<?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-12282528</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:34:42.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>另类天空</title><subtitle type='html'>cohosted by two failed bloggers in a desperate attempt to encourage each other to keep up with the 'online diary trend'. one blogger is philosophical, while the other is simple. hopefully this contrast in characters and style will bring the readers to ling lei tian kong (a new world). do enjoy reading and remember to tag =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282528.post-116956652943196558</id><published>2007-01-23T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:35:29.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm such a failure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-116956652943196558?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/116956652943196558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=116956652943196558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116956652943196558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116956652943196558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-im-such-failure.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-116911372752047916</id><published>2007-01-18T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:48:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a fucking awesome passage taken out of a fictionpress story i chanced upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m a walking, talking contradiction. I know I am. I’m a hopeless romantic, and I’m a terrified cynic. I’m shy and I’m outgoing. I’m loud and quiet. I’m a dorky overachiever who thinks about clothes and make-up at least thirty percent of the time. I’m a designated girly girl who really, really wants a guy around whom I can fart and burp and pig out and be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. No wonder no guys like me. I’m, like, bipolar."- &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2159651/3/"&gt;Counting Chickens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds so much like  me i wonder why the author didn't just write a story about, you know, me. pardon my ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.. except the dorky overachiever part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tianni-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="storytext" id="storytext" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-116911372752047916?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/116911372752047916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=116911372752047916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116911372752047916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116911372752047916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-fucking-awesome-passage-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-116874622431608765</id><published>2007-01-14T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T11:43:44.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i threw myself into another ridiculous bet. all hot, intelligent chinese bachelors pls identify yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-still me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-116874622431608765?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/116874622431608765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=116874622431608765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116874622431608765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116874622431608765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-116874567657047766</id><published>2007-01-14T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T11:49:05.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a horrible dream last night, it wasn't a nightmare, but it was so awful..and the image so perfect at the same time. i swear, i can now almost see some misty aura in that picture, the first rays of sun were just creeping into the room, curtains drawn, everything was quietly smiling, enjoying the tranquility, talking in soft hushed voices, about life, about the future. yet there was something so undeniably sad about it. it was as though, in that dimension, life and death were one and the same. it was about how the living passed on to death, and how the dead were revived. all in that one room, 2 people, one a flickering soul, and one a solid being. they weren't looking at each other, but their emotions were so strong it echoed in that empty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up crying. it was the first time i ever woke up from a dream, crying. i think i cried because it was so beautiful and sad. maybe i cried because i was so glad it was over. that it was only a dream. i couldn't tell my mum what happened, i just knew it was so real it hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ok if nobody understands. if you get what i mean, it was like paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tianni-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-116874567657047766?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/116874567657047766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=116874567657047766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116874567657047766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116874567657047766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-is-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-116262168500736138</id><published>2006-11-04T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T14:28:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dum dum dee.. i'm wasting my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money. power. self. friendship. family. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one is your focus in life? in just 1 day, i get 2 replies. "love is what we live for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love for what? for whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try not to think so hard about my life, but i have so many dreams. dreams that i want to fulfill. always, the practical side of life gets to me. and i really don't trust myself anymore to live a beautiful life. i can be such a failure. there's so much i want to achieve. we should all be content, but what am i to do when something, somebody, asks for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i'm not me. the control. the power. the will that i should have over myself. i don't have it. and then i fail, again. and i disappoint myself. people around me. how could i satisfy everybody..that i love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times i feel myself so bland that i exaggerate every emotion i have. happiness. fake happiness. anger. fake anger. maybe that's why i have people telling me to calm down all the time. really. i don't feel anger directed towards anybody but myself. maybe that's why i cry so easily. crying doesn't really involve any emotion. it's just science. biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subconsciously i never let go. i can't. even if i go so crazy people get annoyed, i can still find myself. one day, perhaps. i will let go. and then what? either i die, or i become another person altogether. people say "i feel really happy today. felt like i could really let go." but do they really? i don't think so. when do you ever let go of your emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all the time. think too much, perhaps. ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. one day my friend asked me "are you an ENFJ?" and i answered "no, i'm an INTP". it's funny how different i am to people. then again, personality tests can't be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-redrum-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-116262168500736138?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/116262168500736138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=116262168500736138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116262168500736138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116262168500736138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2006/11/dum-dum-dee.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-116248342300581952</id><published>2006-11-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:03:43.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH. MY. GOZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first post since MAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. so i finally retrieved my password. and got blogger working. yay. i realise a lot has happened since may...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey! i haven't changed much. i guess. except i got new friends (which i superlub) i started losing a little contact with old friends (which i'm supersad about) and i grew up a bit. i mean it figuratively. stop suaning my height. why am i always friends with tall people. hmm..then again there's always pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on. let my life return to normal first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've been slacking a lot. and one more year to me claiming my reward! everybody prepare 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my engine started. alrrrrrrrrright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-redrum-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-116248342300581952?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/116248342300581952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=116248342300581952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116248342300581952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116248342300581952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-116204799620307533</id><published>2006-10-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:06:36.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo! i finally can blog. mozilla screwed my blogger for how friggin long. whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually. let me blog another time. i shall go off now. be a good kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-redrum-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-116204799620307533?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/116204799620307533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=116204799620307533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116204799620307533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/116204799620307533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2006/10/yo-i-finally-can-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-114702148964591947</id><published>2006-05-08T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:04:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr. this post is an answer to my promise to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-114702148964591947?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/114702148964591947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=114702148964591947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/114702148964591947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/114702148964591947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-died.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-114658552604340393</id><published>2006-05-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:58:46.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. btw i think i'll update more often. yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-114658552604340393?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/114658552604340393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=114658552604340393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/114658552604340393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/114658552604340393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2006/05/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-114658536000911991</id><published>2006-05-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:56:00.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. i really need encouragement. or else i'm gonna go grab random person off street and owe everyone 10 bucks. i'm feeling so bloody empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. useless entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should've gone acsi on the ib programme. at least they get to go shanghai. -_- and in rj i feel so lost. so so desperately lost. i feel like i don't know half the people here. not like i'd have known a lot of people everywhere else. and i feel like i'm scared of guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. next thing i know i'm gonna turn les whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i'd have a better chance. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah gays. why do so many people have prejudices against gays? my parents go "YUCK" my friends go "DISGUSTING"...what's so wrong man. not like they can help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't see the problem with having gays in the society! against nature. what nature? in that case isn't technology against nature too? why's everyone using it? disgusting. well keep your opinions to yourself and accept them! what's wrong with them? they're human too. religious reasons. that i don't hold any stands on since i have never touched religion before but...i thought religion's supposed to relief people, for people to have something they trust in..and if religion is so discriminatory, what is the use of it? (pls pt out if i'm wrong anywhere. it's my own opinion anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my friends are gonna ask me if i'm gay. i don't think so! i mean, i have never looked at a girl in THAT way. i'm just trying to ask: why can't society be more accepting? and not accepting as in "ok u exist but i'm gonna ignore u anyway cuz u're like..whew so GAY!" but acceptance.. not pure tolerance. gays aren't the main cause of AIDS, gays aren't the main cause of social disorder, they're part of society too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. why have i strayed from the topic. which was? lol. i'm pretty depressed actually. if u can't already tell. that's cuz i've got some bloody screwed up problems. and somewhere on the list i need a new computer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rubbish post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-114658536000911991?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/114658536000911991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=114658536000911991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/114658536000911991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/114658536000911991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2006/05/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-114113968685278057</id><published>2006-02-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:15:18.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm..i don't know what to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my life has become rather dull since entering jc. really. i mean, no more dreams of jon jonsson, no more good dreams actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know whether i ever dream anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life seems..slipping away. music is no longer entertainment, it's just there. i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why's most of what i ask now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i even bother asking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sad! sadness is a feeling..and feeling is..existence. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all be contented people. we do not ask for more. only that none be taken from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-114113968685278057?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/114113968685278057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=114113968685278057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/114113968685278057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/114113968685278057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2006/02/mm.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-114069829348220998</id><published>2006-02-23T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:38:13.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG! this is the february 2006 post! yeahhhh...finally. more than 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i don't know what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. crashed hc today..weiqi was there. yay! actually i crashed just to see her. so happy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well uh..i made her wear my uniform. haha. she looks chio in it. which she refuses to admit..and she says the pinafore is sucky..i agree. but hey! who cares man? she was part of raffles for those 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hc is small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain drain!!! i'm out of ideas! everything seems so boring cuz i'm just a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-114069829348220998?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/114069829348220998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=114069829348220998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/114069829348220998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/114069829348220998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2006/02/omfg-this-is-february-2006-post.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113668914968895004</id><published>2006-01-08T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:12:33.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Z'Kardia!</title><content type='html'>on the 2nd of jan, I sent manda the following sms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am in this crappy og called zestos. no heqi, no xinhua, dont know who to expect =('&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 4 four days of orientation, when I was shown the sms again, I could not believe I had actually written something like that. the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY OG!!! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not the winning strike we had for the station games, its not the funky ghostly costume that we all wore, its not the batch dance that we practised so hard. its the people in the group, the friends I have made, who made orientation so enjoyable. many of us started off as complete strangers, and through the games and with the help of our ogls (huibin and nic! =D) we bonded so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet memories of zestos- the ice breakers that turned out to be rather stone, the station games that boosted our morale and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now the...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113668914968895004?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113668914968895004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113668914968895004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113668914968895004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113668914968895004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2006/01/zkardia.html' title='Z&apos;Kardia!'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113420509822432815</id><published>2005-12-10T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T16:58:18.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amidamaru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, an update. don't you think necromancers are so damn cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i wanna talk about. for one, my cousin wrote to me! ^_^ haha..best thing that happened to me the whole year. lmao. i haven't talked to him in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went east coast! and camped there. damn exciting. darn, haven't washed the tent yet. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i don't have a resolve to learn cycling. i think it's a boring sport. i'm so sorry to all who so hope that i can learn cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have blisters. u'd die when u see them. but of course, they've become worse after i cam home from east coast. yeah. just die. i'm waiting for my feet to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually east coast was pretty fun. if only we had one more tent. if only i had rent skates. if only i didn't wear that pair of sandals. if only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found that recently my blogging skills have really gone down the drain. i fear for GP. what's organisation???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back! but hey! i think someone misses you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn obvious who that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omd. don't abandon my bro and enjoy urself too much in china. lmao. aries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, why doesn't anyone get mayonnaise? it's damn mayonnaise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...at least my blog is now revived. shows i didn't forget how to do CPR. *plants a deep kiss on blog* my breath does not stink cuz ricola rocks. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but my first aid cert expired last year. i think. maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. takuya kimura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i change my subject combi to pcme? i'm very scared i end up in slacker class. then have to retake A levels for 5 years. oh mon dieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really random. somebody cure my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey! is there such thing as absolute randomness? we can try to stimulate chance but is there really such a thing called chance? hmm...i suggest you go and read "The Broken Dice"! then again, this book was published in 1991. quite outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do not know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to save myself the agony, au revoir. adieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOH-DONO! AMIDAMARU!!! i ice cream amidamaru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faust not bad but hey! he's married. omd. damn sad. oh yeah. that's shaman king. tao jun damn chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: shaman king is not mine. neither are the characters. i wish they were. but hey! tant pis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113420509822432815?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113420509822432815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113420509822432815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113420509822432815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113420509822432815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/12/amidamaru-finally-update.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113293651788362795</id><published>2005-11-25T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:35:17.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do not want to take SAT verbal test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'est finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. mon dieu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to collapse. i need a holiday job. why is it so hard to find a holiday job in singapore? why? why? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money. to buy food. money. to buy clothes. money. to buy accessories. money. to watch movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mon dieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i in such a frenzy? i'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only know that i need to post. otherwise this blog will be dead again. please give me inspiration. come to me, oh thy wonderful creation. INSPIRATION! I CALL FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not...this blog will become...an isolated little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*run away sobbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113293651788362795?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113293651788362795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113293651788362795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113293651788362795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113293651788362795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-do-not-want-to-take-sat-verbal-test.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113239316742140815</id><published>2005-11-19T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T17:39:27.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am updating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously lah, nothing to update about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell alma mater was pretty...hmm...didn't feel chio, didn't feel excited, didn't feel...well basically anything i expected to feel. should've come in sunglasses and a tux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would have been a much greater experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always know i'd make a very handsome guy. seriously. i might be a lil short, but hey! who says shorties can't be cuties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;william is one such person. oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for lei, enjoy your time in china. i had no idea what you're talking about in your previous entry though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and i bet you don't know what i'm talking about either. we're even.&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/12282528-113239316742140815?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113239316742140815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113239316742140815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113239316742140815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113239316742140815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-updating-but-seriously-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113213998476773080</id><published>2005-11-16T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:19:44.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell</title><content type='html'>today has been such a crappy day... wasted 5h doing nothing, which is partially my fault and partially my luck. oh well... I shall not go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is it. I am going away tomorrow, 8am flight (and I still have not packed my bag... its okay, I will do it soon...). having mixed feelings now. I am not exactly happy about going away on a holiday, but I know that I should be happy. I dont wanna go away. but I have to... its a duty to fulfill. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. guys keep in touch via email k =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy hols to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113213998476773080?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113213998476773080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113213998476773080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113213998476773080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113213998476773080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/11/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113172220672874606</id><published>2005-11-11T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:16:46.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i practically killed off my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's all about bets. again. so. there was this bet about me. and boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way i wonder what the hell lei and ys are doing in my room. locked up no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all about making stupid bets. and people, please, you are all going to owe me ice cream and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody wants to join in the bet? how careless of me. i didn't even describe the bet. if i get a bf by the end of jc 2, i will pay everyone involved $10. (albeit it'll be my bf who does that. i shall get a rich bf, if ever. muahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if i don't get a bf by end of jc2, everybody will a) buy me ice cream from anderson's or swensons or haagen daaz (i get to pick), b) treat me to lunch at a nice restaurant. with the meal not costing less than $8, c) treat me to movie, d)..i'm still thinking. will get back to u on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have complete total faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cheryl u chicken, u backed out of the bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, there was no bet in the first place. she will not waste her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey why am i saying this like it's a bad thing? there're two endings to this bet! 1. i'll get a rich boyfriend, or 2. i'll become an independent woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad, not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to other stuff. today people came to my house. to play bball, and bridge, and chinese chess (only one game but still), and daidee, and bluff. it was basically, very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had pizza for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cooked lunch (yes hail me i'm such a wonderful cook. don't sue me if you get indigestion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh..and..things, u know, things..small kids shouldn't ask so much. things happened between a certain who and who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sheesh. i forgot. i should probably clean up my room and search for possible evidence of criminal activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113172220672874606?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113172220672874606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113172220672874606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113172220672874606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113172220672874606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-practically-killed-off-my-future.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113163190608411369</id><published>2005-11-10T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:11:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the HOTTEST DEBATE IN TOWN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... well, not quite. in the area near the back door in d449 of rgs of anderson road of orchard area of Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats more precise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the dabate is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether our sweet Mis Lyrehc will be hooked to some acsi shuai guy next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally I think... she wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason being, shes NOT my biological daughter. so she DOES NOT have my genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get the idea right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being such an upcorrupted person *coughs* I shall not involve myself in any form of bets, especially those that involve money. tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrehc, all the best to you! =) we will miss you so much! must go out some time next year! you are always a rafflesian at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dejaWu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113163190608411369?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113163190608411369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113163190608411369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113163190608411369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113163190608411369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/11/hottest-debate-in-town.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113143185153231965</id><published>2005-11-08T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:37:31.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops...</title><content type='html'>sorry darling... I have not been writing for a long long time even though I am cohosting this blog... oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I share the same sentiment with all my friends- I MISS RG &amp; 409!!! *wails* I still cant accept the fact that I am no longer gonna take 105 early in the morning, no longer gonna wear the purplish blue pinafore, no longer gonna climb 4 storeys to D449... I have takent too many things for granted... and only realise it when I am leaving the place. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 409! I will miss you guys so much (esp. Lyrehc...)  thanks for making last two years of my life in rg so memorable. we had so much fun together... cant wait for the class chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to manda: no more a man dear =) you are always the first one I turn to for advice and friendly chats cos we click so well! you have been such a wonderful friend. I dont think I can be so frank  with anyone else. keep in touch always! study cme together and join the same cca if possible! =) miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tianni: my ex-husband/wife. its always so fun to have you around! =) you brighten up my day with your jokes and smiles... and food, of course. thanks for everything you have done for me... including forgiving me for always being late... besides being such a great friend, you are special to me for another reason that has got to do with your bro. we wont be possible without you. thanks so much =) see you around, choubu! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cheryl: Mis Lyrehc! my friend-cum-daughter-cum-les partner of 4 years =) I have seen you change to a better person each day. you are mature and sensible, and I am sure you will achieve great things with the amount of perserverence you have. all the best =) of course, I will miss bitching and acting les with you =P come to rj to visit us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hongyi: fellow 3.5 member =) you have been a supportive friend for 4 years. I miss our heart-to-heart chats... I just know that you can be trusted and are the one who offers advices readily. even though our rock band didnt work out, but the friendship we have established will be there forever! all the best to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to xinwei: working partner! =) you never fail to awe me with your efficiency... how did you book the chalet two days before the class camp? haha. working with you is so great, cos you are so reliable. if given the chance, I will do so again. and sorry for all the inconvenience I have caused... also you are a great friend =) very understanding and supportive. miss our IMCB sessions! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dejaWu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113143185153231965?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113143185153231965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113143185153231965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113143185153231965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113143185153231965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/11/oops.html' title='oops...'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113138108824067143</id><published>2005-11-08T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:31:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised my mistake. but it's still fun to see myself getting pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway mandre, say that you've got french test! now i'm feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. aye, no one's gonna forgive me now. -pulls sad face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've earned a bad name for myself. -pulls sadder face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i learn to face my emotions as the days go by! so, well, we learn something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to the people taking o levels! and i'm an evil person through and through. satan called me and says he wants me on his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him i'd be glad to be of service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cliche right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. i'm such a cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks cheryl! i'll kick your ass one day if i ever see you on the streets with a handsomer boyfriend than mine. haha. but of course, i'll try to steal your boyfriend. as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madder than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random quote: "...because i have a huge, lesbian crush on you! suck on that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113138108824067143?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113138108824067143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113138108824067143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113138108824067143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113138108824067143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-realised-my-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113129247568113865</id><published>2005-11-06T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:54:35.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on to other stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this is a special dedication to xn, yl, debbie, ay, edith, mel, joanne, zx, charmaine, yt, lh, ada and every other junior i've worked with in cd, THANK YOU SO MUCH. i love yall and i'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; xinning: u know i've always had a crush on ur shampoo. and u're the greatest sm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yinling: u're my favouritest actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; debbie: u're the cuter fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; anyi: u mad woman, no wonder i feel strangely connected with u. mad lah mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; edith: never judge a book by its volume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; mel: crapper haha, thanks for your presence! i truly enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; joanne: u know? u should consider oscars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; zx: u put in a lot of effort. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; everyone else: u know i love you but i'm too lazy to slowly mention u. hahah sorry well, will see you in 2007. unless u betrayed the raffles family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and to library juniors: dy, sam, st, wi, yy, delia, parneet, yvonne, michelle, my, sy, wendy, omg so many of u..let's say something less sappy. instead of i love you, i ice cream u! get it get it get it? i &lt;3 you! doesn't it look like a double scoop ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; dengying: u're so quiet..but so crappy..piggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; samantha: u'll be a better group leader than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; shiting: aiyoh..big transformation since last year. but keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; waiian: u dun stalk yl anymore ok? stalk me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yuyue: u're the sweetest junior. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; delia: u're the most responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; parneet: u're really fun when i get to know u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvonne: still remember processing? urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle: seventeen! hahaha..slack. library is so for slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meiyi: thanks for ur message. i'm glad i talked to u =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuyi: haha..you're mad. but i love u. *hug me! don't strangle me!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wendy: i rmb being station masters with u. so fun to torture ppl. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know not everybody will see my blog. yes it's so unpopular. but hey! i still have to be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i'm still a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113129247568113865?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113129247568113865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113129247568113865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113129247568113865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113129247568113865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-to-other-stuff-this-is-special.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113129228510800661</id><published>2005-11-06T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:51:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey wulei. what is wrong with your comp again? why don't you update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...i have plenty of things to talk about. first off, why i'm pissed at wulei and amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm very open with who i'm pissed off at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i know i'm the kind who will stop getting pissed off after a short time. so i had better nab this rare opportunity to speak on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sequence of events as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "TIAN! CAN WE GO TO YOUR HOUSE? PLEASE? We can play bball with ys and sherman.." exaggerated, but pretty much the gist a few weeks ago. even before o levels. and take note i'm not very enthu about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. L: Can we not come on Friday (at first decided on friday)? Cuz friday got class lunch and all, will end very late. So make it another day? Me: Yeah sure. (already a bit sian) L: Thank you darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Me: Hey guys, can I ask dy along? L&amp;amp;M:Yes of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Me to ys: i'm gonna make it a thursday. is it possible? ys: yeah. i'll tell the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ys: L,M and S all can make it. Me to everybody: Thursday 2pm, will it be alright? (more sian..) Everybody: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tonight, at 10.30pm, L (did u catch a cold btw? ur voice sounded funny.. take care): hey tian, mandre cannot make it on thursday cuz she has to go out with other friends. Me: oh ok. L: But I want my MAN!! Me: Ok. L: So can make it another day? I'm free everyday. Me: Ok. L: So you call dy? And I'll call the guys. Me: Ok. (VERY VERY VERY SIAN) L: thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so wrong, u ask? why am i pissed, you ask? because they're the ones who kept wanting to come to MY house. and i wasn't even enthusiastic about it. and because of amanda, and because of wulei's insistence on seeing amanda (not that i have a problem with it), the timing has to be rescheduled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't i have my own life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought we already decided on thursday last week. WHERE did the extra friends pop out of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know amanda has her own life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but SO DO FIVE OTHER PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to see it my way. thanks. and i'm so glad three point five has made up. i hope we all kiss and have a froggy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you notice, it was not sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd like to add i never felt three point five is the epitome of friendship. it wasn't, it isn't, it never will be. in my eyes. i'm totally rejecting that group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in case u think i'll really hold a grudge, don't worry. tmr i will be calmed. seriously, i am calm at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trust me, we won't lose the friendship anyhow. if friends can't be mad at each other, i don't know who can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u don't need to apologise to me. apologies are so fake with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note: wq i'm so sorry! hahahahaha.. i love ur sorries. continue. it makes me feel like i'm the ownage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113129228510800661?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113129228510800661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113129228510800661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113129228510800661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113129228510800661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-wulei.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113102785774960304</id><published>2005-11-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:24:17.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I deleted the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not be bad to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm a nice person. and lei still haven't updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113102785774960304?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113102785774960304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113102785774960304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113102785774960304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113102785774960304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-deleted-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113077342799123393</id><published>2005-10-31T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:43:47.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The real ears event part 2</title><content type='html'>so, the ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not even have to say anything about the mother. let everybody feel her sickness and insanity. and i just realised that the subject is so fitting. it's halloweens. creepy huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see mayonnaise. i'm sorry, it's just a habit of me to see mayonnaise everywhere. this story would have to be saved for some other time. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those who already know the story of mayonnaise, spare me a few lines in the next entry. (although i'm quite sure the whole world knows the story of mayonnaise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the daughter that was attacked by her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did she not defend herself, you ask? good question. i asked that too. there are only 3 reasons for it.&lt;br /&gt;   she is filial and does not want to show disrespect to her mum. (which is a completely valid though not so intelligent cause)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; she does not have anything nearby to block her ears from being chopped off. like a blanket or something. or even her pillow. (come to think of it, isn't there one of those nights when you feel like sleeping without a pillow?)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; she wants her ears to be chopped off. i'm sorry for sounding like i'm completely unsympathetic towards her. i am. i am so sympathetic, in fact, i have turned Empathetic. that is, i cannot stuff earphones into my ears because i can feel an emptiness. and i repeat, i am not mocking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i feel i have to speak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment, about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please do not sue me. my mum says she doesn't want me to blog because she is afraid the government will sue me and my big mouth. i feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm blogging anyway, so i'm risking my life and future for a chance to prove internet freedom of speech. even though it's not really very free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll play safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, why didn't she defend herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let you ponder over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i'll move on to the next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why doesn't she want to sue her mum?&lt;br /&gt; she has no right to. (she was 14, mentally and physically stable. so she should be entitled to sue. even if she doesn't, her dad should.)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; lawyers in her area are super lousy. (no comment on that, i have no knowledge on lawyers. and to all the good lawyers or lawyers to be, don't sue me for making a comment on you.)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; once again, she is filial and doesn't want to show disrespect in fear of another organ being removed by various means. no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next question, what would you do in her place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you what i would do. i'd lock my bedroom doors at night, though in her case she can't predict when her mum would turn mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if the mum came into the room, and i happened to be sleeping on a pillow, i'd block off her advances. and block my ears when it came to the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if, by chance, she cut off my first ear, i'd retaliate. i'd give her a huge bang, in spite of the acute pain i'm feeling (i know it only happens in movies, but i'd say people have basic animal instincts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i still haven't satisfied my instincts, i'll bite her ears off. it's possible. trust me, i've done it on a toy before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not sounding very serious, but it is a serious topic. just for ur information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if all fails, i'll still sue her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think the mother will be sent to a mental institution or something. i don't know. the newspaper didn't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe the newspaper does not give very accurate or complete information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113077342799123393?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113077342799123393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-12282528.post-113077326640110814</id><published>2005-10-31T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:42:56.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ears event. part 2</title><content type='html'>i'm so sorry. i'm in no mood to talk about the ears event. it's disgusting, it grosses me out, and i'm really in a very good mood now. i do not want to be reminded of ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, our exams are officially over. yes i know. i've been saying this for a few entries now. this is insane. but i have finally reached the final, final exam of secondary school. higher chinese o levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those who took it and dun have to take anymore, thou shalt rejoice and celebrate. to all those who are taking o level exams until 18th nov, good luck and i'm really a nice person but i'd still like to haha at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry for being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i know why people say rgs girls are snobbish. cuz i'm feeling the snob creeping up my sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you feel that this is a suitable mood for halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy halloween btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. chinese o levels. it was ok, apart from my paper 1, which is proven to be a definite failure cuz it received that dreaded four letter word comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i conclude that i failed my paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but paper 2 should be able to save me. hopefully, that is, if the teacher is not mr he (pronounced HER. such an irony). he (he or her) is so annoying. i do not want to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm a girl and girls seldom keep their words, i shall comment, 8 words: mo4 shou3 chen2 gui1, shi2 gu3 bu2 hua4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i'm going to write about him. writing too much will only affect my luck. it is never good to talk about a test once it is over, brings bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113077326640110814?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113077326640110814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113077326640110814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113077326640110814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113077326640110814'/><link rel='alternate' 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DO NOT EAT BEFORE READING. OR WHILE READING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm to speak on the insanely disgusting mother who ate her daughter's ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the daughter did not sue her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the daughter said she forgives her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you gasp? can you even fathom what the daughter did? at first i was truly pissed off, revolted, disgusted by the mother. now i think daughter and mother are equally sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. i think i should explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene one: 14-year-old girl is sleeping peacefully in the bedroom. scene two: mother creeps into bedroom with a butcher knife. yes, a butcher knife. scene three: mother pulls daughter out of bed and screeches: If you aren't obedient (ting hua, or rather, listens to me), I'll chop off your ears! daughter wakes up with a start and pleads with her mum not to cut off her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such is a mother's perverse nature. (disclaimer: nothing against mothers. i'm perfectly happy with my mum and i think she's a great mum and i love her. and i know my mum is not the only great one on earth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost a moviescript. the R type movies with rating for violence. and you see blood spurting out of nowhere, then suddenly a ear flies into the screen. mother catches the ear and swallows it. loud, blood hurdling scream is heard. followed by incontrollable sobs. N.B.: daughter is NOT defending herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as you thought it'll have a happy ending with the daughter turning into a monster and mother revealed to be an exorcist who successfully drove out an evil spirit through the ear, another ear is cut off. and the lump goes into the mother's throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst the chaos, ironically cuz there're only two people in the house and it's the middle of the night, mother with bloody mouth calls up the father and tells him: I just cut off your daughter's ears, come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's not imagine father's expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so daughter is rushed to hospital. the doctor says: there is still hope for her ears to be joined back. mother says indifferently: too bad, i ate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was basically what happened, after which daughter is photographed lying on the hospital bed bandaged, with tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i doubt the reliability of media (especially that particular newspaper, which i deem as total crap but shall not mention the name in fear of being sued), but i believe there is some truth behind everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's analyse the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be studying chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;separate the entry into two parts. will continue tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113067101500373285?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113067101500373285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113067101500373285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113067101500373285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113067101500373285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/10/ears-event-part-i.html' title='the ears event. part I'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113060149884394805</id><published>2005-10-29T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T23:58:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Unfair</title><content type='html'>i know. the title's very much cliché. but every writer has a right to be cliché at times. can you imagine if all the clichés in the world were gone? omg! that's like, horrificalistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at times, a writer has to come up with obscure words. to sound bimbotic (disclaimer: i have nothing against bimbos! they're an essential part of society!), which means trying to sound smart but failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm not smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not pretty. unlike people. damn it, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what this entry's about. people. people can be the deadliest weapon to use against someone, especially one who is depressed, ugly and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just have to bump into a primary school classmate to know that what i've just said is true. it can KILL you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first of all, you see a guy in the library whom you recognise as that asshole in your primary school class. while deciding between whether or not to risk not finding a seat or to risk your sanity being stolen, you say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with the picture? 1. the guy was an asshole, even if he might not be now. 2. you should never say hello to primary school classmates. they're the past, and the past is not to be revisited. it's a universal truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you see a familiar looking chiobu sitting opposite him. you think, scandalous asshole. said chiobu smiles sweetly at you. you think, she's chio and nice. lucky asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point, you have made another mistake. you should never sit near a familiar looking chiobu. it's an added risk to heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip the unnecessary details in between. you're happily at that table studying with your best friend, thinking, asshole is so much less assholic when not talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule no.1: never ass-u-me. he's not talking this second does not mean he won't talk the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he speaks. asks chiobu question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule no.2: never overhear conversation. pretend to be listening to your mp3 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiobu answers chem and social studies questions in professional, smart manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said chiobu is so far established as: nice, chio and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadly. deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule no.3: leave things be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asshole and chiobu get up, leave. you say to chiobu, you look familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm your primary school friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. take note of the nice, soft voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiobu formally introduces herself. asshole laughs at your ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore best friend's incredulous look, not to mention blur. because you suddenly recognise chiobu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad, bad mistake. look away when chiobu leaves. say bye bye and never ever look at her again unless she goes for major failed plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stare at chiobu with big shocked look. and notices her figure. which is damn fucking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, now that you have committed all the necessary sins, get a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i conclude that people, are indeed, deadly weapons against others. especially insane mothers who chop off their daughters' ears and eats them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. that's sick. but it happened. i saw it on the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's a reminder what to rant about in my next entry. it's so fucking sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113060149884394805?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113060149884394805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113060149884394805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113060149884394805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113060149884394805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/10/lifes-unfair.html' title='Life&apos;s Unfair'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-113048441810923960</id><published>2005-10-28T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:26:58.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I blog at the worst times possible</title><content type='html'>why am i blogging again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to save this blog from the undertakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, is friday, and 31st is monday! so which means i'm supposed to be studying my chinese!!! Which i'm apparently not doing!!! oh woe be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find conversations with charlene highly amusing. actually, i find a conversation with anyone worth talking to amusing. cuz i'm so full of crap when i open my trap. it rhymes, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were talking about twits. (for more info: &lt;a href="http://www.museum-of-twits.blogspot.com"&gt;museum of twits&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: i am a true fearer of the government and blogger censorship. i have no intention of offending anybody. no racial comments, no religious comments, no nothing. reference to old macdonald's farm is not out of discrimination against caucasians contributing to the agricultural sector of the world. mention of ducks is not out of disrespect for animal rights. and i do not deem anyone a twit. but twits are existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is the conversation. minus the non-important crap in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11:55:15 AM] tian : shit man..i think my IQ just dropped to a&lt;br /&gt;              single digit&lt;br /&gt;[11:55:40 AM] Charli: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;(insert tianni is smart comment)&lt;br /&gt;[11:55:58 AM] tian: i can count from 0-10!!! so choose one&lt;br /&gt;              number. cannot be HiGheR WoRxX!!! Or else i dunno how to&lt;br /&gt;              count!!!&lt;br /&gt;(insert random comment about RENT)&lt;br /&gt;[11:57:17 AM] Charli: HAHA. U NEED A SMACK MAN&lt;br /&gt;[11:57:19 AM] Charli: hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;[11:57:26 AM] Charli: WTF!&lt;br /&gt;[11:57:27 AM] Charli: HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(insert invalid comment)&lt;br /&gt;[11:58:48 AM] tian: oH bTwZ..tHe NuMbEr StAnDs FoR mY IQ..I sO&lt;br /&gt;              sMaRtX rIgHtZZ??? I NoE wHaT's IQ..&lt;br /&gt;[11:59:03 AM] tian : it stands for intelligent quack!&lt;br /&gt;[11:59:04 AM] Charli: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;[11:59:09 AM] Charli: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;[11:59:26 AM] tian : intelligent duck lorh.. so it's like..why&lt;br /&gt;              must use on humans one????&lt;br /&gt;[11:59:43 AM] tian : i tot only for ducks lorh..like count how&lt;br /&gt;              many Quack quack they do..&lt;br /&gt;[12:00:10 PM] tian : 10 a LoTx WoRzZ!!&lt;br /&gt;[12:00:36 PM] Charli: hahahhahahaH&lt;br /&gt;[12:00:38 PM] Charli: OMG STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;[12:02:34 PM] tian : i was kinda picturing old macdonald's farm&lt;br /&gt;[12:02:41 PM] tian : hmm..he must be very smart.&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:03 PM] tian : i'll give it 8 quacks&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:15 PM] Charli: haqhahahahahahhahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:21 PM] Charli: quacks.&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:22 PM] Charli: HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:22 PM] tian : QUACK QUACK here..QUACK QUACK there..here&lt;br /&gt;              a QUACK QUACK..there a QUACK QUACK&lt;br /&gt;[12:03:25 PM] tian : told u i can count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the theme of the topic is: u guessed it! quacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and intelligent quacks nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that ends today's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-113048441810923960?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/113048441810923960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=113048441810923960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113048441810923960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/113048441810923960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-blog-at-worst-times-possible.html' title='I blog at the worst times possible'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282528.post-112632996048917136</id><published>2005-09-10T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T13:26:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>Continued from yesterday. on the obsession with jonsson. it started when he so kindly visited my dreams. hey! not my fault. i wasn't even obsessed with him at that time!! think it was a few days after watching the last episode of manhunt. so ok, i watched hot guys pose nude, pretended to be really on about it, my usual self, really. then he appeared in my dreams. i woke up the next morning feeling quietly (yes, no typo) happy and i was like, "huh?" not at all how it should feel after hot guy communicates with u in dream. u're supposed to be hyped about it and have heart attack and never wake up from ur sleep!! but strangely, i was just pretty amused. it was as though i just had a normal conversation with a normal, humorous guy. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't what got me obsessed. it was still, after i googled him and saw his blog. man, that guy is..smart. which is a lot more than what i can say for other hot guys. and he has personality. which tears off the label of models being plastics. bad me. here i go into stereotypes again. (reminder to self: just cuz they're hot doesn't mean they're lacking in intelligence..afterall, einstein was hot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..this is getting boring. go read junk feud! ta~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. my past obsessions were (obviously): einstein, liuxiang, phelps. just for the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;redrum&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/12282528-112632996048917136?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/112632996048917136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=112632996048917136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/112632996048917136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/112632996048917136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/09/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282528.post-112623934267563095</id><published>2005-09-09T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:15:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Brothers and Sisters-in-law</title><content type='html'>HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who i'm talking about. WHOOT! Give it up for...my bro. and my sis-in-law.. or Future sis-in-law. awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before the two of u get excessively shy on this topic, i'd like to say...it isn't my main point of writing today. to revive the blogger spirit! (yeah right) to improve my writing skills! (sneer) to contribute to crap making in the universe! (GASP! YOU GOT IT RIGHT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..come on, u know i'm just a loyal citizen to the world. anyway, i suddenly thought of blogging cuz of my inspiration..from --&gt;JOEL MADDEN!&lt;-- and..my newest obsession --&gt;JON JONSSON!&lt;-- yeah. i read their blogs. and it was so inspirational. serious. i mean, look at what sir (i dub him sir cuz i lub him) jonsson wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jonjonsson.com/blog/"&gt;I think physics is the most practical study I can think of. It explains how and why things work and happen, rather than finding silly ways to make money. If that is practicality, then I don’t want to be practical. Most jobs on this planet are so boring and repetitive, that’s why I don’t want a job on this planet.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit of a long quote, but u know what? it just shows that he's got humour, man. that's the one thing i lack. unless u count crap as humour. nah i know u do. forget it, i've got humour..that's why we're so compatible! *choke. sputter.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he has insights, not those like mine, as in, real insights. i think he makes a good philo student. i wonder how he even finds time to write such long entries (well uh..considering he hasn't updated since april, let's forget that comment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i was led to his blog: by googling! duh. ok so i was watching villa wellness yesterday. and u know that part the woman fed jon grapes? (fine u don't watch tv u lil twerb)..i was pratically jumping up and down the sofa (i was pissed! whoot). i even ate one more serving for dinner so i can hopefully join the show..u know how willy wonka can shoot u into the tv screen? yeah. like that, in case u really thought i could actually reverse time and be in the show as it started filming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now both ideas are just as practical. what was the quote on practicality? yeah. don't heed practicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait that was said by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to serious stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmon. when the hell have u ever known ME to be serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway congratulations on the both of u having realised ur feelings for each other. hope u're reading this. i'm so ubber happy for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahaha..PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;redrum&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/12282528-112623934267563095?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/112623934267563095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=112623934267563095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/112623934267563095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/112623934267563095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-brothers-and-sisters-in-law.html' title='Of Brothers and Sisters-in-law'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-112195516583632176</id><published>2005-07-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:12:45.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress...</title><content type='html'>sorry... see the guilty look on my face, for not having written for more than a month... thanks tian for reviving this blog =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, term 3 has lived up to its reputation- it is very stressful! first was the pts [physical training...], then the hectic last minute preparations for concert, now the spas and chi exams coming up, and on top of all these class video, kite, costume, tshirt... argh! [breathe in... count to 10... breathe out... count to 10...] sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when compared to yong sheng, I think the situation I am in is nothing. poor thing... hope that he will get well soon. yep, yong sheng, we all support you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dejaWu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-112195516583632176?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/112195516583632176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=112195516583632176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/112195516583632176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/112195516583632176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/07/stress.html' title='stress...'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-112177757204786120</id><published>2005-07-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T20:52:52.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>well..i decided to post again. hurray for me. gah. tmd..tmr got ss test. as the ss rep, i'm totally clueless on the subject, which, basically, isn't good. and here i am, with lots of work, feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dunno what's up with yl. ok i don't blame her for being violent as she's sick (not necessarily only in one sense..fine fine no mean comments..-.-) i think i nearly got concussion from her hitting..wtf. lol. whole pouch went "BANG" on my head..wah damn pissed. i hate ppl hitting my head. i'm a normally very peaceful person, but i can't stand these sort of things. anyway, i'd like to make an honest comment: yl, u can be such a brat. but hey. i still love you. hahaha..i actually have a feeling my headache since yesterday night was caused by yl's big bang lol. u better apologise asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope ys feels better. bought chocolate for him today..haha this guy seems to like chocolate a lot...koped so much from my house lol. i hope his brother doesn't take any of them.. i guess i really don't know him. quote me: it's not like ys to feel so depressed..feels weird seeing him miserable. quote lei: tian, u really don't know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well uh..i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random question: rate the following from 1-8, 1 being most important, 8 being least important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Money....................8-Religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that was a survey i took today. quote random girl: oh what religion are you? me: free thinker. girl: oh! your parents? me: free thinkers. girl: Oh...so have you heard of any religions? me: the usual ones i guess. girl: the usual ones? me: u know, christianity, buddhism, hinduism, muslim........ girl: OH! u've heard of christianity before? me: *weird look* yeahhh... (all the while thinking: i look much like idiot to u?) girl: *collects back surveys* *looks at survey* *smile smile* thank you. me: *runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask lei! she took the same survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sums up the day. fell asleep during physics. i feel so disappointed with myself..wanted to last through mr yang's class. he's such a nice teacher. i don't understand why our class bullies him so much...they DON'T EVEN GREET HIM! argh. i feel so guilty. and we don't take him seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aspirations: i wanna be jude law's kids' nanny. (read ST Life! section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;And even though the moment passed me by&lt;br /&gt;I still can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose&lt;br /&gt;Got tossed along the way&lt;br /&gt;And letters that you never meant to send&lt;br /&gt;Get lost or thrown away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're grown up orphans&lt;br /&gt;That never knew their names&lt;br /&gt;We don't belong to no one&lt;br /&gt;That's a shame&lt;br /&gt;But if you could hide beside me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for a while&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell no one your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell em your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars are souvenirs you never lose&lt;br /&gt;The past is never far&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose yourself somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Did you get to be a star&lt;br /&gt;And don't it make you sad to know that life&lt;br /&gt;Is more than who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grew up way too fast&lt;br /&gt;And now there's nothing to believe&lt;br /&gt;And reruns all become our history&lt;br /&gt;A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell no one your name&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell em your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need the same&lt;br /&gt;It's lonely where you are come back down&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell em your name&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.googoodolls.com/musicaboylyrics.html#name"&gt;-Name by GooGoo Dolls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like them. they have a nice band name, and they can sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-112177757204786120?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/112177757204786120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=112177757204786120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/112177757204786120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/112177757204786120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111932968615256758</id><published>2005-06-21T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T12:55:02.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I hate g***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111932968615256758?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111932968615256758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111932968615256758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111932968615256758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111932968615256758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111612418883760347</id><published>2005-05-15T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T10:29:48.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday once more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;family day yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;had expected it to be a day of total relaxation, but it turned out to be quite erm, eventful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;first of all, my cca meeting. argh. all I can say if that I overestimated our efficiency. it took 2.5h and when it ended I was so frustrated that I almost did not want to go for ora. actually I should not have been so easily worked up. cca is definitely more important than haning around ri. but I was really looking forward to ora, and feeling so sorry for making my bro wait for me for 2.5h. so yep, lost my temper. I think my teachers could tell that I was not in a good mood. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;after the meeting, still debating about whether I should rush to ri, I rang up man, hongyi and yong sheng to ask about the situation at ri. oh well, none of them picked up the call. so sherman became the victim of my emotional outburst [sorry dude...]. haha. in the end, decided to bring my bro to ri. we took a cab. I could not be bother with buses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and to my relief, there was still a reasonable crowd at ri when we reached there. ran to the canteen to look for man. oh man! such joy in meeting  fellow 3.5 mates! I could not wait to pour my laments out at a willing listening party. haha. thanks man. yep anyway she was doing very well... [I didnt get any bubble tea =(] $596... wow well done stringers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;then got hongyi, who was window shopping  at j8, to come back to ri. the three of us [hongyi, bro and I] hanged around. wanted to let bro play games but but the game stalls were not appealing to him. oh well. I think bro didnt enjoy himself yesterday... first the 2.5h wait, then no food, no games, no one of the same age to play with... oops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;we were bored. but what to do? we had to wait for man to clear up her stall. haha so went looking for friends. bumped into a few ri friends too, like the entrepreneur people, and yong sheng and sherman [actually I called yong sheng and sherman over to say hi]. yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;set off for mrt station when man was done. krist and rusy went with us too. yep. quote from man's blog entry 'had a very interesting mrt trip'. well, I am sure that was the case for her and hongyi, happily conversing in french and conveniently leaving me out ah. hmpf. next time I go out with emily then you know. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;after an hour of mrt and bus rides, finally reached my house. saw tian at the phone booth under my block. oops. apparently she had waited for us for an hour or so. sorry tian... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;spent the rest of the afternoon playing bridge. I dont really enjoy bridge... partially because I am not good at it... so yeah. tian and hongyi were very enthu about it though. haha. so kept losing. and established a reputation of 'cannot lie'. but still managed to trick man once. haha. wanted to call yong sheng over as hes very pro at bridge. but he couldnt. haha it was quite lucky that he didnt, cos mum came home at 6 when we were stilll happily playing cards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;the games ended with man having to go off for tuition. yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;haha yesterday wasnt that fun. but still being together with fellow 3.5 mates was a joyeous occasion itself. yep =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;haha. next weeks going to be another week of ups and downs. getting back eoi papers, pts, rjge and cd concerts, pft, cip at marsiling pri, taking care of bro... oh well. sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;for now, I am enjoying the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dejaWu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111612418883760347?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111612418883760347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111612418883760347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111612418883760347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111612418883760347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesterday-once-more.html' title='yesterday once more...'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111570800368461229</id><published>2005-05-10T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T14:53:23.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ora coming</title><content type='html'>pft tmr. I have my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, life is not bad. looking forward to ora day. but at the same time, I must not forget about taking care of my bro. haha. grandma is going back home so I will officially take over as the caretaker of jl. yep. feeling the weight of the responsibility on my shoulders... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy family day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;dajaWu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111570800368461229?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111570800368461229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111570800368461229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111570800368461229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111570800368461229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/05/ora-coming.html' title='ora coming'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111547507282923853</id><published>2005-05-07T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:11:12.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah</title><content type='html'>newsflash: sorry to break your bubbles. parents don't allow any more stay overs. cuz i so cleverly told them i screwed my math and chem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i can't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;redrum&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/12282528-111547507282923853?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111547507282923853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111547507282923853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111547507282923853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111547507282923853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/05/bah.html' title='bah'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111538007862953509</id><published>2005-05-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T19:52:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCK ALL YE MUGGAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoop. it's over. officially over. i should be going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;WHOOP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right? yet i'm not. why? cuz i screwed TWO EFFING PAPERS. which so happen to be the last two papers of the week. why? I HAVE NO FRIGGIN IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am chao extra effing bu shuang. also because i didn't get to relax much today. cuz got cca! and the music was nice (hah. i spent fucking 5 hours picking out the music on saturday..meaning i didn't get to study much..i am even more bu shuang because of that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing's good though, SCOTT GOT OUT OF AMERICAN IDOL!!!! YES!!! DAMN THAT FAT ASS!!! (yeah i know my ass is fat too but he's ugly and super-untalented..at least i have the decency to admit i'm ugly and super-untalented. he's all ego and he gives me the creeps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. talking about exams ending...lemme recount the story of how LEI and MAN very kindly invited themselves over to my house for a sleepover. without my permission. or my parents'. hmm...*stares menacingly* i dun get what's so nice about my house. it's tiny and the piano doesn't have a nice sound...ok got a lot of food. so? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely, i am so lonely, i got nobody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song is officially stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired...and i dun get why. i didn't even study much over the week, maybe take more notes than i usually do (means an occasional few lines), but i'm just tired. and sleepy. and not even in the mood to celebrate. tell me i'm lookin forward to making a damn motor...i like physics, but hey! it spoils the holiday mood. i mean, SPA on week 9 and performance task on week 10? WHAT the HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it. i'm not happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lei! let's go out for movie on monday. i'm free that afternoon. ok? let's watch...kingdom of heaven. ok? yeah it's NC-16!!!! YES!!! THIS MARKS MY FIRST LEGAL NC-16 MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!! I AM FINALLY..HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wanna watch star wars on 19 may..maybe my parents won't allow me to watch 2 movies in such a short period of time... *WAH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT WHAT'S WITH THE MOOD SWINGS? i'm not even pmsing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111538007862953509?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111538007862953509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111538007862953509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111538007862953509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111538007862953509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/05/fck-all-ye-muggas.html' title='FCK ALL YE MUGGAS'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111535701681736753</id><published>2005-05-06T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:23:36.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ova ova ova</title><content type='html'>wah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt expect the week-long [k, four days only...] torture to end at such a low note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM WAS A KILLER! *kaboom!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. I imagined myself feeling so relieved and glad when all the sas would be over... but now that everything is over, I am not exactly convinced to be grinning. sighs. k k dont think about that. am going to spend some time with my long-neglected guitarre over the weekend. yep. streets of london! =D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to friday the 13th... tian, *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dejaWu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111535701681736753?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111535701681736753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111535701681736753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111535701681736753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111535701681736753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/05/ova-ova-ova.html' title='ova ova ova'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111510021884231262</id><published>2005-05-03T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T14:03:38.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>first day of End-of-Instructions ['no no no it is NOT an exam! it is just an EOI' ...sounds familiar huh?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, no comments on the papers. I shall hold on to my hopes, expectations, grief, disappointment and whatever it is till the release of the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tian! thanks for your foolscap today! pai seh I forgot to bring my own. thanks thanks =) I will give you an akayi hana at your concert ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha havent been to net for quite some time, cos net service at home is screwed. so imagine the shock when I saw the picture of our respectable teachers *ahem* posing with... oh nvm. scroll down and see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was pretty eventful. got gold in syf [a bit disappointed... oh well, at least we improved] and got my ssef prize. but I missed two days of lessons for those. sighs. and labour day... thought it would be a real labour day for a change, ended up sleeping and playing the day away with bro. sighs. hope that I can pass EOI -.-''. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hope that this week will turn out fine. good luck everyone! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to sat. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dejaWu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111510021884231262?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111510021884231262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111510021884231262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111510021884231262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111510021884231262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/05/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282528.post-111477956392065754</id><published>2005-04-29T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:59:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/5464/640/kaozdamnfunny.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/184/5464/320/kaozdamnfunny.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111477956392065754?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111477956392065754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111477956392065754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111477956392065754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111477956392065754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/04/minolta-digital-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282528.post-111469971904038909</id><published>2005-04-28T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:48:39.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wah what happened lei? yup she came to sch today and CUT HER HAIR. her oh-so-beautiful looong hair...yeah not that long but hey! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn bored..oh anyway lei congrats for ur syf!!! MUAHAHAHA sherman can't boast anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gossip of the day: i just found c. chua and azahar's photo on the power98 site. for what? "Search for Singapore's sexiest bum" omg. it's so bloody amusing. i would never ever imagine such a thing happening...our teachers acting like complete idiots, showing their "AHEM sexy?" butts to the public. ok it's their right, and their butts aren't that bad looking either. it's just kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my question is: what the hell is the point of this search??? to me, everybody's butts look the same, i mean, what's the big deal about a meaty area covered with skin? oh yes the innocent mind of a 16 year old...(can u see my eyes somewhere plastered to the ceiling?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i haven't started revision. OOF! be prepared to fail!!! hopefully the teachers will take pity on me, since i have such nice handwriting *cackles* it really deceives. i mean, with that same nice handwriting i got an A+ for the last eng paper and lit paper right? ..rrrright, as if the pattern would continue. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one can always hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random fear of the day: TMR GOT CCA!!!!! CHINESE DRAMA!!! ARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-redrum.&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/12282528-111469971904038909?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111469971904038909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111469971904038909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111469971904038909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111469971904038909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111453044165545826</id><published>2005-04-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:47:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>I am damn superfacial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dejaWu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111453044165545826?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111453044165545826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111453044165545826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111453044165545826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111453044165545826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/04/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111442585742368330</id><published>2005-04-25T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:45:19.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE TO VENT MY FRUSTRATIONS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GOT SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT TODAY. BLARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. i got severely influenced by xiaxue.blogspot.com....it reminds me that i CAN be the bitchy little self that i actually am. whoop! looking forward to that (i'm SURRRRE will be) thanks to charli who introduced me to that all-inspiring blog. and this font is not arial. i repeat: it is NOT arial!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookies, it's not about the content of her blog (which is interesting) but the way she actually puts it all down! i swear, i can't do that without an insane mode turned on...which is off most of the time (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..in case this blog is seen by goddess almighty herself, i'd like to THANK her. boosting one's ego is good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. STUPID STUPID STUPID CCA!!! my vocab is limited, so pardon me if i can't think of any other words apart from yes, that wonderful, all-captivating word: STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it stupid? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a) i didn't get to direct the play that i wanted to direct. (i complained about it plenty but i shall complain some more just cuz i'm in the mood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;b) there aren't enough people in the cca! which means all my actresses have to be shared among other departments (now they're running off to, where? another play..just in case u were wondering, 3 plays altogether in an annual production...back to point, they're involved in various other things such as costumes, props and THAT OTHER PLAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) coming to the MAIN point about THAT OTHER PLAY (hereby known as TOP), my GAWD. my actresses don't remember their lines just because they have not been coming to rehearsals for my play due to reasons e.g: rehearsal for TOP in which they act as, LISTEN TO THE GRAND HORROR OF IT ALL&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- "a mute reporter!"&lt;/span&gt; i know normally i am so fucking nice but PLEASE. SPARE ME A THOUGHT. just because this PLAY is in some fucking dumb competition and they are in the finals (congrats! *that's the end of my school spirit, sue me*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) they're so caught up in cutsy acts. i can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) i'm prejudiced. OMG THE TRUTH IS OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. EOI! yuck why is everybody studying for it? and my mum's threatening to...i dunno what she's gonna do. but something extreme probably. i'm going to FLUNK IT! WHEEEEE...can you see the joy stitched in my features??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's make a song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOI EOI EO-EO-I!! EO EO EO-I...continue in the EO pattern. it's just for the lameness of it..cuz EOI is lame. and everything about the school is LAME. AND I'M JUST A FUCKING LAME PERSON STUCK IN A LAME SCHOOL! *LEI! do you detect a fallacy here?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i almost flunked my math test. WHICH IS PISSIFYING!!! so much so that i tore my paper up. who cares if the teacher wants the parent's signature. let her go look for it...oh it's in the depth of my FILE..SOMEWHERE...look harder. yes, i can make use of this opportunity to smash her head in and OLE! no more trigonometry. which is the worst math topic in history. discounting graphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. there is a five but somebody distracted me on msn (yongsheng you sucker). all my randomness lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let's have a little moral discussion over here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the moral of the story? FUCK THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's another name for random comment? swiss australian chinese mix IS CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is that related to your blog? because i recently saw one and it is a pretty random comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough questions? let's try  Paul's wheel of reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-redrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111442585742368330?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111442585742368330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111442585742368330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111442585742368330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111442585742368330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-to-vent-my-frustrations.html' title='HERE TO VENT MY FRUSTRATIONS!!!!'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111414483433940613</id><published>2005-04-22T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:26:53.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled...</title><content type='html'>I flunked my english test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. sighs. I dont know what to do. getting tired of always trying to convince myself that its alright. cos I know it is not. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes really hope that I can have more life than worrying about outcomes of tests. I am not that sort who are motivated by stress... in fact, stress puts me off... so I really hope that the education system can be more flexible, ie give us more time and not forcing us to do subjects that we have no interest in (eg ss). I am not compaining about sch work here... in fact I would LOVE to enjoy studying without having to worry about cca practices, finding a common schedule to meet up with friends to do a project etc. life would be so much simpler and realxed that way. BUT there is the reality, that requires multitaskers who can perform great under stress. oh well... looks like I should appreciate the sch's effort to let us experience life early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha sec4 so far is pretty screwed. I am lagging in every subject. I can foresee myself getting a gpa of about 3, a 'fail' in japanese (which I refuse to drop cos... I dont know why either...), an 'ungraded' in pft,  a bunch of disappointed faces at syf and finally a screwed up concert. what a great way to end my life in rg. then comes rj (I am assuming that I can make it there). I will probably be too inconfident in guitar that I do not choose it as my cca. try out a sports cca. but whats the chance of me getting in? not with a 2.4 timing of 20min. haha. will probably be some quiet girl in the background, that no one takes notice of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k k tian is going to point a finger at me and shout: 'slippery slope!' I too think I should stop this... I am feeling more bitter as  I write. hahaha. okay okay, I try to be the usual happy self &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. now that I have listed out the worst-case scenario, life will definitely turn out to be better than expectation right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dejaWu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111414483433940613?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111414483433940613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111414483433940613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111414483433940613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111414483433940613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/04/untitled.html' title='untitled...'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111408125356375395</id><published>2005-04-21T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:00:53.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to think about</title><content type='html'>now I appreciate why the sch makes us go through all the pains of overloading our brain cells with all the big words that connotate meanings beyong our imagination. yep. it seem taht everything is related to philo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng- definition of family, reasons for ethnocentrism&lt;br /&gt;lit- tragic heroism, the practice of theocracy&lt;br /&gt;math- differentiation (itself an abstract topic) and it applications&lt;br /&gt;phy- electromagnetism (erm... it still requires brain cells...)&lt;br /&gt;chem- quantitative analysis and electrolysis (have to think quite a bit...)&lt;br /&gt;bio- darwin's theory of evolution (yes with all the ethnical issues)&lt;br /&gt;ss- globalisation (bleh...) and reasons for wars&lt;br /&gt;ch- qing jing zuo wen (you will understand why when you read tians essay...)&lt;br /&gt;cle- haha dont start talking about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, trying not to lament here. our brain is a powerful muscle (quoted), exercise it before it shrinks into a pea brain (quoted). haha. sounds quite true. but just hope that they give us more time to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next time you see me with a serious face and distant look in the eyes, please do not disturb! trying to think... or daydream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dejaWu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111408125356375395?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111408125356375395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111408125356375395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111408125356375395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111408125356375395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-much-to-think-about.html' title='so much to think about'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111392130216310782</id><published>2005-04-19T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:35:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the blogger in the mood to blog</title><content type='html'>OMG i broke the record...i have tried to start 3 blogs before this. N.B: TRIED. very hard in fact. but i forgot the password for the first, too lazy to continue the second, and the third one, well, let's say it wasn't very successful either. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ooh..isn't this huge? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm just too random. yep. i wanna go to sleep now...just to inform yall that there's actually another blogger for this blogging name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Redrum~ yuck. all the fonts are so disgusting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111392130216310782?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111392130216310782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111392130216310782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111392130216310782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111392130216310782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/04/blogger-in-mood-to-blog.html' title='the blogger in the mood to blog'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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-12282528.post-111391826555025699</id><published>2005-04-19T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:44:25.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attempt to revive the blogging spirit</title><content type='html'>haha... this is my second blog... dont ask me what happened to my first... so in order to prevent hist from repeating itself, I dragged two si dang (people from the same gange) into this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! not in a blogging mood now... feel like dropping off and zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dejaWu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282528-111391826555025699?l=lingleitiankong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/feeds/111391826555025699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282528&amp;postID=111391826555025699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111391826555025699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282528/posts/default/111391826555025699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingleitiankong.blogspot.com/2005/04/attempt-to-revive-blogging-spirit.html' title='attempt to revive the blogging spirit'/><author><name>leaving a mark...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03468063990668452520</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>
