer until last mondae.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;he sang quite well..&lt;/span&gt; yeap.. i noe its quite sad.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i dun wan 8310 to go too..&lt;/span&gt; but i guess he realli din improve much.. renfred improve alot.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but i still dun like u renfred..&lt;/span&gt; ahaha.. i still support 8310.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;last mondae results was fair..&lt;/span&gt; clara finally got out of de compe.. hv been expecting dis for very long le.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;yeap..&lt;/span&gt; teresa fans seem kinda happi wen dean got in.. they most probably tink dean wasnt much of a competition to teresa.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but i noe dean will improve n beat teresa flat..&lt;/span&gt; n she will!!! i so wan to hear dean sing tian kong.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;suits her voice too..&lt;/span&gt; i tink dean hv to change her way of singing.. de jay style of singing hv no benefits to her at all.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt; how i wish i cld tok to her.. but i wanna tok to ^SotonG^ more la.. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114302596475492120?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114302596475492120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114302596475492120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114302596475492120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114302596475492120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-happi-dae-for-me-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114247052803763904</id><published>2006-03-16T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:55:28.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space.&lt;/span&gt; If the inputted data was correct Ng has no white space or margins on a typical sheet of paper. Ng fills up every last inch on the top, right, left, and bottom. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt; If this is true, then Ng has a very aggressive personality toward others and quite frankly lacks a bit of respect for the space and property of other people. I would be surprised if Ng just comes into someone's home and helps himself to a drink in the refrigerator. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This can be both an obnoxious personality trait and it can be assertive and effective in getting what you want.&lt;/span&gt; There isn't much fear of getting in trouble here, Ng finds plenty of reasons to break the rules and get in trouble. (Okay, perhaps when he was younger, not anymore?) &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Basically, people with no margins are a handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng has difficulty trusting anyone. In fact, he trusts no one completely. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is a result of his trust being betrayed in the past.&lt;/span&gt; He has closed up, thus ceasing to allow close friendships. Ng truly wants close friends and desires physical relationships, but he fears he will get hurt, again. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He is lonely, yet has a crying need for close friends.&lt;/span&gt; This trait can cause much unhappiness. However, it can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Something is incomplete in Ng's life.&lt;/span&gt; He feels frustration relating to his physical needs and desires. Somewhere in his life there is some disappointment, non-fulfillment, and interruption. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is very likely to relate to Ng's sexual needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng is having a lack of physical energy at the time this handwriting was written. If someone has very short and straight down lower loops (like in the y or g), this indicates this person's physical drive (activity or sex) is compromised. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Usually, this indicates the person simply isn't interested in getting too physical right now.&lt;/span&gt; This could be a temporary mood which often happens when the body is sick and is healing. Or, this could be a result of an emotional or physical issue that is effecting Ng 's energy level and interest in sex. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sex doesn't seem to be a priority at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect his ego when he feels hurt. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He pokes people harder than he gets poked.&lt;/span&gt; These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ng's true self-image is unreasonably low.&lt;/span&gt; Someone once told Ng that he wasn't a great and beautiful person, and he believed them. Ng also has a fear that he might fail if he takes large risks. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Therefore he resists setting his goals too high, risking failure.&lt;/span&gt; He doesn't have the internal confidence that frees him to take risks and chance failure. Ng is capable of accomplishing much more than he is presently achieving. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;All this relates to his self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt; Ng's self-concept is artificially low. Ng will stay in a bad situation much too long... &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt; Because he is afraid that if he makes a change, it might get worse. It is hard for Ng to plan too far into the future. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He kind of takes things on a day to day basis.&lt;/span&gt; He may tell you his dreams but he is living in today, with a fear of making a change. No matter how loud he speaks, look at his actions. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is perhaps the biggest single barrier to happiness people not believing in and loving themselves.&lt;/span&gt; Ng is an example of someone living with a low self-image, because their innate self-confidence was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng is a cumulative and procedural thinker. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He likes to have all the facts before making a decision.&lt;/span&gt; He thinks or creates much like a brick mason, stacking fact upon fact. His thought pattern or the conclusion will not be complete until the last fact is in place. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Like that brick wall, Ng learns faster through visual demonstration than through quick verbal instructions.&lt;/span&gt; Once he has learned new material, and understood it, he won't forget. Ng is a methodical thinker, therefore he is able to build things and come up with new ideas. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In an argument, he often loses to rapid thinking people because he is thinking thirty minutes later about what he should have said.&lt;/span&gt; These people often are very booksmart, but can be out-gunned in a rapid fire verbal debate. He may learn new ideas at a slower pace than other "less detailed" people, but once he gets it, he can handle repetition. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Some people hate jobs with too much repetition, he can handle it better than most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng will be candid and direct when expressing his opinion. He will tell them what he thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So, if they don't really want his opinion, don't ask for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng will demand respect and will expect others to treat him with honor and dignity. Ng believes in his ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He has a lot of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng has difficulty making decisions. His mind changes constantly. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He lives in an emotional tug of war.&lt;/span&gt; Ng could be described like a thermometer. Today warm and friendly, yet tomorrow he may be distant and cold, not wanting to be close to anyone. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Some research indicates that people with a severe variety in the slant of their handwriting have an inability to tolerate sugar and are suffering the side-effects of too much sugar in their diet.&lt;/span&gt; If moods swings are a reoccurring issue, investigate the diet. If Ng encounters a situation he cannot handle he frequently pulls into himself. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He feels his emotions are secure if he is withdrawn.&lt;/span&gt; When he has solved the problem he can be very outgoing and again need other people's companionship. Some see Ng as very moody, but it it would be more accurate to say he has two complete personalities that he chooses depending on the circumstance. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This type of person is often hard to understand because no one knows what personality he is exhibiting today.&lt;/span&gt; He may not be bothered by something one minute, then the next minute become upset at the same thing. It is very difficult to pin down Ng's emotional expressiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially.&lt;/span&gt; According to the data input, Ng doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114247052803763904?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114247052803763904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114247052803763904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114247052803763904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114247052803763904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-graphologist-spacing-on-page.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114223386892722271</id><published>2006-03-13T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:13:01.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ytd went to toa payoh jus for LAN..&lt;/span&gt; haiz.. go so far.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;zzz..&lt;/span&gt; den met all de team members.. had lunch n dinner there.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;joke alot..&lt;/span&gt; luff alot ytd.. but still cant quench my thirst for more laughter.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;n cant bring out de fun in me..&lt;/span&gt; cos i noe i nid somethin else.. den after dat at 1 plus am my cousin called me for supper.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so he n his fren waited under my blk for half an hr for me to finish my cs match..&lt;/span&gt; den he drove us to sempang bedok for supper! wee.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i had a plain n an egg prata wif teh tarik..&lt;/span&gt; de prata there average ba.. de teh tarik was nice.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;den my cousin wanted to try de murtabak so he ordered one..&lt;/span&gt; sayin all of us share it.. in de end turn out de price is de same as other shops outside but de size is double.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we had difficulty finishing it man..&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.. realli very big.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;too bad i dun hv my fone other wise cfm got pic..&lt;/span&gt; ya la.. actualli dis posting damn random.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nothin to post ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck sizzler man.. i dun hv any dae of work dis week even tho i gave my schedule long ago.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;stupid managers nv even call me to tell me anythin..&lt;/span&gt; n nv even return my call even tho they promised to.. zzz.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;dunno whether i m workin anot..&lt;/span&gt; no money la cb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114223386892722271?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114223386892722271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114223386892722271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114223386892722271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114223386892722271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/03/ytd-went-to-toa-payoh-jus-for-lan_13.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114198912772091443</id><published>2006-03-07T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T03:18:26.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POM: F&lt;br /&gt;Comm Skills 2: C+&lt;br /&gt;Macroeconomics: D&lt;br /&gt;TTO: C&lt;br /&gt;Biz Stats: D&lt;br /&gt;National Edu: P&lt;br /&gt;Psycho: B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Supp paper for me dis sem again..&lt;/span&gt; guess keng kee is jus a dickhead who doesnt noe how to study huh.. tinkin of quittin sch.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;jus go ns straight since so many of my frens doin so..&lt;/span&gt; tot of suicide b4 oso.. yep.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i m nt fit to b a hotel manager anymore..&lt;/span&gt; nw i hv no more ambitions.. no more dreams to fulfil.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;jus to study hard n pass my diploma if i still goin to cont ..&lt;/span&gt; but if nt i dunno how to survive so i guess i hv to cont.. a loner takin supp paper.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt; congrats to all u peeps out there who passed well or at least passed.. shld hv gone to eng sch.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;electrical engineering..&lt;/span&gt; or mechatronics.. freakin all A math.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cfm get Z..&lt;/span&gt; yep.. no use complaining rite nw.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;jus get on wif life n suit myself to fate..&lt;/span&gt; N i still luv my sotong.. haha.. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to candice i dun luv dat online girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9008ydhz-k&amp;feature=Recent&amp;amp;amp;page=7&amp;t=t&amp;amp;f=b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9008ydhz-k&amp;feature=Recent&amp;amp;amp;page=7&amp;t=t&amp;amp;f=b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114198912772091443?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114198912772091443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114198912772091443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114198912772091443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114198912772091443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/03/pom-f-comm-skills-2-c-macroeconomics-d.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114122669794474662</id><published>2006-03-01T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:24:57.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wow..&lt;/span&gt; todae woke up at 12 plus pm.. cos heard unfamiliar voice at my door.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den go c..&lt;/span&gt; lolx.. my mom tokin to 2 firemen.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cos got ppl sae my neighbour hse got smoke come out..&lt;/span&gt; den they askin my mom for my neighbour's number.. sad.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;we onli got their hse number so cant help them much..&lt;/span&gt; after a while they go off le.. wen i look out de door to de lift area.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wow..&lt;/span&gt; got another 3 firemen.. lolx.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so much excitement..&lt;/span&gt; ok sua ku la.. den continue play computer altho my mom was so paranoid.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sae prepare everythin fast fast..&lt;/span&gt; in case they wan to evacuate us.. HAHA.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so damn funny..&lt;/span&gt; got another paranoid in my hse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jus nw met jimson, jaren, shi hui n joycey at aljunied MRT.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den we went to geylang for dinner..&lt;/span&gt; hmm.. had beef hor fun first.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den came de teeny weeny bit of claypot frog legs..&lt;/span&gt; freakin 5 pieces onli.. den had oyster omelette.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;all very nice..&lt;/span&gt; even de tea taste nice.. haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den went to hv dou jiang you tiao..&lt;/span&gt; damn nice.. even cold dou jiang oso nice sia.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den go had tim sum..&lt;/span&gt; wa.. nicest tim sum i ever eaten.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den had dou hua..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. very nice oso.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;woohoo..&lt;/span&gt; todae is heaven.. cheap n tasty n filling food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;todae i m damn pissed by 2 person..&lt;/span&gt; lolx.. ok maybe onli one.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;plus his family is crap..&lt;/span&gt; totally pissed.. maybe i m very sensitive but seriously.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wad crap..&lt;/span&gt; den another one kip sayin rong tings.. but dat one is i sensitive so nvm.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bwahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114122669794474662?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114122669794474662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114122669794474662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114122669794474662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114122669794474662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114106231451184032</id><published>2006-02-27T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:45:14.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo.. finally i decided on a blogskin.. haha.. spend de nite lookin for a nice one.. settled on dis for nw.. m gonna find a new n nicer n easier-to-navigate one.. haha.. so jus settle for dis first.. quite nice oso.. jus dat no pics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114106231451184032?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114106231451184032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114106231451184032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114106231451184032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114106231451184032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/02/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114085431720131600</id><published>2006-02-25T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:58:37.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Finally exams are over..&lt;/span&gt; Went to town with jaren, joyce, pam, candice, shi hui for Chap's present yesterdae.. Shop for so long before we finally decided on something.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;than we went to cineleisure for k-box..&lt;/span&gt; candice went to meet her friends.. i swear i am never going to go to k-box on friday nights ever again.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it's so freaking expensive..&lt;/span&gt; but anyway.. since it's after all our exams so never mind la.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;we sneaked KFC and BK meals inside..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. successful!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i didn't manage to sing alot of songs..&lt;/span&gt; only sang along with others when they sing.. don't quite like to sing using a mike.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my voice totally become different everytime..&lt;/span&gt; don't know why.. just like my brother's friend talk to me on the phone.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;thought since when my brother got a sister..&lt;/span&gt; kns.. hear my voice thought girl.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wth..&lt;/span&gt; than we went home at 10.30.. went to slack with my brothers.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hui ying and janson..&lt;/span&gt; finally the Mac near my house is 24HRS.. haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;did some lame things which are in hui ying's phone now..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. me and my Zachary stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Recently quite EMO sia..&lt;/span&gt; dunno y.. haiz.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i seriously tink y m i treated dis way by u..&lt;/span&gt; hv been helpin alot frens solve their probs.. but my own prob i cant do anythin.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wth..&lt;/span&gt; life is so boring.. i dunno wad to do or how to do to tell u.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to approach u..&lt;/span&gt; to impress u.. guess i just stick to my games n swimming till i m enlightened? &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LOVE IS THE BIGGEST VULGARITY I'VE LEARNT IN LIFE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114085431720131600?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114085431720131600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114085431720131600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114085431720131600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114085431720131600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114024647044061176</id><published>2006-02-18T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:07:50.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Top 10 list my gf/bf hv to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: always be there for me when i need help or when i wanna share my happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:love me wholeheartedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:have to come up with topics to tok abt cos i everytime no topic to tok de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:dun b petty n b angry becos of small matters.. if big matters angry i dun mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:put our pic as hp wallpaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:thrust me n understand me well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:give me surprises once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:cook for me occassionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:call me swt names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:love me for who i m.. dun try to change me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114024647044061176?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114024647044061176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114024647044061176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114024647044061176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114024647044061176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/02/top-10-list-my-gfbf-hv-to-do-10-always.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-114024525460294550</id><published>2006-02-18T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:47:34.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously.. y does life suck so much.. havin a family whr no one care or show concern abt u.. havin a gd fren like dun hv lidat.. all hypocrites.. whrs everyone wen i need them.. all dun help me.. to tink i oways help dis gd fren.. now i need help n whrs he.. fuck.. family dun need to sae.. haven 2 shitheads under de same rooftop is like hell.. oways use money to push ppl ard.. like earn manoy damn big.. i noe money makes de world go round.. but dis is seriously too much.. nt helpin in times of need.. even sae sarcastic words.. wtf.. i tot of suicide again jus nw.. wad will happen... CRYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE OF AN ASB SUX.. I WANNA GET THRU DIS BUT I DOUBT I WILL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-114024525460294550?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/114024525460294550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=114024525460294550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114024525460294550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/114024525460294550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/02/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113940008591951059</id><published>2006-02-08T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T04:01:25.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;todae had comm skills summative test..&lt;/span&gt; SUX.. during de 10 minutes i read thru n i tot i was gonna die for insufficient info for all of them.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so ya..&lt;/span&gt; "u may start now" everyone start doin.. i turn den saw jimson still nv take up his pen.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den i was like wa so confident he can do ah..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. den do lo.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;all my answers in short form..&lt;/span&gt; like number form or pt form.. nv write in para form.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dunno can anot..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. din do 6 marks question cos i totally din study dat.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den wen i handed up de paper mrs lai said there are still ppl who hv not done de test..&lt;/span&gt; pls dun tell them.. den i look at pam n smile.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; cos alot of us oready got tips frm those classes dat took de test.. woohoo.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;which practically means ALOT lesser tings to study!!!&lt;/span&gt; den after test suppose to hv a cls "lao yu sheng" ting.. but in de end everyone left.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;left 7 ppl..&lt;/span&gt; so we postponed to fridae.. den went opposite TP to hv lunch wif jimmy sheryl chap n candice.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den went to buy 4D..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHAP.. U HAVEN PAY ME BACK MONEY FOR THE 4D!!! GRR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113940008591951059?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113940008591951059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113940008591951059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113940008591951059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113940008591951059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/02/todae-had-comm-skills-summative-test.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113905246416179933</id><published>2006-02-04T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T03:27:44.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Woke up late for psycho test todae..&lt;/span&gt; suppose to wake up at 7.45 to study for it.. in de end woke up near to reporting time.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no time to study at all..&lt;/span&gt; so jus rush to sch.. in de end everyone haven reach oso.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i was early but late for de reading time..&lt;/span&gt; pratically means everyone late for reading time.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;note: everyone here refers to onli chap n sheryl..&lt;/span&gt; den went inside take test liao.. for psychological research there's no prob.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den came to personality..&lt;/span&gt; -.- i c de question immediately skip.. den intelligence.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;took me a long time to tink of de ans..&lt;/span&gt; den for elective i did learning n social psychology.. actualli wanted to do motivation instead of social psychology.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but i heard abt a somewhat similar question wen attending de psycho revision lecture on thursdae..&lt;/span&gt; so i did social psychology.. for learning is obvious.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cos its so ez..&lt;/span&gt; finish both electives le.. went back to look at personality.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;still dunno how to do..&lt;/span&gt; so hand up de paper n went to library SCV section to meet chap n candice.. den saw joycey n jimmy there.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the whole grp came to sch to print their comm skills peer notes..&lt;/span&gt; den shi hui n sheryl came.. they print finish den we went to hv KFC again for lunch.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;todae is my consecutive fourth dae eatin KFC..&lt;/span&gt; hope tmr my frens dun go n eat KFC again.. i will vomit blood.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den now doin comm skills peer notes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113905246416179933?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113905246416179933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113905246416179933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113905246416179933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113905246416179933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/02/woke-up-late-for-psycho-test-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113897622542426924</id><published>2006-02-03T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T06:19:31.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;todae went to sch at 9 for comm skills summative test revision..&lt;/span&gt; heard alot of dunno wad ting.. dun even understand.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den went for pom tutorial..&lt;/span&gt; quite happi la.. tok to sotong more.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den realise dat no pom lecture dis week..&lt;/span&gt; so went to hv KFC for lunch wif malty, shi hui, joycey, val, jaren n jimson.. den went to tampines central.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so saddening..&lt;/span&gt; reach there onli got sad news for me.. saw nigel there.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;luv his hair man..&lt;/span&gt; so cool.. den went to buy tickets for I Not Stoopid Too.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den went to play pool..&lt;/span&gt; kenna thrash.. nv even win once.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; den went to watch movie le.. saw hazel family.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;they sittin rite in front of us in de cinema..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. very nice la de movie.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;shld go watch..&lt;/span&gt; "mus watch" movie.. so emo lo de movie.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; joycey, shi hui n hazel dun sae ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den sat bus 8 wif shi hui.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jus suddenly came up wif a joke..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. cos my ez-link no more money.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den shi hui sae nid giv me coins not..&lt;/span&gt; i sae dun nid.. so heres de conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shi Hui=SH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me=KK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SH:u not enuff money leh.. later how u take bus back.. nid me lend u coins not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KK:dun nid la.. at most i no coins go up de bus look at de uncle pitifully lo.. den uncle still nv sae anythin at most i take out pen n stab my finger.. den pluck it off n put inside de box lo.. (cos jus nice durin POM tutorial todae i was usin my pen to stab my fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SH:omg.. dats so sadistic.. den de uncle wanted to sae nvm but too late.. den u(KK) sae den can i hv my finger back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KK:den i take out de glue n ask him to stick back for me.. (cos jus nice i had a glue in my bag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den can imagine de uncle take out de finger frm de box n try to stick back for me usin de glue..&lt;/span&gt; bwahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113897622542426924?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113897622542426924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113897622542426924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113897622542426924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113897622542426924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/02/todae-went-to-sch-at-9-for-comm-skills.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113880858655574110</id><published>2006-02-02T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T04:19:52.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to sch for POM presentation.. den had KFC for lunch wif jaren, shi hui n joycey.. went back to sch.. met jimson.. went to library project rm to slack.. played wif shi hui n joycey make up kits.. den went for SL interview wif shi hui.. quite ok la.. hope i get in.. den went to glass hse fish n co. for cls reunion dinner.. i had seafood platter n dunno wad freeze.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/Picture%20635.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;damn big.. den went to walk ard PS wif pam, shi hui, joycey, jimson, chap n candice.. den went hm le.. enjoyed de dinner.. damn fun.. except for a certain part la.. haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to uncle hse in seng kang for steamboat.. ate till quite full.. den watch tv all de way till 6 plus.. went aljunied to aunt hse for another dinner.. onli ate a spoon of rice a little tings.. haha.. damn full frm de steamboat.. den went changi hospital visit grandpa.. he look quite frail.. was abt to cry wen i saw him but didnt.. lucky...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to uncle hse in simei to collect my ang baos.. haha.. had lunch there.. did nothin.. onli ate alot of raisins n peanuts.. haha.. n saw a Mayday MTV.. den went to changi hospital visit grandpa again.. den went back hm.. den went to grandma hse in seng kang.. collect ang bao again.. woohoo.. played PS2 there cos me n my bro brought ours there.. our uncle said he knew how to play a game so challenged us.. so.. in de end we ended up playin de whole time we were there.. den went hm le...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to visit grandpa again.. den went to uncle hse in Tampines for steamboat again.. dis time i ate damn full.. den chat wif pam online usin my cousin com.. saw flower for de first time on tv cos of pam.. den played cards wif aunts n cousins.. total won $8.80.. maximum reached $10.. minimum reached -$2.. haha.. so lucky.. win 8.80(fa).. den went hm le...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;31Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to temple in aljunied to pay respects to my dad.. den walk ard de temple lookin at the fortune of de 12 symbolic animals.. pay respects to the "shen".. den went hm le.. saw cecilia on de bus dat drove past me.. haha.. den uncle came to my hse at nite.. first visitor.. haha.. surprisingly someone came to my hse for bai nian.. so messy still got ppl come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to sch as usual.. had role play for comm skills.. we r so screwed.. jus giv me a screwdriver n a screw pls.. heard frm jaren dat their grp got full marks for one submitted worksheet n 4/5 for another.. my grp onli got 2/5 for de latter one n dunno how much for de first la.. den rush econs in de com lab n finally handed in.. requested an extension of dateline for Dai Wei frm Ms Wong.. den went for movie at century square wif pam, joycey n jimmy.. Memoirs of a Geisha.. quite boring.. tok tok tok all de way.. onli some interesting parts.. den had KFC for dinner.. den went hm le...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113880858655574110?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113880858655574110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113880858655574110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113880858655574110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113880858655574110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14662976.post-113820395960278982</id><published>2006-01-25T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T07:45:59.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dis 2 weeks were bad bad weeks..&lt;/span&gt; i cried to Tiffy on saturdae.. rite after i had a fight wif my mom.. first time i fought wif her.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was realli pathetic..&lt;/span&gt; Tiffy oso dunno wad to do.. jus laid dwn on my legs n not doin anythin.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dat was de laz time i ever got close wif Tiffy..&lt;/span&gt; cos de dae after de bitch took him back to my grandma hse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to c my grandpa in Changi Hospital todae.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he's in a realli bad state..&lt;/span&gt; almost cried wen i saw him.. my eyes were oready watery.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i held back..&lt;/span&gt; quarreled wif dat bitch rite outside de wards.. her words oways make ppl so pissed off.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jus wen my anger simmer dwn abit..&lt;/span&gt; so jus quarrel lohz.. untill my uncle pull me around de corner.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;away frm each other sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to east point to eat sakae sushi wif my brother n cousin.. i had chicken katsu don n soft shell crab handroll n salmon skin gunkan sushi n a piece of fried salmon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den now at hm..&lt;/span&gt; jus quarreled wif my mom again.. surprisingly how she can act so well.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;how she can change de facts to her advantage..&lt;/span&gt; how she can change her emotion jus so suddenly.. -finger to you- &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;demanding an apology when you r at fault..&lt;/span&gt; no f-kin way bitch.. i rather starve n wash my own clothes.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cant let such ting be ur custom..&lt;/span&gt; can happen now means can happen next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113820395960278982?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113820395960278982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113820395960278982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113820395960278982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113820395960278982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/01/dis-2-weeks-were-bad-bad-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113786413413834802</id><published>2006-01-22T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:22:15.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>laz nite went to allen n tao's b'dae chalet.. freakin alot of ppl sia.. met viky n kannan at pasir ris interchange.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so we went there together..&lt;/span&gt; first to reach sia.. zzz.. den we went to play pool wen zul n hafiz arrived..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; guess wad..&lt;/span&gt; wen we finish pool n went back almost all de food were gone.. cos suddenly durin dat 1-hr we were gone everyone came.. so ya met alot of ppl whom i missed out on wen we left dmn sec.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mr chow came n our cls had a gd tok wif him..&lt;/span&gt; n he actualli mistook me for another guy in my cls.. omg.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dat is so shit..&lt;/span&gt; but nvm.. cos he taught us in sec 3.. its oready been 3 yrs since we laz saw him.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den after dat alot of ppl went hm..&lt;/span&gt; left ard 10-15 ex 4F ppl.. we went to play arcade.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den after dat jasmine kannan n roy went hm..&lt;/span&gt; meldon they all went near kannan hse there for beer.. i follow andy they all to chalet.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we drank vodka plus sprite there..&lt;/span&gt; de first cup i had was still ok.. still can play x box properly.. den second cup my stomach started to feel hot.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den 3rd n 4th cup i jus gulp them dwn..&lt;/span&gt; so was quite high after dat.. ke lian jeffrey cos he had to help me walk all de way to cheers cos i wanted to follow n back to de chalet.. i was practically swaying side to side.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ready to squash jeffrey anytime..&lt;/span&gt; lucky i din fall dwn or wad.. otherwise would hv been so embarassing.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;anw after dat i went upstair to take a rest..&lt;/span&gt; cos goin back hm soon.. didnt noe dat i actualli slept thru de nite n turn out i woke up in de morning.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lol..&lt;/span&gt; i told my mom i will be back ard 2-3 plus am.. haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so morning wake up..&lt;/span&gt; wash face a while den go hm le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i reach hm my mom still not back yet.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so on de com play game..&lt;/span&gt; wen my mom came hm she started scoldin me like wtf man.. wad did i do rong dat she hv to scold me everytime she reaches hm.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i havin a headache frm laz nite's alcohol still f-kin scold scold scold LJ..&lt;/span&gt; ok nvm.. den brought Tiffy dwn for a walk.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;saw de bridge linking bus stop to TP..&lt;/span&gt; full of lime green ppl.. dunno doin wad cheer.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;damn loud la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went hm.. had a fight wif my mom.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;realli fight k..&lt;/span&gt; i tolerate for damn long le.. now is not my fault.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;n she still sae she tolerate me for damn long..&lt;/span&gt; spoil my keyboard some more.. she hit me first so i jus push her away.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;onli push..&lt;/span&gt; i nv punch her.. imagine if i punch her.. oways hit me tink i dun dare to retaliate.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so she started using weapons..&lt;/span&gt; take metal chair n throw at me.. lucky i block wif my hands.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;if not hit me i sure pain..&lt;/span&gt; den jus push her again.. if not she continue take chair throw me.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;was damn pissed..&lt;/span&gt; wads worse is dat she called my aunt n complained.. while she dialled de number she started cryin.. den tok to my aunt a while (wif me intefering n defending myself as well) den put dwn le.. rite after my mom put dwn de fone she stopped cryin n started scoldin me again.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;like wtf?&lt;/span&gt; she can be pro actress ready la.. seriously.. continue whining abt it n complain like nobody's business man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;den after dat met kannan..&lt;/span&gt; suppose to go swim.. but turn out we cant becos we took his uncle's safra card.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;n his uncle nid to bring us in..&lt;/span&gt; therefore we went for archery.. was damn fun.. but its a fire to my pocket la.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;totally burnt it..&lt;/span&gt; $8 per hr.. nvm.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;had fun..&lt;/span&gt; den met lulu go orchard walk walk.. she wanted to buy cny clothes.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so me n kannan practically followed her to gals shops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113786413413834802?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113786413413834802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113786413413834802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113786413413834802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113786413413834802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/01/laz-nite-went-to-allen-n-taos-bdae.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113731689421199424</id><published>2006-01-15T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:30:22.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;13 Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went for amazing race organised by HTMIG(Hospitality and Tourism Management Interest Group) which is a race between 10 teams all ard singapore lead by clues.. shi hui me chap candice n jaren took part..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; they came to my hse to slack n to use de com first on fridae..&lt;/span&gt; den we went sch to hv dinner.. den went LT 17 for de briefing.. suppose to start at 6.30.. but den hv to wait for ppl who r comin frm TAS.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so in de end onli started at 6.45 or so..&lt;/span&gt; first stop was biz sch lvl 3.. de clue lead us to de mushroom.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but there was a small trick..&lt;/span&gt; there was nothin there.. we had to look at de back of de paper for de next clue.. alot of teams were at de mushroom till one grp by one grp slowly realise.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we were de second last..&lt;/span&gt; omg.. den went to sports complex.. dats where de first leg started..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; we had all of our clues given..&lt;/span&gt; so we planned our next stop.. there was one in tampines.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i cld not confirm de place so we din go there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went straight to paya lebar instead.. we had to guess words frm one grp member actions.. so we make chaplin act since he oways like to make sound effects n acting.. was so funny wen he acted memoirs of geisha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; den after dat we went to clifford pier.. dis was de mistake we made.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos there was no stop..&lt;/span&gt; it was in bugis sim lim square.. no wonder wen we went there we onli saw our grp.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;zzz..&lt;/span&gt; we onli realise dis wen we reach TAS.. nvm.. after de clifford pier we went to far east square.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had to run ard finding de gates lo..&lt;/span&gt; den we met de enotria manager again.. he remembered us..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; haha..&lt;/span&gt; cos we interviewed him laz sem...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to TAS le lo.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5th grp to reach..&lt;/span&gt; was quite avg.. de onli 3 yr one grps shared a room.. it was so coincidental.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we didnt plan dat..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. quite exciting la.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but TAS dun look nice...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;14 Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up at 6am.. went for wash up n change clothes.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st stop was siloso beach sunset bay..&lt;/span&gt; but i cock up n told them it was palawan beach.. so we ended up waiting for de rong bus.. onli wen de uncle told us it was opposite den we realise.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ah..&lt;/span&gt; morning abit slow.. dats y c de map rongly.. sry guys.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if not we wun hv to walk so long..&lt;/span&gt; anw.. we walked all de way frm TAS to siloso beach.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quite a long walk tho..&lt;/span&gt; went there to solve 2 math question.. haha.. we were de laz grp to reach there.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but 3rd laz grp to leave..&lt;/span&gt; dis means our grp logical mathematic intelligence is gd.. dat was some lame question.. they were gd setting such question becos alot ppl cant tink properly so early in de morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den went to AMK..&lt;/span&gt; take foto of de big tomato on top of de building.. den went to farrer rd to take foto of de sign of Spanish Village.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wad was dat..&lt;/span&gt; we din even noe there was a spanish village in singapore.. until candice called her brother.. luckily her brother noes cos he once took a bus n it drove past it.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we were damn lucky la..&lt;/span&gt; i tink we were very competent cos we saw a grp wif road directory.. dis shows dat we can oso find places w/o road directory.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to suntec for a case solving.. had to run all over suntec to find ppl n look for clues to solve a 'murder case'.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn..&lt;/span&gt; took us whole 2 hrs.. den we decided to skip de bugis stop n went straight to the concourse.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so frm dat move we eventually wun get de top few..&lt;/span&gt; so frm there we were oready quite relax.. actualli frm de nite b4 we oready quite slack le..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; cos knew wasnt goin to win..&lt;/span&gt; cos frm de clifford pier thingy.. after minus dat marks away.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we got de lowest marks..&lt;/span&gt; so oready no hope le.. it was our enthusiasm n nv-die attitude dat got us goin.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very nice grp..&lt;/span&gt; had leng men pai jokes inside.. n oso some bonding btw us.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn cool la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anw.. we had BK for lunch at the concourse.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos it was a pit stop..&lt;/span&gt; so we had time to eat lunch.. if not everyone wan to win den dun eat lunch jus rush off.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dats y it was a pit stop..&lt;/span&gt; den we went to bishan.. look for a clover dunno wad park.. even shi hui n pam who live in bishan dunno wad it was.. turn out it was a freakin small park located in de middle of semi-terrace houses.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anw..&lt;/span&gt; shi hui's dad fetched us ard lookin for de park.. den eventually sent us to simei, our next stop.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we had to look for de 4 beauties portrait n take foto wif them..&lt;/span&gt; freaks.. there were so many replications.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we had trouble finding de laz one..&lt;/span&gt; so went to community centre n ask.. turn out it was a road n few blks away.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so after dat took bus back to TP..&lt;/span&gt; haiz.. we were de laz grp to reach.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den after dat we relax liao..&lt;/span&gt; cos nothin to do.. except to clap hands for de winners.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we bath at sports complex..&lt;/span&gt; n me n jaren went hm.. chap n candice went to eat.. shi hui met MAN n went for dinner n i hope he sends her hm.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oops..&lt;/span&gt; care too much le.. anw.. her welfare is our concern ma.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; n my welfare is ... concern.. n jaren welfare is ... concern.. n so on n so on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113731689421199424?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113731689421199424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113731689421199424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113731689421199424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113731689421199424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/01/13-janwent-for-amazing-race-organised.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113708717544379698</id><published>2006-01-13T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:33:01.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sibei sianzzz.. dis few daes hv been damn cold.. woke up freezing in de morning everydae.. n some more slp damn late dis few daes.. damn tired la.. den jus now was doin project etc etc.. nv even play game.. my mom jus scolded me for playin game n wan to deduct my allowance again.. like wtf.. so i shouted at her dat i m doin project etc etc la.. like wtf la.. doin project oso sae i play game.. haven been playin games dis few daes la.. sae i past few daes kip playin game.. knn.. idiot.. brother.. if u r reading my blog feel free to tell mom i scold her here.. i nv do anythin rong n i get scolding for fuckin nothin.. allowance deducted again too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den mow my dog abit restless.. cos my stupid mom hang clothes which r dripping water rite above my dog.. no wonder i doin project kip hear him shake his body to kip him dry.. had to comfort him la.. idiot.. make myself stink of dog again.. now tokin on fone wif lulu n kannan.. my 2 best frens.. actualli goin to call emy to tok to her.. but den kannan suddenly call me so i tok to them lohz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113708717544379698?l=zeratulaasb.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-14662976.post-113674613538503911</id><published>2006-01-09T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T10:48:55.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess wad.. i cried durin work todae.. so emo rite.. lol.. no la.. i was preparing wasabi.. dats y i cried.. in a small rm some more.. no ventilation.. all de "spicy-air" trapped inside.. haha.. so i cried n cried untill i finished preparing them.. zzz.. was quite tired todae.. cos woke up at 6 plus.. walk de dog.. den went for work.. got some stupid meeting b4 my actual work time.. hope dat 1-hr actualli counts into my pay.. lol.. money-minded!!! haha.. ok go play game le.. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113674613538503911?l=zeratulaasb.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-14662976.post-113661079007410384</id><published>2006-01-07T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:03:14.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is another test i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your Animal Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your Power Animal: Deer&lt;br /&gt;Animal You Were in a Past Life: Panda&lt;br /&gt;You are a fun-seeker - an adventurous, risk-taker.&lt;br /&gt;While you are spontaneous, you are not very rational. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Animal Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113661079007410384?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113661079007410384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113661079007410384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113661079007410384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113661079007410384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-another-test-i-did-your-animal.html' 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kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113656067812119035?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113656067812119035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113656067812119035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113656067812119035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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happi.. i finally got my own dog.. den went to meet malty charmaine charlene pammy opposite TP.. we went to bugis for our 1-hr travel agency observation.. stand outside de travel agency for 1 whole damn hr.. doin nothin.. jus countin de number of ppl goin in.. n answering some questions frm de paper.. den after dat malty went to chinatown to work.. me pammy char xian went to bugis street walk walk.. haha.. i kip stepping on char slipper.. so pai sei.. den after dat we went bugis cafe to hv dinner.. so coincidental.. we saw SHI HUI eating wif her frens there.. i had dream dunno wad frappe.. its banana mix wif coffee ice blended.. quite nice.. den walk ard lo.. haha.. now lucky li shi remind me got to post somethin for comm skills.. omg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113655708393163474?l=zeratulaasb.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-14662976.post-113615485051440973</id><published>2006-01-02T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T14:34:10.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god.. guess wads de time now.. its 6.32am!!! i mite as well jus wait for my bro to wake up at 7am n wait for him to go to work.. lol.. i din feel a tinge of sleepiness in me.. even wen i playin game.. oh man dis is like a surprise to me.. ok.. dunno wad i tokin le.. finish playin game den feel sleepy.. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113615485051440973?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113615485051440973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;31 Dec 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;got woken up by my mom tellin me i hv a fone call at 11 plus am..&lt;/span&gt; damn tired lo.. turn out to be kannan.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ask me got any plans for new yr not..&lt;/span&gt; actualli plan to look for lulu at her hse.. but den i dun wan.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dun wanna disturb ppl spend holidae wif family..&lt;/span&gt; n kannan's reason is jus too embaressing to sae out.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i suggested soccer..&lt;/span&gt; den we started brainstorming out all de ppl we can call.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so call call call..&lt;/span&gt; turn out hafiz frens oso playin.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so we got raymond jordan roy..&lt;/span&gt; den met them at Gongshang Pri de street soccer court there.. got azri another azri hafiz hafiz's brother n fahmi.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so we play..&lt;/span&gt; kanna thrash which is obviously la.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; den we play halfway rain heavily.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but we continue to play..&lt;/span&gt; since oready wet ma..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; dat was de nicest part..&lt;/span&gt; damn fun.. running in de rain n shooting a ball on a wet ground.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n sliding our body across de court..&lt;/span&gt; feeling de cold water on our skin.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; den met hui ying at tampines interchange.. wen to hv dinner wif her n kannan near kannan hse.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den went hm wif hui ying...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 Jan 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my aunt n her family came to a muslim coffeeshop near my hse to hv breakfast..&lt;/span&gt; so me n my mom joined them.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i had 2 egg pratas..&lt;/span&gt; den after dat her husband send us to their hse in sengkang by car.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den we took de bus to woodlands to another aunt's hse..&lt;/span&gt; we planned to meet there instead of goin grandma hse.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;met another aunt at woodlands interchange..&lt;/span&gt; den went to de aunt's hse le.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;played mahjong wif my cousins..&lt;/span&gt; surprised dat they noe how to.. de oldest onli sec 1 dis new yr.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den as we play..&lt;/span&gt; more uncle n aunt came.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more cousins came n they got curious..&lt;/span&gt; in de end de even my pri 4 cousin learn how to play.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;omigosh..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok..&lt;/span&gt; throughout de whole dae of playin i onli won twice.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n dat was de last 2 matches we played..&lt;/span&gt; so sian rite.. happiness oways come at de end for me.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope its oso lidat for other areas of my life too..&lt;/span&gt; den took my uncle's car back to tampines le.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;actualli planned to stay there..&lt;/span&gt; but feel very sian so came back to tampines.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den went to slack wif janson..&lt;/span&gt; feel damn headache becos of dat somethin i was not suppose to do which i did again.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yup..&lt;/span&gt; den now blogging lo.. tink later havin cs match wif janson they all.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so saddening..&lt;/span&gt; i wish i could tok to u more.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but slpin is gd for u so nvm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113613711879795422?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113613711879795422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113613711879795422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113613711879795422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113613711879795422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2006/01/31-dec-2005got-woken-up-by-my-mom.html' 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dat 1 yr of jokes n fun.. n of cos Mr Teo for bein such a gd teacher.. oways mixing ard wif my cls.. even joining in b'dae bashes.. n bein part of our cls soccer team.. he's like an angel in our life.. oways motivating us to move on.. christopher n meldon for sittin beside me.. oways singing song n makin ridiculous tings.. balloon III rox.. den i wanna thank lulu n kannan for bein my best frens in cls.. i wanna thank pauline for dat superb 2 months we shared.. i wanna thank everyone at ETP, WWW, Joaquim, Bugis Sakae for teachin me evrythin dat i hv known.. my mom for bein so naggy oways.. for givin me headaches everytime.. dats wad make me grow rite.. my slackin frens who oways joke ard n make me luff till stomach pain.. n my current cls mates who make my dae in sch complete.. oo.. thanx to shi hui.. now i shall thank almost everyone i noe.. i wanna thank janson for bein my best fren since pri 4.. oways slackin wif me near our hse.. inviting onli me as his fren to his hse warming.. i wanna thank firdaus hafiz meldon viky for oways making me luff n slackin wif me i de nite.. i wanna thank kannan roy hafiz raymond jordan azri another azri hafiz's brother fahmi for spending new yr eve wif me playin soccer.. i wanna thank SHI HUI malty pammy joycey jaren pei zhen chap candice for goin out wif me after sch.. i wanna thank my cousins who oways spend de festive seasons wif me jus becos i dun hv frens to go out wif.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( bye bye 2005.. =) hello 2006.. hope u r a gd fren to me.. or else i will die.. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113603952584746612?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113603952584746612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dis morning i was woken up by mrs lai..&lt;/span&gt; yes dats our comm skills teacher.. she called me jus to tell me dat we hv lesson as a cls dis comin wednesdae.. so it will be 12-3 instead of de normal 12.45-1.30 for my grp.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so boring..&lt;/span&gt; tried to slp back but i cant.. so i woke up n started preparing to go to work.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt; was nearly late.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos forgot to bring pen..&lt;/span&gt; den had to go back hse to take.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thus miss 1 bus..&lt;/span&gt; waited so long for de next lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den finally reach..&lt;/span&gt; dunno y i was still early.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;met jaren at de mcdonald..&lt;/span&gt; so we go up together.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt; 2 weeks nv work le.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kip doin rong tings..&lt;/span&gt; n its like de worst work dae of mine man.. got customers kip ordering tings dat i hv nv seen b4.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i dunno where to put de order sheets..&lt;/span&gt; in de end make de area manager angry.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt; but he nv scold me la.. he jus told me to ask other ppl where i was suppose to put those order sheets.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had 1 hr break wif jaren..&lt;/span&gt; ate dinner den went back.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dats wen my leg started to ache..&lt;/span&gt; haiz.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oways work will lidat one..&lt;/span&gt; but during work wen i tink of dat special someone i will continue.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; yes its true.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we din hv debriefing again!!!&lt;/span&gt; haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;second time since i started workin le..&lt;/span&gt; u all mus thank me man.. u all kip sayin everydae got debrief de.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i onli work 7 daes n theres oready 2 daes w/o debriefing le..&lt;/span&gt; woohoo... den went hm le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wen i pass by TP i was wondering wad u were doin..&lt;/span&gt; ur fren told me u all waitin for supper n bath.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i kinda worried for u becos it was so late n u all were still not slpin..&lt;/span&gt; mus be tiring but fun la.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heard u all had a fun dance b4 dat..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope i could join man..&lt;/span&gt; but anw wen i pass by TP i was like hoping i could c u.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but its jus too bu ke neng..&lt;/span&gt; y would someone stand at de gate at 12am.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so ya..&lt;/span&gt; was lookin at de lights comin frm de sports hall.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u all are there..&lt;/span&gt; wanted to visit u.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt; u r goin hm tmr.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wish i could c u online..&lt;/span&gt; n tok to u.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss u lotsa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more daes to new yr.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so sian..&lt;/span&gt; dun tink i will hv any frens to go out wif.. all bz wif their own frens.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn boring..&lt;/span&gt; even u oso go out wif own frens.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt; shall isolate myself on new yr dae.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=( dunno y i sometimes feel i very lonely..&lt;/span&gt; y do u all hv such gd sec frens.. n me its like i m nothin to my sec frens.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jus a normal fren dats it..&lt;/span&gt; all go out wif own frens or wif each other.. so darn fuckin shit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113587692285823424?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113587692285823424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113587692285823424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113587692285823424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113587692285823424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2005/12/dis-morning-i-was-woken-up-by-mrs-lai.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113577972601572465</id><published>2005-12-28T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T06:27:38.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;todae woke up quite early compared to de time i slept yesterdae..&lt;/span&gt; obviously it was not enuff slp but my body jus woke up n cant slp anymore.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den played com for a while..&lt;/span&gt; kannan called me n plan de time for goin out.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suppose to meet at 1..&lt;/span&gt; but at 12.50 i was still playin game cos i din notice de time.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i called him n changed to 1.30 n faster went to prepare..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was realli rushing man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to meet kannan at tampines MRT.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den we went cineleisure to meet lulu n thiong hwee..&lt;/span&gt; went k box despite me not havin enuff money.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; sing sing sing.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we went in at abt 2.15 lidat..&lt;/span&gt; den ard 5 plus i actualli fell aslp inside de rm k.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n they were still singing..&lt;/span&gt; omg.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;such a slpy pig..&lt;/span&gt; den ard 7 i woke up.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they still singing..&lt;/span&gt; kannan help me pay half but i still hv to return him de money la.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den we went off at ard 7.30...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to hv dinner at long john.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lulu treated me dinner..&lt;/span&gt; such a gd fren.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; feel kinda weird.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no one's ever treated me meals b4..&lt;/span&gt; den we went hm le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;someone's at camp..&lt;/span&gt; hope all de best for her.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;great daes for her..&lt;/span&gt; may god bless her durin dis 3 daes.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how i wish i could go to sch n visit her..&lt;/span&gt; but den dun even noe where r they cos its like so many ppl la.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anw jus wish her gd luck..&lt;/span&gt; hope nothin unfortunate happens to her.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-wishes-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-14662976.post-113569374497828321</id><published>2005-12-27T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T06:34:32.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoz everyone.. hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was jus thinkin deep abt de recent tings dats happening to me.. haha.. so emo rite.. dun luff at me k.. haha.. ya.. as some of u noe i was recently obsess wif someone.. yeap.. its u.. haha.. den i jus tink dat even time is not enuff for me to progress wif u.. i jus hope dat my feelings r reciprocated.. ya.. cos i m not in a teeny weeny bit sure abt u.. haiya.. realli very emo sia.. nvm.. since i start shall continue.. haha.. (-.-#).. i jus wan u to noe dat u r special in my life.. nv like b4.. n i promise i will marry u if i ever get de chance.. like wad u wanna do.. i promise jus like de promise.. it will happen unless de sun rise frm west n people rise frm de dead if i ever get de chance.. i will b workin hard frm now on.. no more ASB.. haha.. aiya.. kinda dunno wad i tokin le.. nvm.. jus kip continue.. jus hope dat blur face will c dis.. dis statement of mine.. n pls believe me.. n hope there's someone up there blessing me.. -hopes- *blessed*..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113569374497828321?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113569374497828321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113569374497828321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113569374497828321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113569374497828321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2005/12/yoz-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113561565702713956</id><published>2005-12-27T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T08:47:37.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happi.. shalala.. its so nice to be happi.. shalala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad happen to me.. i did somethin dat i was suppose to hv stop doin few months ago.. n i did it again tonite.. hope i dun get worse even tho i will still continue doin it.. jus occasionally i suppose.. orite.. goin to slp le.. tmr hv to go sch for TTO project...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113561565702713956?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113561565702713956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113561565702713956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113561565702713956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113561565702713956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2005/12/happi.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113539186964647416</id><published>2005-12-24T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T18:41:20.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterdae had POM mid-sem test.. was quite ok.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope i can pass..&lt;/span&gt; finally exams r over.. no more studying..... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;until de end-sem test of course..&lt;/span&gt; ok.. during de exam time.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was shocked wen i c a guy leave after half n hr..&lt;/span&gt; so i started to write fast n kept racking my brain for answers.. finally i left at 9.49.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one minute b4 de time whr no one could leave anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after dat went to PS to watch "The Promise" wif joycey pammy jaren n shi hui.. reach there realli early at ard 12 plus.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n we took de 3.20 movie..&lt;/span&gt; so dat 3 hrs we went to hv lunch n walked ard PS.. i finally saw jessica working there.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; kept my promise dat i will visit her one dae.. ya.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok..&lt;/span&gt; PS got lots of nice clothes but too bad all very expensive haha.. ok.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den we went arcade..&lt;/span&gt; actualli wanted to play de.. but in de end dunno y everyone nv.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sad..&lt;/span&gt; den follow joycey buy present for someone dunno who de.. den we went to carrefour to buy our essential items for a movie.. i bot 2 bottles of drink n 4 sushi.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;long time no eat sushi le..&lt;/span&gt; but still dun miss them cos work oso can c.. haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de movie was nice..&lt;/span&gt; very nice love.. n very nice fighting.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after movie we met candice n chap at PS.. den walked past my best fren's hse.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; walked to somerset MRT to meet maltidadada.. den we went straight to marina ba to hv steamboat dinner le.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was damn smoky n de smoke was like blowing towards me n pam..&lt;/span&gt; dats y i smell of chicken.. bleahz.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pui..&lt;/span&gt; after steamboat we walked all de way frm marina bay to times square n suntec.. it was a whole freakin 1hr 45min walk alright.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but amazingly i din felt my legs were tired..&lt;/span&gt; its onli after we reach suntec dat i felt my legs numb.. den we went joaquim to buy drinks haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;auntie mui eng so gd..&lt;/span&gt; close le still let us buy.. den we went hm le...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113539186964647416?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113539186964647416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113539186964647416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113539186964647416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113539186964647416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterdae-had-pom-mid-sem-test.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113526868669582005</id><published>2005-12-23T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T08:24:46.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh.. y cant my mom jus shut up.. sometimes she jus tok too much wen ppl r frustrated.. n wen she's frustrated me n my bro r suppose to b there to listen to her problems n let her scold.. i hv my own problems n rite now i m tryin my best to study POM n there she is nag nag nag.. seriously headache.. complain here complain there.. like its my problem i m born into dis family.. everythin oso my fault.. like wtf la.. ccb.. seriously headache.. cant continue studyin le.. or rather cant start cos i haven even start studying yet.. i gettin serious headache becos of her naggings.. small tings oso wan nag.. fuck la.. oready told her i got headache cos dunno where to study for POM n where to start.. she still nag nag nag like some piece of shit.. fuck la.. now i jus gonna read thru de whoe fuckin bk n go to slp.. fuck everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113526868669582005?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113526868669582005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113526868669582005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113526868669582005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113526868669582005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2005/12/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113526323367750099</id><published>2005-12-22T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T06:53:53.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Realised I havent been blogging recently.. maybe its cos of de exams dat i m so bz studyin.. maybe its becos i hv nothin to blog abt.. lotsa maybes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis few daes I hv not been feeling happi becos of some tings some ppl sae or do.. I jus dun like it.. maybe its i too emo.. bein too suspicious of certain tings.. but theres oso one ting i shld b happi abt becos frm todae onwards.. i can tok to someone more.. haha.. ya so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae jus finish econs exam.. was quite ok.. hopefully i can pass cos i tink i can.. if not will b so saddening.. n tmr is POM paper n i haven even start studying n here i m blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr me n my frens r gonna go for movie.. but so sad ya.. den after movie will go for steamboat dinner at marina.. aiya.. no mood to blog now le.. feeling so disappointed in life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113526323367750099?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113526323367750099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113526323367750099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113526323367750099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113526323367750099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2005/12/realised-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113487281484764315</id><published>2005-12-18T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T20:51:25.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got nothin interesting to blog abt on dis dae..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i jus wanna tok abt an extremely irritating guy in my cls.. shall not sae who n since i hv so many cls..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i doubt u all will noe..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;onli some will noe la.. he's oways so noisy in cls as in those AA(attract attention) kind..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den oways like to hao lian e.g nobody can copy more notes den me durin lecture..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den he shows his bk to de cls.. -.-"..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wonder if he noes my fren frm sec sch..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cos they r frm de same course den maybe they oso same cls.. cos my dat fren acts like dis too..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so irritating..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he oways spoils my mood in cls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to dhoby ghaut wif janson, guni, shawn, marcus, emotimi, clifton, niahgong and..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we went to cafe cartel for lunch..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;had so much fun there.. luff till stomach pain..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos clifton n tim were oways makin jokes..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den guni got interested in a waitress there.. haha..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so clifton decided to help him through a waiter there..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so the waiter kept tokin to us.. hes very friendly..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ya so kept tokin la..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n made jokes.. den wen we were leavin clifton still wanted to help guni..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so ask de waiter to help..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in de end he din help.. so clifton decided to tok to de gal straight..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but de gal sae guni too old for her wen theres onli age gap of 3/4..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n if he realli interested he can go back there after she knock off work or on next mondae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den we went park lane for gaming session..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sent marcus off cos he got somethin on..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so sry to jessica nv go visit her at plaza sing.. wen we went inside egames there were not enuff place..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so we had to wait..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok -waits-.. -waits-..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-waits-..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;luckily there were xbox outside for us to play.. finally there were places den we played a few cs matches..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i tink we won all ba except for one..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den one popular cs team-Team Cube- came to challenge us.. they r popular for playing cs source but they wanted to play cs 1.6 so not as gd..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but still very gd la..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den clifton replaced me.. ok after a long while we won..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was very happi..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de excitement was there.. we won 16-8..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den we went to Shawn's church for a musical put up by them..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den went park lane to hv dinner.. we wanted to go back egames to find team cube for another match but they were oready gone..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so we went back hm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113487281484764315?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113487281484764315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113487281484764315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113487281484764315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113487281484764315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2005/12/15-deci-got-nothin-interesting-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113439830834313636</id><published>2005-12-12T22:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T06:38:28.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya ok shall blog abt todae.. dis mornin i went to sch feelin damn happi.. was goin to go to de cls rm wen i remembered dat pam they all meetin at business entrance there.. so ya walked all de way to de lift n went to lvl 2 to meet them.. saw char n pz there.. so went to sit dwn.. kinda high in de mornin so i was like greetin them gd mornin.. haha.. den after dat jian li came den pam den xian came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went up to de cls rm n there was like not enuff space so i had to sit inside inside wif chap they all.. xian n char nv tok to me one lohz.. i was left out there.. so i onli talked to chap candice n shi hui.. first time felt so lonely in cls.. maybe last time got b4 but i was still ASB so din care much.. ya so completed de biz stats work den left cls.. we went biz park to buy chicken pie to eat cos realli damn hungry.. den went to engin sch for econs lecture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecture ended.. i followed emy's grp to ITAS to hv lunch.. den they discussed project there.. den after dat i went to TM wif shi n emy.. walked ard TM n CS b4 goin to watch chicken little wif shi.. damn funny movie.. haha.. cheered me up abit after dis 2 daes.. den we went hm le...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113439830834313636?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113439830834313636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113439830834313636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113439830834313636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113439830834313636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2005/12/ya-ok-shall-blog-abt-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113439719726894910</id><published>2005-12-12T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T06:19:57.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.. Dis 2 daes hv been kinda hell for me.. Maybe its my sins dat hv brought dis to me.. I shall go to CHC dis sundae.. pray for god's forgiveness n pray for my well-being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow or rather.. my ASB is starting to come back.. I noe ppl dun like it.. i dun like it either.. its jus some temperamental condition which i will switch to n will switch back to normal once i feel more relaxed in life.. so sometimes my frens oways tink its because someone angers me or wadever.. but actualli its because i feel stressed up in life.. i dun wanna sae dat to my frens face to face because i feel rather ps to jus tell them dat.. ya.. so i tink humans tmr jus dun provoke me or do tings dat i will buay song or wadever.. sry for de inconvenience.. jus giv me a dae.. i will change for de better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113439719726894910?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113439719726894910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113439719726894910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113439719726894910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113439719726894910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113419559866735895</id><published>2005-12-09T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:49:16.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterdae went for POM tutorial in de morning.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den was so suay..&lt;/span&gt; had to stay outside de cls rm wif MC n sylvia.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den msg pam tell her faster come if not i will be lonely to death..&lt;/span&gt; den she replied n said they were meeting at second level den come up.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok..&lt;/span&gt; wads worse is dat they meet everydae there n i onli noe until now.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i jus wait for them to come..&lt;/span&gt; mean while de teacher came n unlocked de cls rm door.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so MC n sylvia went inside first..&lt;/span&gt; den i was inside de staircase area so din noe but i heard their loud voices so i knew de teacher came.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so jus went inside n wait for them..&lt;/span&gt; den i arranged de chairs so dat later my grp n chaplin's grp got place to sit.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tutorial we went Mensa to hv lunch.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we go there almost every fridae cos pam n malty cant eat meat on fridaes n there got prata..&lt;/span&gt; worse was dat we saw MC at Mensa.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we saw them at Mensa last fridae too..&lt;/span&gt; so suay.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tink they oso got dat routine..&lt;/span&gt; but lucky everytime we sit diff place.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they oways at mensa 2 while we at mensa 1..&lt;/span&gt; so ya ate lunch.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;somethin funny happened while ordering food..&lt;/span&gt; shall not sae since i promised not to.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after havin lunch we were like tokin..&lt;/span&gt; den i asked charmaine n charlene whether they goin for POM lecture.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den they said dunno..&lt;/span&gt; cos last week they left early den if dis week skip they will feel guilty.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i saw charmaine took out her POM bk..&lt;/span&gt; den i remembered for dat dae's lecture there's 4 pages full of words.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so we onli nid to read frm there..&lt;/span&gt; so i told pam pz joy malty to jus skip lecture n go to our scheduled destination: Bugis Village.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ya so they agree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in de end we were walkin towards de bus stop den suddenly they were discussin abt k-box.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den pz said go marina square k-box since she will b workin there later..&lt;/span&gt; ya so we changed our destination n went to marina square k-box instead.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den i called jaren n told him abt de details..&lt;/span&gt; den he said he wanna go too.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok so we r bad frens who encourage ppl to skip lecture la..&lt;/span&gt; haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/PamPZMaltyKKJaren.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dis was taken wen we r on de MRT on de way to City Hall..&lt;/span&gt; Joyce took de pic for us so she's not inside...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/Reindeer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We walked past pz workplace: Pariss..&lt;/span&gt; den we saw de reindeer pz was tokin abt in sch.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so we took a pic of it..&lt;/span&gt; its like so ugly haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dun even look like a reindeer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/PamMaltyKKJaren.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dis is wen we were inside k-box rm 10 i tink.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i m feedin a baby:malty de baby..&lt;/span&gt; pam n jaren r mama n papa.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i m fairy godfather..&lt;/span&gt; haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/1600/MaltyKKJarenJoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3729/1334/320/MaltyKKJarenJoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ya so joyce n jaren r actin cute as u all can c..&lt;/span&gt; den i m de lao da.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hugging all my xiao di..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;malty is so small so she is de xiao xiao di..&lt;/span&gt; ok lame.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i noe i m lame..&lt;/span&gt; but cant help it.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;giv me a wheelchair..&lt;/span&gt; argh.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-falls dwn-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pz left halfway to go to work.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we were havin fun inside..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;malty did rock-climbing inside de rm..&lt;/span&gt; i was havin cough so din sing very gd.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but anw..&lt;/span&gt; oways dun hv gd voice so everytime sing oso not gd haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den after k-box we went walkin ard marina square..&lt;/span&gt; saw pz givin out balloons at her workplace.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; dunno y she can work so happily even tho she's so tired everytime.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den we tok to her a while den went inside action city to look at toys la..&lt;/span&gt; me jaren n pam were havin a hard time tryin to tink of a present for de christmas exchange.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; i oready got an idea of wad to buy.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goin to buy wif jaren tmr after work at bugis..&lt;/span&gt; while at action city wen me n jaren were lookin at de cute n lovely monkeys.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we saw MC..&lt;/span&gt; jaren din believe pam wen she said they were here.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt; den was so surprised.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so joyce n malty said hi to them..&lt;/span&gt; me n jaren turn ard n look at them den turn back to de monkeys again.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pam walked away sayin dun wan to pollute her eyes..&lt;/span&gt; she went to pariss to look for pz.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pz said she was so suay oso..&lt;/span&gt; n she actualli had to giv them a pink balloon since they requested for it.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stu-pid..&lt;/span&gt; den they run to me n jaren n started to disturb us.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;askin y we ignore them..&lt;/span&gt; den me n jaren was like okok hi hi hi.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;practically sayin hi to them..&lt;/span&gt; den i walked away to another section.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after a while they walked away to another place..&lt;/span&gt; who cares...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok..&lt;/span&gt; after dat we walked ard lookin at accessories clothes n toys.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den went esplanade look for amy..&lt;/span&gt; she's workin at a cafe there.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very class cafe..&lt;/span&gt; expensive oso.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den jaren wanted to go hm..&lt;/span&gt; so we walked him to de MRT along city link.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den we went to raffles link n hv dinner..&lt;/span&gt; walked ard again.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den we went hm..&lt;/span&gt; went to tampines starbucks wif joyce to buy frappucino.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i bot hazelnut coffee frap..&lt;/span&gt; ya.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den went hm le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113419559866735895?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113419559866735895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113419559866735895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113419559866735895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113419559866735895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterdae-went-for-pom-tutorial-in-de.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</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-14662976.post-113392450053069780</id><published>2005-12-07T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:09:32.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Rules of the game: post 5 weird and random facts about yourself, then at the end list 5 people who are next in line to do this. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their blog and tell them to read yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I hv been dreamin dis few daes.. n they r reali so weird n funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't eat vegetables except broccoli cauliflower kang kong long bean n those dat r cooked in soup as they hv no vege taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I oways sae n do lame tings which r not funny but ya as i said i m lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Me n jaren r gays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I enjoy lookin at girls wif jaren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next lucky 5 are...lucinda, Joyce, Emy, Cecilia, Li Shi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14662976-113392450053069780?l=zeratulaasb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/feeds/113392450053069780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14662976&amp;postID=113392450053069780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113392450053069780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14662976/posts/default/113392450053069780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeratulaasb.blogspot.com/2005/12/rules-of-game-post-5-weird-and-random_07.html' title=''/><author><name>zeratul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544932488182564035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
