<?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-10656938</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:51:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-blinks-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656938.post-115695373011817548</id><published>2006-08-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:02:10.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby pics</title><content type='html'>Okay I've uploaded baby pics from day 1! So I'll start from the 27th, his (and my) birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1: at the very beginning x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1317.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1318.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1323.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1324.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1326.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like a hamster eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1331.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1333.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1340.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1345.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luke's makeover! now his hair is styled like elvis's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1351.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1352.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby puke x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke ain't coming home until his jaundice subsides. I'm gonna visit him at the hospital every day till his arrival! I think 2 more days only. Yeah. Anyway we had EL Exposition Test today and it was pretty okay, I think. I don't even roughly know how I fare against the rest of the class for expo 'cause he didn't mark my paper for FA. So like yeah man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115695373011817548?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115695373011817548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115695373011817548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115695373011817548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115695373011817548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-pics.html' title='baby pics'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115678107189165676</id><published>2006-08-28T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:04:32.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bday post</title><content type='html'>I realised that my previous entries have only consisted of whining and complaining and emo-ing and lots of incoherent stuff, so I'M SORRY. ): My blog's like a scar on the face of blogspot. Sorry blogspot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my birthday was on the 27th and OH MY it was so happening! I received quite a few SMSes and birthday wishes in the first hour of my birthday... So... Thanks to those who remembered (: Aiyah, I think people getting too old, so I feel slightly bo chap about my birthday this year. But still, thanks to those who wished me happy birthday! I feel really happy when people wish me you know! And to that I say, WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAX. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 9 or 10 on the 27th. Can't remember, but should be quite early. Wait, I think it was even earlier than that. Haha. The point is, when I went downstairs for breakfast my dad was on the phone, and he looked so serious and solemn! And after he hung up, I said Good Morning Daddy, what's up? And then he told me my mother was having some complications with her high blood pressure and swollen feet and all that, and so the baby had to come out TODAY. And the first thing that I thought was, WHOA WHOA WHOA. The baby will have the same birthday as me?!?!? And he was like eeeeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was elated. Well I thought I would be going to the hospital with my mum and dad that afternoon, hence I did not go to church. Oh, I was invited to go to church that day, you see. Bird invited me (: So I was like, can't go! I'm going to the hospital! And then and then!!! I found out that I can't go to the hospital, because my mum would be having induced labour which could last up to 7 hours. And it's like, painful to see your mum in pain for 7 hours! So I didn't have to go to the hospital after all!!! So I was free on the afternoon of my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, on this planet exists a loser called Goh Shi Huh. And she was travelling around central/eastern Singapore in a bus that she decided not to alight until she saw her Pretty! in a large crowd of Indians at the 'Little India' bus stop. So after spending some quality time with Prettaaaaaye, she decided she was bored. And so we went to watch The Devil Wears Prada at GV Plaza Singapura (without Pretty). I give the movie 7.5/10 stars! Haha it was an enjoyable movie. Then after that we saw Joanne! (: And then, after Shi Huh bought her ano 2 pieces of sushi for dinner, it was time we headed home. My dad fetched me to Gleneagles Hospital, where my mother was in labour. He said we would be having dinner soon, and he just had to check on my mother in the Delivery Suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left alone in the lift lobby. And so, I waited. And waited. And waited. And then, yup you guessed it, I waited. Aaaaaand then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lift doors open-&lt;br /&gt;'Eh? Genevieve!!! What are you doing here? Has your mother given birth yet?'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, hi gu diong, gu ma. Erm no. Daddy is inside. And he hasn't contacted me errr... ever since 7 o'clock.'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, we just came to see -your cousin- (who's a doctor), and we just decided to drop by to see how things are going. Your father said the baby will be out by 8.'&lt;br /&gt;'Yup. Have you all eaten?'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yes yes yes we've eaten. Have you?'&lt;br /&gt;'No, but I have no money...'&lt;br /&gt;'No it's okay WE'LL GIVE YOU MONEY LAH!'&lt;br /&gt;-hands over 10bucks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that they left and I went to Delifrance on the ground level for dinner. Just as I was about to finish my meal, I received an sms from my dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Luke is out.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my meal and rushed upstairs immediately. OH MY GOSH. I got to carry little Luke 30minutes after he was born!!! xD He's just the sweetest thing EVER. He has a headful of slick, black hair. And he's one lucky baby 'cause he was born with a really nice hairstyle. And he has a pretty high nose. And the cutest lips. And the cutest, sweetest, tiny baby eyes I've ever seen!!! Well actually he can't open his eyes properly yet. They seem stuck together with glue. But he's tried a few times to open his eyes, and he looks adorable. Oh and he's all red and rosy. Sigh. I'm deeply in love. With my shuai di di!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, which is the 28th, Shi Hui, Qu Li and Bird came to the hospital to see Lukey! GOSH. Everyone got to carry him. And we're so good with babies I tell you! He never once cried. We were so protective and loving yeah? Haha. And they decided to be his Godsisters. (: LUKEY BABY! YOU SEE THAT! You're not even one day old and you've got 3 Godsisters!!! I LOVE LUKE!!! (: I LOVE MY MUM AND DAD FOR GIVING ME THIS SPECIAL BDAY PRESENT!!! (((: Haha. But he's not just my family's. He's EVERYBODY'S. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah. No pics. The camera isn't with me. Ask Bird for pics! Hehehe (: K, that's enough! I'm... Sian. I shall go and do something else. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115678107189165676?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115678107189165676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115678107189165676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115678107189165676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115678107189165676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/08/bday-post.html' title='bday post'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115597066284084053</id><published>2006-08-19T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T14:57:42.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><content type='html'>i am so frickin' depressed cos i have no phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwww life and all my wrong decisions. if only i weren't so. WRONG. if only i hadn't made all those wrong decisions in my life. if only i were a good girl. a saint. like genevieve the french sainte(?). yeah, did you know that there's a french saint with my name? her statue is in the louvre or some other french museum. and she ROCKS. she left behind a legacy for everyone to admire. WHY?! cos she was a saint. she was just such a good person. and im so ashamed to say that i dont know what she did in her life, but she was obviously very kind and generous and made a lot of sacrifices for others or sth. otherwise why would her statue be standing in such a prestigious museum 300 years after her death?! IF. ONLY. ALL GENEVIEVES WERE LIKE HER. :( f**k la. wait. why is f**k vulgar? i could be saying fcuk, which isn't vulgar. so, f*ck then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm being emo, but i liiiiike aiiiit. shit la im so retarded. ASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115597066284084053?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115597066284084053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115597066284084053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115597066284084053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115597066284084053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/08/depressed.html' title='depressed'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115496920067625582</id><published>2006-08-08T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:46:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sucha...</title><content type='html'>FREAK. i am such a loser. i can't stand it. i wanna die, school is like tearing me apart. logtest was like a duplicate of the prev math test and i forgot what the previous test was about but like eeeah, you get the drift. just scraped 80% again. -shrugs- heaven forbid that the same doesn't happen for geog test! x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that easy for me to shruggiiirroffr! i dunno what im doing slacking now, it seriously isn't benefiting me in any way except perhaps to help me, i dunno, relax?! shit i feel so emo that i wanna tear my hair out. oh guess what. i'm having a breakout too. a group of unidentified pinkish-reddish objects with yellow centres have made my chin and cheeks their home. let's hope it's their temporary home, alright. eurgh. i am a retarded shit. maybe i shall start naming my pimples. hmmm. i shall call the 2 on my right cheek 'little mary' and 'little janet' respectively. hopefully this means that they will remain as little and mild-mannered as girls, or in other words, let's hope that they are true to their names. :) whatever :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the zits on my chin shall be called.. ummm... 'mount everest'. due to their sheer size. and the extent of their ugliness. phooey, if ugliness could kill, then the computer screen would have exploded by now. shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, nday celebs are tmrw! =D wanna watch my jaycelyn dance. woohoo! lubbxcha jayce! :D SHRUGS. i feel so stoned. hehehe. i miss somebody! and that person is...... EUUUUUX L0RX! :3 -shrugs- oh yah! my baby bro is due during the sept hols! at least i've sth to look forward to i suppose. like eeeeah! -GRINS- im actually kinda excited abourrrrit. but then schoolwork is really erasing my happiness away! sobs. ahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115496920067625582?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115496920067625582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115496920067625582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115496920067625582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115496920067625582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-sucha.html' title='i am sucha...'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115419002698317130</id><published>2006-07-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:20:27.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more pics</title><content type='html'>ive decided to post photos. some are from quite long ago xD but the oldest is from 2 mths ago only la! dots! :) I LIKE 'A PUBLIC AFFAIR' by jessica simpson! im gonna mass-send it. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from about 2 months ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1232.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear it was already like that when i took the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1225.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we caught ben&amp;jerry's shuai guy on camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1226.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he realised what we were doing, hence the sudden movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1227.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last shot before he scurried off xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from earlier this month,&lt;br /&gt;1) my cousin terry's 2nd birthday! (: muaaaack, little BEEBEE! i love you and all your absurd cuteness and hakka-sounding baby talk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1239.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father and son. cute :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1243.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma, me, mama, uncle, and cousin :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from swim meet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yijie and kok on the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1257.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuwen and i! yuwen i love you okay i swear :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before derek's party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1268.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird tries to be paul twohill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1269.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she fails miserably, but succeeds at being spastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a few days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1274.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum and dad! my mum has been getting chioer during her pregnancy :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/1600/IMGP1272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5928/833/320/IMGP1272.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog getting friendly with the neighbour's dog. hope they arent gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah guess what. the dog in the cartoon 'magdelene' is named genevieve! -LARGE GRIN!- quotes my sis who quotes magdelene&amp;friends: "we LAH-ve our bread, we LAH-ve our buttah, but most of all, we LAH-ve each othah!" aw so sweet right. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k byebye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115419002698317130?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115419002698317130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115419002698317130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115419002698317130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115419002698317130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-pics.html' title='more pics'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115408807582486609</id><published>2006-07-28T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:01:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er</title><content type='html'>hahahah yuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkks! one of my siblings changed the wallpaper of the comp to AN AEDES MOSQUITO!! so random xD but YUCKS IT'S SO DISGUSTING. i mean since they're related to me you'd expect them to have better taste right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very stressed cuz i think that my gpa's gonna drop. i haven't been performing lately. i need to excel i need to excel otherwise my gpa's gonna drop!! AH I NEED TO EXCEL! k i am being retarded cos obviously complaining 'bourrit won't help. :X sigh, i am so stupid and useless. omg can i stop being so emo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, i dunno what to say la! farewell today was pretty okay, it was short and sweet but the laoshis really gave it to us aft farewell due to our inefficiency. actually i think the farewell turned out fine what, it showed that we can improvise! dunno what they were so pissed abour la. eh i desperately need to focus more. ive been going to too many concerts and such lately. all that precious time could have been spent mugging or sth! aha yeah wth as if :p okay i bye bye now la, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115408807582486609?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115408807582486609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115408807582486609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115408807582486609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115408807582486609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/07/er.html' title='er'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115393074354547051</id><published>2006-07-27T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:19:03.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed</title><content type='html'>i am frickin' stressed. so stressed. so very stressed. so incredibly, extremely, exaggeratedly stressed. no, im really stressed, really. actually so is everyone, so yeah that's how stressed everyone is. -SIGHS A HUMONGOUS SIGH THAT RESEMBLES A YAWN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just discussing with a friend today about some stuff. and it made me realise how far some people go just to be the centre of attention. and if someone's always trying to gain the attention of people, she can in turn hurt others. so... sigh i dunno what to think la, shrugs. shan't think abourrrritr anymore, though it actually affects me directly. :/ how? sigh la, fruggit. ive got other things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math math math math math!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worry if i'm gonna get enough sleep tonight. shrugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115393074354547051?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115393074354547051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115393074354547051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115393074354547051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115393074354547051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/07/stressed.html' title='stressed'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115363548213564450</id><published>2006-07-23T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T14:18:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happening</title><content type='html'>er, these past few days have been rather happening, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay on thursday i was feeling really tired and klutzy during art, so i cleverly cut myself with a sculpturing tool. it was an accident la! ): -nurses poor aching finger- hahaha no it's not that bad la, i was just so freaked out at my lack-a-daisical (sp?)actions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then friday was rhd. aiya i tell you im so sad we didnt get in for nday dance! -fumes- but it's okay cuz we're gonna win everything next year mans! anyway i went to sch in pe shirt and culottes :) and uhm rhd was okay la, i found it pretty slack. cuz a lot of people in my class didnt wear ethnic costumes so the atmosphere was pretty dull and nonchalant or sth. ohoh i think the best part was the concert! i think 408 was excellent. and 301 and 305 were really good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after rhd celebrations we went for lunch with 206ers! then after that kok, yuwen, yijie, bird and i went shopping for accessories. and i spent a grand total of $25 on a dangly necklace thingo and dangling chandelier beyonce earrings! i was broke broke broke, so i had to exchange my old valuable $20 note with kok for 2 $10s and 10cents haha. dammit la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress up at yuwen's hse was fun! everyone was chio-ded with all our mascara and whatnot! but i swear i looked overdressed. pfft. then BoB. it was... okay la. acsbr were the only good ones. in fact they rocked! okay ive gotta say that acsinternational and tkg werent bad either cos they had good singers. acsi was overrated. i mean yeah they wrote their own songs but to me, the songs sucked and totally didnt wow the crowd except for die-hard homeground supporters i guess. :p sorry la just my opinion. and crescentgirls was, well. no comment. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat was a suay day! firstly i was 20min late for cpr course. for which i didnt even have to attend?! crap. but it was kinda fun. haha. then after that was lunch with the 304 people. some kid vomited on the seat next to our table. :/ then watched pirates of the caribbean with loo-ze?! it was good at the beginning, but it became really lame and draggy in the middle. the longlong movie resulted in me being 30min late for tennis. oh and you know right, i didnt have enough money to top up my ezlink card! i had like 4+bucks!! thanks loo-ze for lending me 2bucks though! :) then when i wanted to buy standard ticket, also cannot! cos the machine only accepts $2.30 in coins!??! wth! then when i went to the info counter, some crazy old hag cut my queue and said 'this is an emergency' and she started blabbering about a toilet leakage. WASTE MY FRICKIN TIME! i felt like slapping her and saying 'mine is a bigger emergency you f*cking pig!' hah then in the end the nice lady at the counter helped me sort out my prob, i dunno what she did but when i tapped my card at kallang it read '$-0.80' on my ezlink. o0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's abourrit! gotta mug logs now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115363548213564450?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115363548213564450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115363548213564450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115363548213564450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115363548213564450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/07/happening.html' title='happening'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115315393853969351</id><published>2006-07-18T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:32:18.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ergh</title><content type='html'>YUCKS i f*cking hate you!!! you fake, scheming, lying, desperate hypocrite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super pissed off now. i dont care already. i finally did what i should have done a long time ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pats self on back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we got back math today! it was quite crap cos it was all careless mistakes. except for one 3-mark qn for which i suffered a mental block whilst doing. so yeah, i got 80% but i should have got higher. oh well. DO I LOOK LIKE I CAN DO ANYTHING ABOURRRIT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are sooooo hot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i really dont wanna let my class down for the nday dance man. i mean im seriously not the dancing kind but obviously i will try my bestr?! just dong nor if im good enough. i cant even remember the steps properly. wonder how those dancers do rit. hmm ok very late alr i go sleeprrrrrrr (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115315393853969351?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115315393853969351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115315393853969351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115315393853969351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115315393853969351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/07/ergh_18.html' title='ergh'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115272166624446558</id><published>2006-07-13T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:27:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ergh</title><content type='html'>to jer: ERRRRRGH. ERGH?!!? CISSE DIDNT PLAY?! no wonder the french team seemed a bit incompete. aiya wth la, wc sucks okay? wc is so screwed that brazil didnt even get past the QF, but that's history. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my eyesight suddenly deteriorated a lot, cuz despite wearing specs, the screen seems blurry. actually i think it's because my eyelids are drooping too low x.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was swim meet! raffles is like damn pro can, we won everything except B Div boys i think. so it was quite a joyous event. and B Div boys were 2nd anyway hahaha. saw a lot of interesting people there. made some interesting observations. tsktsk?! haha :p took some interesting photos, but i shant post them up here to protect the 'face' of my friends. but it's really damn funny xDDDD! hmm going to swim meet with 206ers made me miss 206 quite a lot! argh :/ yay 20605 rocks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking about what if my sis goes to rgs. and im sec 4 and she's sec1. i wonder how that would turn out?! i guess only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheheh im stressed. very stressed. i know i got below expectations for the math test. and i'm freaking scared for bio. im scared about how my grades will turn out by year end, basically. will i reach the top of the ladder, 3.7 and beyond? or will the gravitational strength of stress pull me all the way to the bottom, say 3.2? or will i stay put as a mediocre being, stuck at the middle of the ladder, neither improving nor deteriorating??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts are driving me crazy. and what am i doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go and do 1 hour of reflections now, so dont blame me if i sleeprr in classr.&lt;br /&gt;btw happy birthday dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115272166624446558?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115272166624446558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115272166624446558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115272166624446558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115272166624446558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/07/ergh_13.html' title='ergh'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115263707980190532</id><published>2006-07-12T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:00:14.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ERGH</title><content type='html'>hoho i think i'm a little screwed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you know today was DAMN FUNNY. GERALDINE YOU ARE SO RETARDED xD must post the pictures of her 'chio' hair here someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe that italy won the wc?! it was supposed to be brazil or france or PODOLSKI OR BECKHAM! ): sorry but i think this year's wc sucked, but im not gonna mourn over it. instead i shall pray that singapore gets into wc 2010, but i rarely pray anyways, SHRUGS ok nvm. so? singapore dont get in then my fault okay? duh (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, actually there's not a lot of hw, none that's particularly difficult anyway, but i havent started on chinese pt. nvm i shall dig out some easy but nice book to read this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DAMN TIRED NOW... -eyelids droop dangerously- but i'm receiving songs that are taking damn long to transfer. stewpid la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i dont wanna fall asleep during physics man. or any lessons for that matter, but physics! D: sucks. must pay attention la otherwise got trouble or sth i bet. shit it's damn late i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL! ((((((: it's hard to believe, that i couldnt see, you were always there beside me :D THIS FEELING'S LIKE NO OTHER, I WANT YOU TO KNOW?!!? ive never had someone as good for me as you, no one like euuuu! so lonely before, i finally found... what i've been looking for! doo doo doo doo, doodoododododo, WOA OH OH O-OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also like the start of something new, and erm all of them la! Zac Efron has a nice voice, and he's hot. HSM rocks xD YAYYYYYY i'm feeling better about being awake at this hour alrdy, how spastic i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i really need to sleep YAWNSHRUGSHALALALAWAHAHAHAOKNVM bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115263707980190532?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115263707980190532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115263707980190532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115263707980190532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115263707980190532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/07/ergh.html' title='ERGH'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115246384774643478</id><published>2006-07-10T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:50:47.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many things</title><content type='html'>so many many things to do, so little time! D: PEEETEEEEE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so special leh. the finals of wimbledon and the finals of the wc occur just 3 hours apart. cant they like spread it out a bit? hahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;federer is the wimbledon champ for the 4th time in a row. he got better-looking each year i think, cuz he's really handsome now. SHRUGS. but he seems skinny... if only federer had nadal's bod!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope france wins the wc :) italy has left no impression on me whatsoever. i get the feeling that they are just a very strong, bonded team, and everyone on the team has equal abilities. nobody is exceptional. and that's good, but i guess it's boring? whereas on the french team, there's henry my favourite, zidane the highest-paid footballer in the world at one point, ribery the cool short fella, and a few people i remember like veira and abidal and uh actually that's all. and cisse! haha. GO FRANCE!! DO THE MONA LISA PROUD (: i think i would love to be born french, they've got such a rich history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm finally on the right track. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115246384774643478?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115246384774643478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115246384774643478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115246384774643478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115246384774643478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-many-things.html' title='so many things'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115201502711593170</id><published>2006-07-04T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:10:27.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoot</title><content type='html'>EEAH EEEEEEAH MATH IS OVER!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;i feel so... light! whole weekend of mugging. i dunno whether it paid off, i made 2 careless mistakes and i bet i got a lot wrong la. frugs la. FRUGSRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just reading SOMEONE'S blog and i feel so disturbed and traumatised. i was actually quite curious as to what she had to say about *** but she made my stomach turn over man. it was so freaking gross and traumatising. i can't believe it, I FEEL LIKE PUKING NOW! -face turns green- okay i feel really bad, i just intro-ed the blog to a few people and i don't think it's that amusing anymore, because seriously how can someone be so WHATEVER. EURGH. i wanna puke. i'm serious. :X it's like, ever since the hols, i have been sort of sick. and now i read this kind of SICK THING, &amp; it worsens my condition gerrrit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit i shall stop thinking abourrrrit now. -pukes- im not kidding, i feel DAMN uncomfortable. oh and i'm listening to tong hua (= pukes. my sister is pissed at me for not letting her use the com. like hello i just came home from a stressing day at school and you come and fa pi qi at me just because you were slacking when you could have used the computer earlier. like wth? what's the world coming to?! she should be studying harder for psle. D: she plays too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm off to watch wimbledon maybe got chiobu and shuai ge playing. bye :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115201502711593170?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115201502711593170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115201502711593170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115201502711593170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115201502711593170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/07/whoot.html' title='whoot'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115169115129321545</id><published>2006-07-01T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T02:12:31.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>yay! blogger oh HELLO LONG TIME NO SEE! :D let me blog about the happenings so far (or at least those that i can rmbr) in this first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: THE DAY THAT MY COM CRASHED. and the first day of school. hmm it was pretty okay, not too much hw but it was on that day that the realisation that term 3 was gonna be hell sank in deeply. no, more like the realisation forced itself into my conscious mind and left me permanently scarred or in other words, a nervous wreck!!! okay that totally doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: already missing the computer (damn you runescape.) got back math pt and i really screwed it up. then after school i got back my worse-than-expected chem eoi results. k for math my grade thankfully didnt change, but -takes a deep breath- i missed 80% by one mark for chem. and ah ****rrrr refused to give me that half mark that would make all the difference. x) if i get too emotional i will start feeling depressed so i shan't dwell on it and all i can say is, i'm really disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed: i think we got back english on wed. stupid me decided to throw away the 2 marks that would have given me a 4.0 overall. damn la, i lost 2 4.0s already. so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs: i think i started feeling kinda more stressed on this day. i dont know la. OHH yeah painting shit. we've got another month to improve on our paintings. were they really that bad.... eh i dont care lor, i hate painting, im just gonna put all my effort into sculpturing. it's more fun xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri: mrs newby left for the uk! some 304 and 305 ppl went there to send her off and give her prezzies. WE MET MR NEWBY AND I THINK THEY ARE SO ALIKE. both extremely well-educated and witty and NICE. I DIDN'T KNOW MRS NEWBY LOVED US SO MUCH. ahhhh i'm gonna miss her so much. -runs off to a corner and sobs- she makes me proud to be a geogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once a geogger, always a geogger. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115169115129321545?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115169115129321545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115169115129321545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115169115129321545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115169115129321545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115061430332658834</id><published>2006-06-18T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:05:03.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>hi (: i decided to delete the 'someone has a shitface' entry cause it's a huge eyesore and everytime i look arrrrit? i get a bloody headache so LIKE THAT LORX. anyway this entry shall be quick as it's probably the last time im using the comp prior to the unassembling of computer parts and the shift. :/ i have a feeling my MP3's acting up again, somehow it's charging but then it WON'T STOP CHARGING. so im not sure if i can listen leh. bloody hell i think im gonna exchange it for an iPod. &gt;=( or some creative thingo that lets you use AA batts or sth? -puzzled- whatever hahaha, SHRUGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole upper body's aching now and there's a bruise on my left elbow :C so UGLIE A BRUISE. it's like the size of a 50c coin wth?? all due to my over-enthusiasm ytd during tennis. when i lunged forward to kill a short ball, my overly-energized arm whacked the racquet straight into my left elbow, which squeaked "OUCH? ASSHOLE?!? WATCH WHERE YOU'RE HITTING CAN?! CCBKNN-whateversh*t" umm sollysolly ah-Bow, next time i shall play safe :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world cup is taking the globe by storm! eh somehow i feel that this year's worldcup isn't as nice as 2002's leh. perhaps it's because that year i was so fricking carefree that... i dunno. WHY UH, THIS YEAR NOT AS EXCITING. is it because i watched half of the 2002 world cup while i was in australia? &gt;=( maybe. that's so sad! this year's world cup has no reason to be not as exciting as 4 years ago! walao i don't care lor. maybe it's 'cause in 2002 i had too much free time on my hands. this year im either chionging and feeling bad about it, or procrastinating and feeling bad about it. either way i feel bad, but WC makes me feel good, hence good + bad = neutral, which explains why i feel so neutral when i watch the world cup. yeah makes sense i guess :D btw, I SUPPORT ALL THE AFRICAN AND ASIAN COUNTRIES IN THE WC ;] and of course, ARGENTINA! im sick of brazil alrdy haha, SHRUGS, OKAY NVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k my ah-Bow is nagging at me to pay more attention to it, and my veiny hands are nagging at me to take them for a manicure so that they won't look so manly &amp; so that next time i can wear wedding ring... and my legs are begging me to go for a run so that they can become the source of envy for all the fat legs in singapore... and my skin is nagging at me to go tanning in sentosa so that i won't look so chinese... and my hair is the most irritating one man, keeps nagging nonstop for a haircut and keeps TICKLING MY NOSE. oh and my eyes, seeing everyone being so annoying, decided to be annoying too and is asking me to go for Lasik... DAMMIT... im gonna be freaking busy, not to mention i gotta PAINT THAT INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT HORRORS OF HORRIBLE STILL LIFE THINGO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor ah-Bow... love you most la :3 the rest of my bodaye can go eat shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahaha okay nvm. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115061430332658834?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115061430332658834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115061430332658834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115061430332658834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115061430332658834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/06/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-115031372790422652</id><published>2006-06-15T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T03:37:55.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="position: relative;overflow: hidden;width: 236px;height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.personaldna.com/images/dna_lef.gif' style='position:absolute;top:0;left:0'&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Confidence" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 18px;top:0px;height:30px;width:7px;background-color:#9e1010"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Openness" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 25px;top:0px;height:30px;width:18px;background-color:#14c96f"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Extroversion" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 43px;top:0px;height:30px;width:24px;background-color:#e617e6"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Empathy" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 67px;top:0px;height:30px;width:18px;background-color:#c9146f"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Trust" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 85px;top:0px;height:30px;width:7px;background-color:#10109c"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Agency" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 92px;top:0px;height:30px;width:18px;background-color:#14c914"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Masculinity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 110px;top:0px;height:30px;width:7px;background-color:#10579e"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Femininity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 117px;top:0px;height:30px;width:7px;background-color:#9e9e10"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Spontenaiety" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 124px;top:0px;height:30px;width:14px;background-color:#13baba"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Attention to Style" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 138px;top:0px;height:30px;width:7px;background-color:#757575"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Authoritarianism" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 145px;top:0px;height:30px;width:30px;background-color:#8b19fc"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very Earthy" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 175px;top:0px;height:30px;width:24px;background-color:#99540f"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title="  Aesthetic" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 199px;top:0px;height:30px;width:21px;background-color:#76d615"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.personaldna.com/images/dna_rig.gif' style='position:absolute;top:0;left:218px;'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position:relative; text-align:center; width:236px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com"&gt;Attentive Designer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've decided to forgive &amp; forget, as hard as it is.&lt;br /&gt;but you can't blame me for the hatred and insults cuz you're 90% at fault.&lt;br /&gt;you should've known how dependent i was on you...&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you've learned your lesson, cuz i've definitely learned mine.&lt;br /&gt;i still miss you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i need to start mugging again :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-115031372790422652?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/115031372790422652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=115031372790422652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115031372790422652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/115031372790422652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114942105944284913</id><published>2006-06-04T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T05:10:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>photoblogging! haha cause im bored.&lt;br /&gt;im moving to tanah merah! ): moving is quite fun leh. my dad rented some van then we went to and fro from my hse in kembangan/bedok to the rental hse in tanah merah. we moved ALOOOOOT of furniture in like, 4 trips? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my room's a mess. there's truckloads of junk.&lt;br /&gt;well there has always been truckloads of junk, but now they arent happily hidden away behind cupboard doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behold, the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/3889/nz051546xf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chio anot.&lt;br /&gt;need closeups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/3482/nz051559gn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img45.imageshack.us/img45/6452/nz051576ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH WTH WTH WTH WTH!!! D: i hate disorganisation. actually im quite disorganised la, but i can only tahan a certain extent. sharapova's playing now! omg she's damn hot. okay sorry im digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, guess what i found in the midst of the junkyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img273.imageshack.us/img273/8320/nz051586eg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha a letter for MEEEE?? MOIIIX? MUAAAAX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/363/nz051563wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh open leh. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img358.imageshack.us/img358/2971/nz051595ie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THERE'S LIKE .....SOMETHING INSIDE. -chews on bubblegum nails-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img417.imageshack.us/img417/6897/nz051605qb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chews harder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img349.imageshack.us/img349/1882/nz051610dx.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's just a birthday card. -shrugggs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img349.imageshack.us/img349/7550/nz051621xv.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha can you read it?! it's damn mushyyyy. okay close ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img349.imageshack.us/img349/4731/nz051638bt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww so sweet nehx! i forgot how funny my sis can be, since she's always having mood swings when im around. ): i think my sis was going through a phase whereby she was crazy about me. now she's going through a phase whereby i am like, her worst enemy. sigh, kids these days... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/6655/nz051659vp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r.i.p., sweet birthday memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i got a new Mp3 player?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img450.imageshack.us/img450/7827/nz051663mh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it's chio! :DD haha wanted to get iPOD, but then despite the whopping 60GB iPOD being the most expensive item on the shelf, the saleslady still recommended the samsung YP-Z5. then i was like, HUH got something better than iPOD meh. so she let us listen to both the iPOD &amp; samsung to compare the sound quality. samsung's sound quality was IRRESISTABLE. it was almost half the price of the 60GB iPOD pls. and it's 4GB, which equates to about 1000 songs. haha that's more than enough for me la. :D -coughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img487.imageshack.us/img487/3802/nz051679fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant photoblog without adding my face there right. haha actually can la, but not as fun. byee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: there's a new ZAI chiobu on the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rolandgarros.com/images/pics/large/b_v_vaidisova_20060531_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole vaidisova. OMGOSH doesnt she look exactly like sharapova?! compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tennisrulz.com/players/sharapova/gallery03/227.jpg" height=410 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what, since vaidisova beat mauresmo, im starting to find her chioer than sharapova. okay i know no one can be hotter than sharapova, but this girl is really damn talented. she served with grace, speed and near 100% accuracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i crush her la. SIGH i feel so pitiful now. wanna be her! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114942105944284913?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114942105944284913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114942105944284913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114942105944284913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114942105944284913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/06/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114892271919968434</id><published>2006-05-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:32:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo</title><content type='html'>I BELIEVE THAT I AM BECOMING A COUCH POTATO. jaycelyn how does ss say it agn? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's amazing how i've changed in a matter of days. once the doors of the june holidays flung open, i ran to the nearest couch in the room and feel asleep. literally. today i was like happily napping on my parent's mattress. xD all the beds in my hse are GONE. cause im MOVING. haha i shd be staying in the rental house by end of june. although the buyers want end may. my mum was like, if they really want then they pay more la. LOL. so end june it is! saddd. this is the only home i've known man. and and my darling hamster is buried across the road. how am i gonna visit him now?? ): i miss my baby hamster.. though ive forgotten his name, the thought of him still makes me smile. poor old hamster, who's gonna visit you now. ))): haha im like totally digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was a totally wasted day. i couldnt even bear to glance at my hw. i found amusement in my brother's xbox. his cutecute friend came over to play! i crush his friend la, damn cute. at first i thought his friend was my P3 sister, cause they both sound THE SAME. but then i took a second look and i was like EHH?! HOW DID SHE TURN INTO A BOY. anyway Fifa Street and Top Spin are damn cool, in the sense that you can create yr own characters, and alter their faces and figures and everything. CHAO ENTERTAINING CAN. i made one damn ugleeee guy and one damn shuai guy. xD hahahaha anywayyy i keep thinking there's a lot to do, but you know, im a procrastinator at heart. I SHOULDNT BE I HAVE CHANGED ARGH ARGH ARGH. yeah okay. i shall start on my work, SOON. i promise. i swear. i swear on my life that i'll work. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about a stewpid weekend? saturday was busy... the moving van came in and we helped to stack box after box of books and toys and whatnot. and we helped to dismantle the beds. haha moving can be fun! then we had tennis. im becoming damn unfit lor?! eat shit la. we played matches. when i was king, they kept rallying with me until i almost died of fatigue -.- then when alisa was king, i couldnt serve properly and i practically doubled throughout all 4 points. asssssss. hiromi, i am encouraging okay?! cause i always say "wah nice" whenever someone hits a good shot. then hiromi went to mock me by saying "wahnotnice" everytime i play. go eat shit la girl. xD whoot then i aced the coach! :p argh my racquet badly needs new strings ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was fun, but it ended damn late. went to discuss bio pt with shihui. she made me walk from the mrt to wisma to taka then back to wisma then we walked all around taka agn! -dies- nvm, goood for the legs girl :DD -shrugshruggs- then we were like um, punctual for myRIad. x) whoa i tell you, our 10buck seats were damn high up AHHHHH x( im scared of heights!! no wonder i havent been growing much lately. maybe if i overcome my fear of heights then i'll grow! -prays for a miracle- hehh anyway, the MCs were damn lame. they cracked not one, but TWO lame jokes. or were there more? haha i couldnt really be bothered to listen properly -.-" ri voices rocks! i like i like :D i also like riCO! got drums, as in those kindda modern drums la. coolness. ri strings were erm, pretty gd, ri band was all disney-ish and it got kind of boring towards the end, where i slept. what else.. there's riGV! RI ME! hahaha jaycelyn we are lame. gv is from rg, thank you very very very very much. GERI IS DAMN MEAN! because about halfway through the performance, i realised that i was no longer wearing my slippers. so i starting feeling arnd under my seat with my foot. then i realised...&lt;br /&gt;OMG I ONLY HAVE ONE SLIPPER SHIT SHIT&lt;br /&gt;-starts panicking!-&lt;br /&gt;-looks to geri on my right- "jaycelyn is my slipper under your seat?"&lt;br /&gt;-geri checks under her seat- "no, maybe shihui took it"&lt;br /&gt;-looks to shihui on my left- "argh did you take my slipper??"&lt;br /&gt;-shihui checks- "no, what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh shit maybe it dropped into the gap in the ground in front of me"&lt;br /&gt;-panics more and starts getting pissed-&lt;br /&gt;finally, geri started giggling and told me that the slipper was like, with wanxiu's cousin, who was seated about 5 or 6 seats away from me.&lt;br /&gt;me: "HUH JAYCELYN HOW DID MY SLIPPER GET THERE?"&lt;br /&gt;-geri smiles and gestures to the people on our right- "pass.."&lt;br /&gt;WAH JAYCELYN GO EAT SHIT GO EAT SHIT. ):&lt;br /&gt;me: "later you want me to hop home arh!"&lt;br /&gt;geri: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;later during the interval they finally passed my slipper back. dont you know that i feel very bu shuang without both my slippers!! jaycelyn so mean. still go and frame shihui. MEAN GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;me: "jaycelyn why did you do that?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;geri: -in between fits of laughter- "CAUSE I LOVE YOU!!"&lt;br /&gt;haha jaycelyn i love you too la stupid. but still, i would appreciate it if you go eat shit ((: haha after myRIad, went home then my family and i had MOVIE NIGHT! my dad and i watched the da vinci code, while my mum and 3 sibs went to watch xmen3. SHEESH. da vinci is not nice lor. haha sorry, but it was just not up to expectations. and tomhanks was uhhh... -.-" far from eyecandy. he was actually freaking ugly. his hair was so weird! sheesh shoulda watched xmen. NEVER MIND! my first nc16 movie haha (: i actually find silas quite hot. and the girl was so chio compared to tomhanks pls ): the movie ended at like 11.45 or something. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, fell onto my bed and slept like kingkong. see what i mean when i say im becoming unfit?! -yawwwwwwwns-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM i took this from tammy's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss someone right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont watch TV these days&lt;br /&gt;I love olives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I own a lot of books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to play video games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm smart XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid at times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost and scar-free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk fast&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past&lt;br /&gt;I like the way I look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've lied to a good friend in the last 6 months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hidden talent&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I've had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy window shopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop than eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hate anyone, I dislike them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently like someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before&lt;br /&gt;I have called cops on a friend before&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allergic to anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 yrs older or younger&lt;br /&gt;I'm online 24/7, even as an away message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol/drugs before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy some country music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would die for my best (and great) friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex&lt;br /&gt;I like surveys&lt;br /&gt;I am happy at this moment&lt;br /&gt;I am obssessed with guys&lt;br /&gt;I am punk rockish&lt;br /&gt;I am preppy&lt;br /&gt;I go for older guys/girls, not younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I study for tests most of the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie showlaces differently from anyone I've met&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114892271919968434?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114892271919968434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114892271919968434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114892271919968434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114892271919968434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/05/yo.html' title='yo'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114855739959467404</id><published>2006-05-25T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:12:53.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee</title><content type='html'>i shouldnt be blogging. cause if i blog too regularly it's so not cool. but anyway, i just want to blog to say that YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHS!!! EOIS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER! JUNE HOLS ARE AROUND THE CORNER! :D i think i am happy! i dont know! i think i screwed chem! I DONT CARE! got 95% for geog and art!!!! FREAAKKS. FIRST TIME EVER IN MY 2.5 YEARS IN RGS THAT I EVER GOT ABOVE 90. xD my gpa is 3.52 significantly lower than term 1's 3.66. bloodyshit! my tablemate qianwen argh! 3.64?!?!?! bullshit you! stewpid annoying girl?:D HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in a holiday mood! that's bad!! cause i gotta do math ass, 2 chinese zuowen, art, erm and sth else. plus, bio and chinese peetees are due next term, so yeah. SCREWEDDUP STILL! and although i found chem pretty okay, chances of me screwing up are as usual damn high, SO OKAY DIE THEN DIE LOR? american idol tonight!! MCPHEE CHIOBU! hah but. mmmmmmm never mind. haha anyway LU LAO SHI IS DAMN FUNNY?! HE LET US WATCH XIAO HAI BU BEN 2 TODAY. AND HE SAID "OH MY GOD"! OHMYGOD!!! HE'S SO CUTE XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it's hard for me to lose &lt;br /&gt;In my life I've found only time will tell &lt;br /&gt;And I will figure out that we can, baby &lt;br /&gt;We can do a one night stand, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard for me to lose in my life &lt;br /&gt;I've found outside your skin right near the fire &lt;br /&gt;That we can, baby &lt;br /&gt;We can change and feel alright &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im probably not gonna touch any hw tonight. yes it's the wrong attitude. but im tired of being competitive. for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: forgot to mention. joan chan has passed on. sigh i am really sad. i keep asking myself why she's so unfortunate. OH MAN. ))): WHYWHYWHY DIDNT GOD GIVE HER A MIRACLE. im not religious but i believe she deserved a miracle. she deserved a miracle 1000000000000000000000X more than i deserve good grades this semester. i suppose she's meant to be an inspiration to the world, and mind you she IS. BUT WHY HER?! rgs, then rjc, and a very promising future ahead. it's the path all rg girls are headed. it scares me, to know that cancer can strike anyone, at anytime. and death. it's so final and permanent. i hate changes, especially permanent ones. shit, why her? is it really that great to be an inspiration to the world?? is it really worth all that pain and suffering? she was so strong. but so unfortunate. dammit. why her, oh god, why her??? dammitdammitdammit. and here i am complaining about life all the time. bloody hell i feel like a spoilt asshole. im taking life for granted. and YOU. you person-who-takes-life-for-granted. take a moment to reflect upon what joan has been put through. feel the sadness, feel the pain. a little pain is good... it helps you understand a fraction of what many people on this planet go through every day. count yourselves lucky. thank you joan. bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114855739959467404?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114855739959467404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114855739959467404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114855739959467404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114855739959467404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/05/whee.html' title='whee'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114839991085546279</id><published>2006-05-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:58:30.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suck</title><content type='html'>today was a sucky day. basically there was no good news. i barely scraped a pass for chinese. like, literally 50 on the dot. overall. ha i need tuition badly. imagine if my chinese were like... 3.2? how cool would that be? nothing to drag my GPA down! SS was disappointing. i got the same mark as term 1. so SS is a 3.6.. sigh. okay sorry but SERIOUSLY SIGH LA. looks like i gotta wave goodbye to a 3.6 overall. really it's gone. english test was rather sucky as well. i only had 10 mins to check. and i spent 9 of those minutes napping. xD speaking of napping! formteacher wonders if i can cope in class. like WTH?! sleep in class means cannot cope?! sorry, but i only sleep when i know that, through experience, there is no use in listening during that particular lesson. i know through experience. means i've tried paying attention before. tried and tested and totally failed. =D so no choice, resort to mugging late into the night. GERRRRIT??? please look at the broader picture: I AINT FLUNKING MY SUBJECTS LIKE I WAS LAST YEAR. im actually doing fairly well. and last year the teachers didnt give a heck. why is THISYEAR so troublesome and meddlesome. please, please, please, give me a break. i have my own way of handling school and it's working, so get off my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till hols. grrr just one bloody chem EOI left. how awesomely annoying. im verysupermighty annoyed ok. ...GRR! why must our exams extend over 3 weeks! it's nuts. im very irritated with life... sick, tired, ANNOYED! hah but -SHRUGGGZ- WAHAHAHAHAX -winks at jaycelyn and queen cockroach- it's okay! everything will be alright one day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im mugging like a madwoman tonight. just blogging to take a 30min break HAHAHA. eating chocolates (: i feel quite weak and sickly leh. i was looking in the mirror just now (-pouts and takes a kEwLx piic-) and realised how thin and haggard i seem. i emphasize on SEEM. cuz there's no way i can be thin. yeah but tonight i happen to look like an ano person... my neck is like, long and it just looks damn thin, urgh. i look scrawny. so i decided to eat belgian chocs. =D but i still feel weak and feverish. hopefully tmrw dont have to go to school. then can stay home and mug..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw... cant believe someone sabo-ed us leh. whole situation is, simply put, weird. hope the person knows that doing this won't help anything. it just aggravates the situation. seriously, i dunno who should be changing, but i aint sacrificing anything for anyone. it wasn't on the job description when i decided to be a student. -rolls eyes- yeah you can like, ask me if you wanna know what this is about. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must excel! must excel! must excel! compete! win! win! WIN!&lt;br /&gt;seriously im sick of having this mentality. it's draining me of a life. i need to, soak up the sun?! i need to get a goldenbronze tan or a lobster-red burn, either one will do me good. i need to spend one entire day sunbathing. or sleeping. or playing tennis. or.. watching movies! MOVIE MARATHON! hah. movie marathon under the sun! omg ;P think too farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn feverish. need a break. like, need.a.break.hahlol.lol.haha. =D i keep swivelling my chair around. to and fro. so it's like, blog, chat, mug, blog, chat, mug, and so on. BAD PATTERN! dunno why. im just going crazyyyyy. "SHAKIRA SHAKIRA..." "oh boy, i see your body moving, half animal half man"... WEIRD!! argh, seriously weird. I AM WEIRD LOR. shit im ffreaking out. CANNOT! hahaha waitwait let me try to rmb what else happened today. i knocked out in my mother's car! she drove me to the rental hse cuz my family was there. and i slept in the car w/o aircon. ): but i was too tired to care. i was actually quite comfortable. so anyway, i think the rental hse is quite cramped, but cosy i guess?!?!?? but it's like in TANAH MERAH. sec4 is gonna be deaded. cuz i will be so sick of long mrt rides that one fine day i would jump off the mrt tracks. KIDDING LA im just suuuper stresseddoutt. haha speaking of outt, i am out la okay. sick&amp;tired. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOUU =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114839991085546279?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114839991085546279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114839991085546279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114839991085546279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114839991085546279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/05/suck.html' title='suck'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114795374674872132</id><published>2006-05-18T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:02:26.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>OHH IM ON TONIGHT, MY HIPS DONT LIE AND IM STARTING TO FEEL YOU BABE&lt;br /&gt;COME ON LETS RIDE, REAL SLOW&lt;br /&gt;JAYCELYN LIKE THIS IS PERFECTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does shakira move her lower body like that?! i admire her skills! she rocks. geri raped me today. ): argh she held me down and kissed me all over my face then we starting les-ing like damn hardcore. i guess we were stressed! xDD today was quite crap lor, we got back math and everyone was damn demoralized. and a lot of people cried cause we did quite badly. i couldnt bring myself to cry. i was sad, but i saw it coming as soon as i started on the first qn of that paper. can tell one la. anyway, i've cried myself dry. no tears today. maybe next time. chem SPA tomorrow. hahahhaaaaaaaa MOLES DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YOU KNOW IM ON TONIGHT, MY HIPS DONT LIE AND IM STARTING TO FEEL IT'S RIGHT ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114795374674872132?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114795374674872132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114795374674872132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114795374674872132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114795374674872132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114762625003810597</id><published>2006-05-15T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:10:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stunning</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All I need is you&lt;br /&gt;Come please I'm callin'&lt;br /&gt;And oh I scream for you&lt;br /&gt;Hurry I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's gates won't open up for me&lt;br /&gt;With these broken wings I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is you&lt;br /&gt;These city walls ain't got no love for me&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the ledge of the eighteenth story&lt;br /&gt;And oh I scream for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come please I'm callin'&lt;br /&gt;And all I need from you&lt;br /&gt;Hurry I'm fallin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i never really liked you as a person.&lt;br /&gt;you were just different towards me, due to your incredible desperation.&lt;br /&gt;Desperate.&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's an insult, in your face.&lt;br /&gt;the only apology i can accept is a total character transformation.&lt;br /&gt;so it probably means that i won't be accepting any apologies.&lt;br /&gt;i, for one, am sorry about the way you turned out. i should have changed you. it's not even my job, but i was nice enough to give my everything.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i promised to accept you the way you are. but you weren't you around me.&lt;br /&gt;you are one sad person.&lt;br /&gt;good luck on finding acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;and get a life, while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;im not usually such a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;i made an exception for you.&lt;br /&gt;as i always do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grawh, that felt good. hah today was mostly a load of crap. math was screwed man. i kind of blanked out while doing the first qn. and so i never finished it. but i did the rest. ai im not gonna rant about how screwed it was le cause there's nothing i can do about it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after chinese, which was thankfully better than math, was the english thingy. i gave myself 28/40. i was a bit lenient while marking my summary. &gt;&lt; but all in all, i suppose retest might be a good idea after all. blessing in disguise indeed. x) after that, yen, wanxiu, wenda, valerie, shihui and and and that VERY NICE CHIO GIRL WHO WAS FROM ST NICKS! (sry i forgot her name &gt;&lt;) and i went for lunch at bk. i was mostly bitching to shihui about some people. like doh. i bitch about that person every day. then they decided to go great world city. and the cockroach and i stoned at bk for some time, before deciding to go also. by which time they had left! &gt;&lt; then stewpid cockroach person said great world city's in orchard and i was like huh really ah ok. so we caught the next chartered bus there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we kind of walked around great world city and stoned a lot there. then yen, xiu, wenda, val, and the nicechiogirl decided to leave. so shihui and i went to ben &amp; jerry's to buy icecream. and then we were like looking at all the flavours, and i was deciding between cherry garcia and dublin mudslide. and there was this guy behind the counter looking kinda awkward so he finally asked shihui something like "may i help you?" then shihui immediately turned to me and said "what flavour you want" or something like that. and i didnt really realise why she turned to me la but you see, the reason is that the guy was like damn damn hot?! i didnt realise he was that shuai until she turned around and mumbled "he's damn hot". as in before that i just kind of didnt dare look at him cuz, yeah he had stunning eyes. so while he was scooping icecream i observed that he was actually damn hot. hah shihui didnt dare look at him cause she said she would freak out. so being the brave girl that i am, i bought the icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot. his smile can really melt hearts. oh gosh. though im not the kind of person who would continually swoon over someone, yeah this person's exceptionally hot. and he isnt even angmoh la. i mean how often do you see a so-damn-hot-that-his-smile-melts-your-heart singaporean guy?! thats how ugly singaporeans are. haha i mean in western countries you see them all the time can. for more detailed descriptions of the damn hot guy, please approach the queen of cockroaches, goh shee fwee. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stunning eyes. haha so after that we chartered back to orchard. then after walking around we ended up at lido. movies that i gotta watch: MI3, da vinci code, poseidon, voice, over the hedge. shit. so much to watch, so little time. tsk. xD xian joined us at lido! we were supposed to mug chem. sorry xian baby jaycelyn. i was damn distracted by something i know. sorry darling. i promise to teach you chem... nextime?! whenever youre free! but im not free the whole week ): sigh. cd concert on sat! chem SPA on friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I SHAN'T STRESS MYSELF OUT TOO MUCH! like, totally cannot! that would be a pile of shit la if im stressed every day. which i am. so.... calculated my GPA for term one: 3.66. ((: mugging paid off big time! sadly, that score is bound to drop. term 2 hasnt been as smooth sailing. worse come to worse, my estimated term1+term2 GPA is around 3.4 something. shit. must get at least 3.5 in order to get a nokia 7370. must persevere for chem! argh. haha must not think about stressing subjects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more about my day! xian arrived and we basically craupee-d. craupee-d looks so much better than CRAPPED right?? i mean it sounds so much more sophisticated. pronunciation: CRAW - PEED. as we were going down the escalator in lido, there were these 2 girls behind us with damn heavy american accents. so xian was starting to craupe about but i was like "eh! ting1 ta1 men2 jiang3 hua4" so we listened. and they were LIKE, totally slanging?! but of course, it's their natural accent. but it sounded SO BIMBO. and xian and i were trying to suppress our laughter. cockroach was too blur to listen. ha. so i started imitating them, which was, oh well, mean, but yeah i watch too many cartoo0onzXxSx. sigh then we had to go home already. what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spectacular features. so hot. thanks cockroach and jaycelyn for cheering me up today. thanks everyone. really. i've too many problems &gt;&lt;. i want to see that person again. oh boy i bet he attracts a lot of female customers. he knows he's hot lor. he KNOWS it. that's why he keeps smiling and melting the hearts of schoolgirls. awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what you do when you're flawless. i'd do it too.&lt;br /&gt;just keep smiling :DDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114762625003810597?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114762625003810597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114762625003810597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114762625003810597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114762625003810597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/05/stunning.html' title='stunning'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114744417973084754</id><published>2006-05-12T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:29:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe easy</title><content type='html'>Cruel to the eye&lt;br /&gt;I see the way he makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;Cruel to the eye&lt;br /&gt;Watching him hold what used to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I lie?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I wonder where to fly&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, oh, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... Can't breathe easy&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Till you're by my side&lt;br /&gt;No I... Can't breathe easy&lt;br /&gt;I can't dream yet another dream without you lying next to me there's no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURSE ME INSIDE!!&lt;br /&gt;For every word that caused you to cry&lt;br /&gt;Curse me inside&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget no I won't baby I&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why (don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;I left the one I was looking to find&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, ohh, why&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... Can't breathe easy&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Till you're by my side&lt;br /&gt;No I... Can't breathe easy&lt;br /&gt;I can't dream yet another dream without you lying next to me there's no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense anymore&lt;br /&gt;I want you back in my life&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I'm breathing for&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't dream yet another dream without you lying next to me there's no air&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, ohhh&lt;br /&gt;I... Can't breathe easy&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep at night, till you're&lt;br /&gt;By my side&lt;br /&gt;No, I.... I... Can't breathe easy&lt;br /&gt;Can't dream yet another dream without you lying next to me there's no air&lt;br /&gt;There's no air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn nice song i remember singing all the time when i was in sec 1. breathe easy by blue. damn NICE. okay i need to stop slacking and start on math the serial rapist. ): haha he's screwing the sec 3s :D and i thought he was LOYAL! humph. k im crapping. byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114744417973084754?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114744417973084754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114744417973084754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114744417973084754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114744417973084754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/05/breathe-easy.html' title='breathe easy'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114727550478289102</id><published>2006-05-10T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:37:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh screw it</title><content type='html'>SCREW -myschool-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im sorry but SERIOULYS. SCREW THE DAMN SCHOOL. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;-myschool- i hope you are satisfied. you are gonna cause the death of us all.... it hurts it hurts! f*** cheer! the goodbye dance! see how the underused creativity spills out in such amusing ways. i believe it is our innate ability, when under a tremendous amount of stress, to spew curses and ridiculous lyrics whenever the teacher's back is turned. ah, the irony of it all. such fine skills, wasted and reduced to utter bullshit. luckily for me, there's AEP. wait, screw that too. haha nah AEP's okay im just in a damn sour mood. dammit dammit DAMMIT SCREW -myschool-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the point here is: screw -myschool-. they are making us pay the price of a costly mistake made by a teacher. unbeknownst to us, the english EOI we took yesterday was gonna be screwed screwed screwed SO BADLY. so, very blissfully unaware of the imminent chaos, we forced any thought of english comprehensions OUTTA our minds and OUTTA the window. then today, WHAM. gotta take english EOI retest cause some classes had seen the EOI before they took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what had caused this? was it miscommunication? misinterpretion of instructions? forgetfulness? or was it just a simple lack of integrity??? whatever it was, it was a mistake. and that one person's mistake affected a whole cohort. and that person didnt even explain any specific details. she didnt even make an apology. and what theheaven? we gotta sit through this shit again?!?! AGAIN? AGAIN?!?!??????? screw -myschool- screw -myschool-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw it SS might also be screwed shit. cause we were supposed to have 1 hour but APPARENT PRINTING ERROR so got 50 minutes. but our ss teacher was like yeah, 50 minutes what. OH PLEASE. PLEASE NO. I DON'T WANT TO RETAKE. i am already dying. OKAY PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES. but such mistakes are unacceptable. crap. why is the school so disorganised. why do we have to pay for this shit. THE STUDENTS PAY FOR EVERYTHING. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw -myschool-.&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna explode and die any moment.&lt;br /&gt;screw stephen. cheater liar loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114727550478289102?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114727550478289102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114727550478289102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114727550478289102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114727550478289102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/05/argh-screw-it.html' title='argh screw it'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114719492376005031</id><published>2006-05-10T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:15:23.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blinks</title><content type='html'>like HELLO! yay the tear/blood/pain-inducing CTs are over!! well, sort of. math is headache-inducing. and chem is bad for my nerves. sigh jaycelyn should stop being so stressed! you know what, i was just gonna talk about how i think i fared, but i decided to just totally forget abbourrit. NO REGRETS! BIO BUZZ OFF! PHU*K PHYSICS! SCREW ASS ASS! ERADICATE ENGLISH!!! haha makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i just imagined singh saying "oh nonono.. dont phunk with physics..." eergh like why the heaven am i being so weird. yeah so anyway i think today was fun! after english bird, kok, yingching, yijie, shihui and i went to watch a movie! oh we went to eat at gelare first before going to watch movie. haha i spent the time there choking and turning red and getting fat and listening to kok talk crap about my and shihui's apparent identity crisis. no lor. what identity swap. haha pukes i aint no cockroach (: ha then after the fattening experience (YES IM ANO =P), we went to drink bubbletea, which is really not bad, just that it made me wanna pee during the movie. which is really quite bad. so overall, it was average. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to watch M:I3! but since bird and shihui had watched it already, everyone decided to watch when a stranger calls. DUNNO WHO KEPT INSISTING IT WAS A THRILLER! then i was like its a HORROR FILM LA. then nobody believe. ha fine. then in the end everyone ended up with sweaty palms, cowering behind popcorn boxes. woohoo.. (: the POWER of sound effects. seriously, there were a lot of anti-climax moments until the end part which got really scary. but luckily no really really gory scenes otherwise i cannot tahan. haha yijie was so funny she kept closing her eyes. &gt;&lt; eeks i dont wanna think about horror films already later get nightmares ): HAPPY THOUGHTS HAPPY THOUGHTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i've thought of something to think about.. stephen. you may or may not know who stephen is, but even if you've guessed, dont ask. i just want to vent. okay the truth is, im broken. hell, i feel like a part of me has gone. yes it's cliched. but most of the time, cliches are what make the most sense. yes i've done everything to try and get over it. i really have. i've tried bitching, being a bitch, forgetting, improving my looks, exercising, studying (a lot), starving, bingeing, fantasizing, everything. just to fill in that gaping hole in my spirit. ive tried everything. unfortunately, i think that i have probably been permanently affected. how permanently? maybe it'll wear off soon. maybe it'll never wear off. as long as stephen still exists, i cant forget. oh stephen, how ive thought about it. oh stephen, you dont know how much i think about it. oh stephen i still think about it. oh stephen oh stephen, i am thinking about it, and it just wont fucking leave my mind. oh stephen, you're my angel. oh stephen, i want to be your angel. oh stephen oh stephen, i hope you fly. oh stephen, i hope you soar. spread your wings stephen.. if you dont have wings, build them. oh stephen i want to build your wings... stephen i was never infatuated. too strong for too long, now i cant be without you baby. thats what it was. if anything can break me, it's you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you shattered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh stephen, baby.&lt;br /&gt;if we cant soar together, then i can only hope that you soar high and far&lt;br /&gt;and that one of us catches up with the other&lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114719492376005031?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114719492376005031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114719492376005031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114719492376005031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114719492376005031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/05/blinks.html' title='blinks'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114657853739762757</id><published>2006-05-02T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:02:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast.</title><content type='html'>accomplished something today! ya-a-a-ay. haha. stayed back after school with qianwen to MUGGAGGAGGAGAGGGG. it was like only the 2 of us in the freezin classroom la. k the classroom was like switching between being an igloo to being a desert all the time. it was chao weird. but never mind, i think the classroom provides an excellent learning environment. no distractions. and if youre disciplined enough to turn off your phone and set your mind to mugging, then you can really learn a lot. hah but we didnt EXACTLY mug a lot. we did a lot of homework and did some peer tutoring. then after the chem/math shit we discussed some bio SPA stuff. those who've taken it said its hard... x( like what the heaven! so i guess i'll probably like study everything related to food test. enzymes. lock and key. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS!!! argh like what the heaven are we like learning?! okay free body diagram. AND?? -blank- nothing. physics is crap. ): ehh gonna die la. i want a 4.0! which means erms probably gotta get about 85% for the physics SA on monday. and i doubt that's achievable. even a 3.6 looks far away. got 73% for the first SA.. if i can sustain that, then i fang4 xin1 le. okay. just a 3.6 for physics. SET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem!!!! my worst science in sec 2. i seriously did not listen to a single word taytay said, SORRY TAYTAY. x( YEAH LA I HAD AP IN SEC 2. so how?? this year i pay for it. super slow learning chem. wanna kill myself le. wanna kill mole concept!! "DAMN THE MOLE" - qianwen. hehhhhhh ): nvm! shall rely on my IQ to do well for chem! actually titration's okay! but it's 25%. so gotta be reallehhh careful xD&lt;br /&gt;MATHHHH ehhh dont wanna talk about math already. xD its okay i guess?! BUT WHY'S TRIGO TESTED!??!? they want us dead. serioulys. i dont remember anything about trigo le im so dead. argh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like its been an eternity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay on to happier things! okay sorry this is really crude. but its damn damn farny can?! qianwen and i came up with it. you know the North South East West cheer??&lt;br /&gt;get this (words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F ** **&lt;br /&gt;U ** **&lt;br /&gt;C ** **&lt;br /&gt;K ** **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F* U* C* K*&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck **&lt;br /&gt;fucker*&lt;br /&gt;fucker*&lt;br /&gt;lets just* fuck **&lt;br /&gt;* X 9&lt;br /&gt;fucker!&lt;br /&gt;* X 9&lt;br /&gt;just fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol zhixian came up with the last part. DAMN FUNNY CAN OMG! heh sorry so crude. x) i think JAYCELYN says f**k damn hilariously la. love you jaycelyn (: AGHHH WISH ME LUCK FOR BIO SPA THIS THURS! =D byebyexxxx. and gd luck to you too :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114657853739762757?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114657853739762757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114657853739762757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114657853739762757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114657853739762757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/05/fast.html' title='fast.'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114646652237547178</id><published>2006-05-01T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T14:55:22.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still.</title><content type='html'>needless to say, i still miss you darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while i've trained my mind to let go, every now and then the same old question tugs remorselessly at my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114646652237547178?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114646652237547178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114646652237547178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114646652237547178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114646652237547178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/05/still.html' title='still.'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114576662375274968</id><published>2006-04-23T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:30:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>hey people. i just felt that i had to blog today... its been a really long time since i last penned down my thoughts here. im addicted to the click five now. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored with my life. and im worried for myself. i really am. because there's a parasite stuck in my head right now. it made its way into my brain on wednesday i think. what a horrible time for it to do so! luckily i was done with both my peetees by then. yeah so now the bloody parasite's stuck in my head, sucking up my brain cells. whenever i am having fun or doing work, my immune system is in full gear. all the white cells and dunnowhat cells start attacking the parasite, making it barely noticeable. but sadly, the truth is, it hasnt disappeared. whenever i am idle, the parasite swings into action and drowns my brain in thoughts and memories and questions. lots and lots of questions. most of which will probably never be answered. these questions give rise to sadness and regret. doubt. so much doubt. hurt. pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regret. regret for not taking heed. for not believing my own intuition. hurt. for being made use of. for not truly being cared for. pain and anger. unexplainable. the words are strong enough to tell my whole story. the world needs to know. although my heart is drained of emotions now, the pain lingers. it will continue to linger. one solution to my problem is to have fun/do work 24/7. but that won't get rid of the parasite, no. the only solution that will work is, very simply, to kill the parasite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to kill the parasite. it will drain me of everything if i dont act fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i dont act fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beacon of calm light shines through the darkness and turmoil... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you. thank you. all of you. you are the people i truly loved. anything parasitic is not love. YOU are love. and i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114576662375274968?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114576662375274968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114576662375274968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114576662375274968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114576662375274968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/04/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-114191184520749287</id><published>2006-03-09T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:50:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay (:</title><content type='html'>ok yay guess what! all the summatives are over for this term! (: YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK. i think that term one is the most slack! omg and its already so unslack! the rest of the year will be more hectic. but never mind, its settling into my routine. i suppose i could squeeze in a few more hours of homework and mugging x).&lt;br /&gt;ok lets see.. have i blogged about this? dont remember man. anyway math was pretty good i think. i improved quite a lot from last year. probably cuz mr ng totally rocks (: he's like the least boring math teacher i've ever had! yes he talks a lot about weird stuff but he is such a good teacher la. i still remember haha and chewchew. YES I STILL REMEMBER omg. and i remember failing algebra last year. so it was a pleasant surprise to find that i improved so much, PLUS, to realise that i could have been first in class (ok many ppl could've) if i hadn't made those stupid careless mistakes. so there. (: im proud of my achievement and i can't lie. xD haha!&lt;br /&gt;and then there was english, then ss, then geog, then chinese and finally bio. i think geog and chinese and bio were pretty ok... its not like i will totally flunk out or something x). that kinda thing la.. but its not a good thing to be complacent. im worried for english and ss! k ss is new to me. totally nothing like primary school ss. and its something like history (YEUCH) but much worse. i had totally no idea what i was writing. D: oh and for english we had to correct mistakes. and we were supposed to correct 45 mistakes but i corrected 60. x( and some people say thats good but some people say its bad. so im not quite sure who to believe but i suppose i'll believe myself. and I THINK. well. i dunno. i just hope that it turns out ok. can you tell that im the type to worry a lot AFTER tests?? xD bad habit i've had since primary school. HMM YAH so i guess thats pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i would like to thank someone for their tremendous support. yes you've been so supportive and understanding.. im touched. and sorry people if i have been pms-ing cuz i know i have. well people make mistakes.. nobody's perfect...&lt;br /&gt;today i was upset about something.. then i realised how trivial it was. i am sorry to those whom i've affected. it really is trivial. i should really try to be more optimistic, and follow my heart rather than listen to unreliable gossip. x(&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that i should have more respect for.. something xD. i mean, opinions are meant to be offered, but there are boundaries. SO SAYS MY SS TEACHER. xDD so i shall shut my mouth about that issue from now on! xD gosh i am being so vague. well, touchy issues. i dont wanna end up in jail la!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33!&lt;br /&gt;i will blog more often la. oyah happy birthday in advance yuwen and yanting! not like they'd read this. MUAHA!!! so actually i should have more privacy. budden i gotta self-censor la hor. yeah ok thats it for now. oh yes. swim carn tomorrow. i'd rather go home and sleep... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be My Escape by Relient K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on giving up slowly&lt;br /&gt;I'm blending in so you won’t even know me&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this whole world that shares my fate&lt;br /&gt;This one last bullet you mention&lt;br /&gt;It's my one last shot at redemption&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know to live you must give your life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been housing all this doubt&lt;br /&gt;and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;And I've been locked inside that house&lt;br /&gt;All the while you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I've been dying to get out&lt;br /&gt;And that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though there’s no way of knowing&lt;br /&gt;Where to go&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm going because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of here&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of here&lt;br /&gt;And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on doing this alone now&lt;br /&gt;Guess I failed and I'm ready to be shown out&lt;br /&gt;You told me the way and now I'm trying to get there&lt;br /&gt;And this life sentence that I'm serving&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I'm every bit deserving&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been housing all this doubt&lt;br /&gt;and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;And I've been locked inside that house&lt;br /&gt;All the while you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I've been dying to get out&lt;br /&gt;And that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though there’s no way of knowing&lt;br /&gt;Where to go&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm going because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of here&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of here&lt;br /&gt;And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hostage to my own humanity&lt;br /&gt;Self-detained and forced to live in this mess I've made&lt;br /&gt;And all I'm asking is for you to do what you can with me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't ask you to give what you already gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been housing all this doubt&lt;br /&gt;and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;And I've been locked inside that house&lt;br /&gt;All the while you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I've been dying to get out&lt;br /&gt;That might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though there's no way of knowing&lt;br /&gt;Where to go&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm going because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of here&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of here&lt;br /&gt;And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought you for so long&lt;br /&gt;I should have let you in&lt;br /&gt;Oh how we regret those things we do&lt;br /&gt;And all I was trying to do was save my own skin (oh)&lt;br /&gt;But so were you&lt;br /&gt;So were you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-114191184520749287?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/114191184520749287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=114191184520749287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114191184520749287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/114191184520749287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay.html' title='yay (:'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113958637465880445</id><published>2006-02-10T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:46:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>sigh i just had to blog la. cuz i am really, really quite very extremely immensely troubled. agh. i dunno i think it's partly the stress. you know the whole "it's a new year and a new start, and you'd better start it off well" kind of sign that my parents are giving me, and personally, i couldn't agree more. here's the troubling part: it's not been the best start. i can't recall a single moment this year that i've felt genuinely glad. i mean when i get to school, i am quite the opposite of a depressed wreck. and it's fun for awhile. but once i get home from a tiring day to face the homework, man, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and it's just how i'm feeling now. you know i suddenly gained this huge motivation to be "guai". and i believe im living up to it, currently. i hope this will last. but it's just that i get so immensely worried whenever i get a math sum wrong, or whenever i look at a piece of homework and don't know how to start. it seriously sucks. math and chem and physics and HCL (well actually HCL i can scrape through la) are my main worries now. quite a lot huh? yeah see? and since i gained this fresh motivation to excel, i have been quite hard on myself and the slightest problem makes me really troubled. and feeling troubled sucks. really. but my greatest sorrow is that there is like no one who is truly able to comprehend how i feel. as in. this great worry. i could go insane. xD i am serious.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt there's anyone who has such a huge, stubborn drive to be absolutely perfect (especially in math and science). oh gosh. it is really sucking my energy dry. i have done so much self-practice for partial fractions and modulus functions lor. and there are a few qns that just leave me staring at them for minutes without a useful thought going through my mind. i really, really hate feeling unproductive now. it sucks my happiness dry.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. and i feel very embarrassed about someone. and yes, that's troubling me quite a lot as well. alright. i think i shall just try to push my troubles aside for now, cuz it's 11:43 and tomorrow's a new day. (a productive one, i hope).&lt;br /&gt;toodles (=. anyone sharing the same problem uh, gimme a call or a sms leh. haha. that would rock. &lt;3 youu all. nights :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTSALOVEFROMATIREDHEART,&lt;br /&gt;gv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113958637465880445?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113958637465880445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113958637465880445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113958637465880445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113958637465880445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113906706099836801</id><published>2006-02-04T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:31:01.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Theology&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Foreign language&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Science&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/passed.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgradesciencequiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#BFE9FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEF4FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;Impulsive and off the wall, you don't take life too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, you sometimes end up regretting your snap decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you tend to lack focus, and it's difficult for you to get important things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally a friendly and trusting person.&lt;br /&gt;But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.&lt;br /&gt;Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to these things xD. anyway, i think 304 really rocks. the people just rock la. we're always making so much noise and laughing like siao. x) Who cares about lousy teachers? Ms Cheryl and Mr Patrick rock la. the rest are.. okay i shan't be harsh.. i suppose they are okay xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im out! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113906706099836801?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113906706099836801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113906706099836801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113906706099836801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113906706099836801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-quizzes.html' title='more quizzes'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113872424016218799</id><published>2006-01-31T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:17:20.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.&lt;br /&gt;You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A0CDFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stripper Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E1FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176&amp;type=3&amp;subid=0&amp;tmpid=1826&amp;RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D66085697%2526playListId%253D66085633%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;My Humps&lt;/a&gt; by the Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatcha gonna do with all that junk &lt;br /&gt;All that junk inside that trunk.&lt;br /&gt;I'ma get get get get you drunk &lt;br /&gt;Get you love drunk off my hump "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a lot more than Seven jeans for your humps.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/"&gt;What Song Should You Strip To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: Alfred Gockel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/alfred-gockel.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All American yet funky, you inspire an artist's imagination&lt;br /&gt;And while not everyone will understand your portrait, you will!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D3CDDA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 28% Abnormal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E4E1E8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E9F3FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Blood Type is Type B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D6E8F6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/b.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You follow your own rules in life, even if you change the rules every day.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you tend to be off the wall and unpredictable, but that's what makes you lovable.&lt;br /&gt;And even though you're a wild child, you have the tools to be a great success.&lt;br /&gt;You are able to concentrate intently - and make the impossible possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with: B and AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Type B's: Leonardo Di Caprio and&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Blood Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113872424016218799?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113872424016218799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113872424016218799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113872424016218799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113872424016218799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/blogthings.html' title='blogthings'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113846266696564813</id><published>2006-01-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:37:46.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conquering the glacier</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img65.imageshack.us/img65/5015/nz051200kd.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to right: Minni, Alyssa, Jake, Mom, me, Dad, and Victoria and Russell in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of Fox Glacier. On top of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113846266696564813?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113846266696564813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113846266696564813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113846266696564813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113846266696564813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/conquering-glacier.html' title='conquering the glacier'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113775977055003739</id><published>2006-01-20T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:22:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obs</title><content type='html'>yeah! finally i have a proper title for my entry. OBS! IM BACK! and i am as chaotah as a cooked lobster. im not used to being brown!! omg. im like "the white kid". nah jk la.. but im actually tanned now! =) so im quite happy about that. haha. ok. my skin got gradient one! my face is the nicest, DUH. HAHA. browner than before, but not brown enough to look malay or something. like tanned chinese like that. haha =) and i didnt get any more freckles! still got la. but didnt get more than before. 10 hours kayaking!! so my skin tone evened out. and my right arm is reddish-brown. LOL. SUNBURN!!!!! yikes. my left arm different colour from the right. it's like yellowish brown. bleh. and my legs? thighs+knees(front view)=BROWN. calfs+backofmylegs=lighter shade of brown. HAHAHAHA. ok im crapping as you can tell im quite fascinated by my change in skin colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS DAY ONE:&lt;br /&gt;went to school at 0720.. KT gave some talk (basically he nagged at us) about some obs precautions or something. =/ so boring.. wonder if poon influenced him or he influenced poon? then we took the bus to some punggol harbour to await the boat to campsite 1 at pulau ubin. erm chuny chun chun came with us and she kept taking photos! omg so embarrassing. yuck. D= then we were split into our watches! 304 was split into two, 16 in each watch. my watch was SUI SEN! =D and the other was barker... LOL. still got kurt, bo seng, eng soon, munshi, balakrishnan, ghandi, and a lot more.. there was even a watch called elizabeth but i dont think it was rg. hehe =/. and we were residential! wth. chun talk cock lor. HAHA she kept telling us we were mobile. loser.. anyway, we met our instructor HIAP LUH (pronounced hee-arp loo) and we decided to nickname him lulu. HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. he is kinda short but quite good looking la. but he's soooo uber BORINNNNNG. haha we learnt how to pitch a barsha and stuff. and basic rock-climbing things and some other weird activities. heh. ooh we got to sleep in a bunk la! the beds are damn comfortable. i slept in the same bunk as yijie, bird, shihui and alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS DAY TWO (LAND EXPEDITION):&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5 and went for morning exercise! AKA physical training AKA PT. (you see? PTs never stand for anything good.) but i felt really energetic after the PT. ok.. then we had breakfast.. we packed our stuff.. and set off for land expedition. hated it =(. if only i didnt have asthma, it might have been... okay. but we had to carry these HUGE backpacks. and walk. for 2-3 hours. from southern pulau ubin to the north. haha. it sucked la.. i couldnt breathe cuz of the backpack. and we were the last to reach our campsite. cuz we took a different and harder route. BLAH. then we pitched our barshas.. suffered a bit more.. cooked.. oh YAH there's this girl called gladys in my watch. AKA CHINA! xD cuz she looks like shes from china! hahahhaah. isis (AKA Taiwan when shes irritating) came up with it. so now everyone calls her CHINA. anyway china so poor thing she got a lot of insect bites =(. it was quite easy to fall asleep cuz we were so damn tired. woke up at 12.30 for century duty with alice. poor kok + her watch couldnt sleep cuz ants were crawling into their barshas. so we were considered lucky la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS DAY THREE:&lt;br /&gt;woke up early, packed up. didnt get to brush teeth. =(. then we made our own raft out of pipes and floating bins! swam in the quarry. it rocked!! the water was damn clear. after that, we suffered more as we walked back to campsite 1. haha actually maybe only i suffered. but i tried my best and never gave up. so im quite proud of myself lor! hahaha. then we went back, had lunch, then we did some kayaking practice thingo. so fun! haha im lazy to type. but kayaking is fun. i think it was about this time that we found out that LULU LOVES CINDY. ("SUI SEN, SAY A BIG HELLO TO CINDY!") omg he is like sooo fond of her. HAHAHA. nad i think the barker ppl are nuts, while the sui sen ppl bond really well. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS DAY FOUR (SEA EXPEDITION):&lt;br /&gt;ok im really tired now! and lazy to type so i summarize it la. number one it was fun.extremely fun. and ME AND PEIQI KAYAKED IN SINGLE KAYAKS AKA BANANA BOATS. WE ROCK CAN? haha. now my arms got muscle! and they are quite toned. yay. first day: we kayaked for 6-7 hours. we got to sembawang. pitched barsha. blah blah. oh yah. GERI'S BDAY! HAHA. geri is uber farny. so is joanne. LOL. and i got closer to ppl like ISIS (taiwan), ADA (the First Aider, peirong is the second -.-. geddit?), PEIRONG, CHINA. isis is only taiwan when she's irritating, but gladys is forever irritating, so she is FOREVER CHINA! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS DAY FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;kayaked back in roughly 3-4 hours, so a total of 10 hours. wahsed up, packed up, ate up, blah blah. then we bought souvenirs! haha. yijie you owe me 17 bucks hor! yeah. then we went home. omg. we kept making fun of this PERSON. damn funny. ;) ok. im done. too tired to blog le. i will tell you in detail if youre interested, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GV IS TANNED!&lt;br /&gt;im out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113775977055003739?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113775977055003739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113775977055003739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113775977055003739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113775977055003739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/obs.html' title='obs'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113731581648258439</id><published>2006-01-15T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:03:36.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 66px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 100px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 46px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 32px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 34px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #110022; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 20px; background: #110099;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 100px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am a glutton!? =( BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first post of 2006! im in sec 3 already!! hah. okay. rather late i know. cuz im already 2 weeks in =D yeah. ok. so... pros and cons of being in sec 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-being a senior! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;-which means having more authority!! yeah.&lt;br /&gt;-being just a year and a half away from having a WIDER RANGE OF MOVIE CHOICES =DD&lt;br /&gt;-what else! oh yes. new friends in 304(:&lt;br /&gt;-OBS! not sure if that's a pro though. i 'll find out tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;-getting tanned at OBS! =D 5 hours out in the sea should be sufficient la. PLEASE NO SUNBURNS THOUGH&lt;br /&gt;-turning 15 this year! omg i will like have to get used to saying "im fifteen" and hearing ppl say "WHOAA 15 ALREADY. SO FAST"&lt;br /&gt;-being a year and a half away from being allowed to have deeper relationships.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;-NO MORE HISTORY AND LIT! OLEH OLEH OLEH OLEH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sec 3 is supposed to be the toughest year in secondary school. AGHHH homework, PEETEES, TESTS, MUGGING, MUGGING, AND MORE MUGGING.. BALANCING COMMITMENTS, NOT BREAKING DOWN, BLAH, BLAH...&lt;br /&gt;-basically it's gonna be really difficult to survive the year without breaking down and crying once in a while. YES IM A PESSIMIST D=&lt;br /&gt;-we got 3 new teachers: math, chem, physics. well that would be OKAY if i were a math whiz, and i aced my chem and phy last year, but unfortunately that is not the case so i am gonna die. yup&lt;br /&gt;-agh. i could get old and wrinkly! oh noooooooo&lt;br /&gt;-and i could get fat and NOT GROW. i wanna be 1.7!&lt;br /&gt;-i could sink into depression&lt;br /&gt;-ok this is tooo depressing for me xDD so the cons shall end here. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS TOMORROW!! YIKES. haha. i just dont want the mozzie+sandfly bites. you know, my sandfly bites from NZ have not healed completely? GOT SCARRING LEH. well of course, i scratched them. yes im guilty. but i didnt like scratch them a lot... well basically they are worse than mozzie bites and apparently they take 6 months to heal completely ARGHHHH DAMMIT! and MOZZIE BITES aiya could get dengue lor. =( yeah so that's it i don't mind the mud at all really! (: cuz i got disposable undies! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... what else. oh yes. i didnt blog about my NZ trip *slaps head* okok i blog now k? haha. 13 days in NZ! but im too lazy to upload photos la. if you're really really interested, send me an email or ask me to send you some pics over msn. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;South Island, NZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day:&lt;br /&gt;i only went to the south island!! haha ok. so, first day was like a lil boring. 10 hour plane flight! i didnt watch movies =( i wanted to but i was too sleepy. so i slept on the plane. ARGH stupid me! haha. arrived in christchurch, NZ sometime in the late morning (NZ time). temperature was bearable: 18 degrees C. yeah. dad rented a green toyota : picnic or something? shit i dunno what la. it's a little like my mum's estima. only spent one day in christchurch. i dunno.. we didnt really do anythang. i dont really remember. AHHHH. ok yeah we didnt do much (= we stayed at this cosy lil apartment called LIVINGSPACE:THE MILL. real cosy warm place. lots of Asians in there xDD so THAT'S GOOD we didnt feel too left out. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day:&lt;br /&gt;we drove to dunedin.. quite long, took about 4-5 hours. i slept in the car (=. 3/4 there, we stopped by the beach to check out the huge boulders. haha. omg it was freezing there. it was damn windy and the temperature was probably 8 degrees? haha. dunedin is coooolllldddddddd. yeah we took some nice pics at the beach! ok c'mon no bikini shots la. everyone was wearing huge jackets. haha. oh yah! we also spent only one day in dunedin (=. dunedin rocks! the food there is nice and the ppl there are soo friendly and amiable =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day:&lt;br /&gt;okie 3rd day HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY! we climbed THE STEEPEST STREET IN THE WORLD. Baldwin Street! oh man, it's a legend. damn funny la. haha. we saw this lorry attempting to drive up. omg it's damn humourous. before you actually drive up the street, you gotta stop. then ACCELERATE REALLY QUICKLY. then ROAR YOUR WAY UP THE STREET. and the lorry only made it halfway. HAHA. then it started going down. DAMN SCARY. it just slipped down a few metres. then it started up again. haha damn funny. omg. we even bought the certificate from a shop at the end of baldwin street. my family climbed up the street la! but i was too lazy to. so i stayed in the car. haha. then they came running down. and my dad actually REVERSED THE CAR UP THE STREET. you have no idea how steep it is lor! so scary! yeah but fun (=. VISIT TO BALDWIN STREET COMPLIMENTS OF ME. yes i looked sharply at the brochure and i told my parents HEY WHY DONT WE VISIT THE STEEPEST STREET IN THE WORLD? lol im hyper just thinking about the fun we had. xD ok, i told you we only spent a day in dunedin right? yeap so after the baldwin experience, we drove to QUEENSTOWN. another 5-hour drive xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th-8th day:&lt;br /&gt;QUEEEENSTOWN!!!! oh man. the place rocks. it's located at the edge of Lake Wakatipu. omg. something like that la. ok, i cant really remember the sequence of events at queenstown, really sorry, my memory is failing me. so i shall just blog about the events in ROUGH chronological order. the first day and the last day are accurate. but the rest is all jumbled up. x) ok so the view from our holiday resort ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS. yes, mountains in the distance, a huge blue lake. such rich NZ flavour. and you get to taste it at queenstown. and it tastes AWESOME. first day, we settled in. got used to the insects. xD haha. omg i must tell you that the icecream in NZ is extremely economical (= YES IT ROCKS!! for single scoop (which is slightly larger than the size of your fist, which is really huge), the cheapest we got was NZ$1.20! that's like S$1.70? OMG SO CHEAP. haha. average cost is about NZ$2.00. which is still very cheap considering the icecream tastes heavenly. xD ok i remember we went fishing in Lake Wakatipu! 2 hours, and we caught 4 fish. lucky lucky us! omg. the Tan family is damn good at fishing pls. the lake is damn clean la. only has 3 kinds of fish: brown trout, rainbow trout, and salmon. salmon is the rarest. and guess what? we caught a total of 2 brown trouts, one rainbow trout, AND ONE SALMON! OMGOMG. haha WE ROCK. yes thanks also to our boat driver and PRO FISHERMAN Ian, and his cute doggie macey. haha. (= so we went to the apartment and bbq-ed the salmon and baked the rainbow trout. haha. boney yet yummy. =D ok then we also went horseback riding! 2 hours at Glenorchy (located at the other end of Lake Wakapitu. about an hour's drive from queenstown). it just rocked. i rode this damn sweet horse called Beer. he got bullied by another horse! =( i really love Beer! oh yeah. we saw the LOTR movie set there. yup. damn cool. i just soaked it all in. haha. yesyes. i cant really rmb anything else! damn. oh yeah there were a lot of buskers in queenstown. haha. and a lot of drunkards, unfortunately. x) oh yes. i think we also erm.. watched glowworms. in the caves. yeah. SO SCARY! hurhur. oh yeah and HOW COULD I FORGET MILFORD SOUND. milford sound! it was a day-long thingo. it was located at the far end of.. somewhere.. and we took the bus.. 5 hours! argh. then we went on this huge ship called milford sound. haha. a lot of jap tourists there! yeah. i dunno what was so significant about milford sound! very typically NZ. oh well. =(. but i met some very nice angmoh kids. haha. not that i talked to them. we just kept smiling at each other. HAHA. and yes they were about my age. yup. i think that's all for queenstown. after that, we drove to franz josef! 4 hours! HAHA I LOVE LONG CAR RIDES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th-10th day:&lt;br /&gt;franz josef! ok man.. it is a totally WHITE PLACE. i mean, everyone is an angmoh. like no tourists like that =(. so sad! then i saw this angmoh woman whispering to her husband then he turned around and they laughed at us. so freaking rude! AHHHHHH I HATE THOSE KINDA PPL. anyway, we walked on a glacier at franz josef! omfg i forgot the name of the glacier la! but it was really mentally exhausting. haha. so much to say.. can i just summarize it? we walked a lot. haha. and we climbed a lot of rocks. and then we walked on ice! (the glacier) and we almost freezed to death (jk). oh yes, i LOVE THE LEADER OF OUR TOUR GROUP! Graham. you rock man. he's soooo nice he held my sister's hand the whole way through cuz she was the youngest. aww. (= such a nice man! haha. and we met some cool ppl, like the americans in our tour group! Minni and Jake. omg, Minni sounds damn bimbo. hurhur maybe it's just her accent. THEY LIVE IN L.A. CAN?! my dream is like to VISIT that place at least once in my life! omg. they are cool la. and they're quite intelligent! they actually know what singapore is! =D so flattering. yeah. is that it? oh yes we went horseback riding again! haha. cuz we enjoyed the first time so much. =D but the second time not as memorable. i forgot the name of my horse =(. haha. oh yeah. this huge 3 cm long insect fell on my shirt while i was on the horse. AHHH i screamed lor. haha. but that's all i remember. and the horse had a nice colour! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th-13th day:&lt;br /&gt;we drove back to christchurch! ahh... the city! back to LIVINGSPACE:THE MILL. that place is so cool. oh man, i hardly rmb what we did in christchurch. we ate a lot of Asian food and watched a lot of Tv and bought a lot of souvenirs! xD AHHH YES. we went whale-watching. haha. in a boat! =D yesyes. the whale-watching trip was EX. thats why everyone was so KIASU everytime a whale appeared. everyone rushed out to see it and only me and my sis left sleeping in the cabin. LOL. I FEEL GUILTY. xD and we watched this performance by some Maori ppl. ok it was scary. but STILL, umm, enlightening and so nice that we got to experience their culture. =D yeah and we had some night tour thingy. saw some native NZ animals. mostly RAT-LIKE CREATURES. and ducks. and kiwis. haha. our guide was damn bored? haha. she like very bo chap like that! omg and we went kayaking in christchurch. and i wore jeans. how smart of me -.-". yeah so that's just to summarize my AMAZING TIME IN NZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gtg! OBS TOMORROW. wish me luck. haha. and good luck sec 3s second batch! i miss you too dan! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113731581648258439?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113731581648258439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113731581648258439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113731581648258439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113731581648258439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113378806294434363</id><published>2005-12-05T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:07:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG POST</title><content type='html'>yay! new post!&lt;br /&gt;well class chalet was a total blast.&lt;br /&gt;talk about fun. and GOOD bbq food. wow the food rocked.&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD ROCKS LA! hehe. i reached orchid country club at around 2+ with my dad and blahblah we got some vouchers and stuff then we checked out the room. it was pretty big. 3 beds! haha. then my dad had to leave, so at about 2.30 i got the room key and met kok, yijie, shiao, elaine, shara, shuna and susan kok at the lodge. our room number was 103 and everyone was like "why not 106..?!?" aww. =/ pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from and around the chalet was - and im not exaggerating at all - breathtaking, to say the least. i am serious. and there was this nice pool that was like RIGHT outside of our chalet room and it was so quiet and nobody was using it! and we were all like WOW! yummy! haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we chatted and sorted out some stuff and made ourselves comfortable. then we played bridge and taitee. haha. ok fine, i just learnt how to play bridge. but im not bad ok! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i told them that my dad said can wear clothes in the swimming pool! yeah so kok actually went home to get some clothes and swimming suits. then brenda and beihan came! and they were like jumping on the beds hurhur. luckily kok lives nearby. we got into the clothes and stuff and got pushed in by brenda. we purposely let her =P&lt;br /&gt;yeah so it was kok, yijie and me in the pool! damn refreshing. then it turned out that we werent allowed to wear shirts and stuff in the pool and we got chased out by the security guard. pfft. party pooper! wahaha. sorry kok and yijie! hehe THEN.. we had a bath and watched tv and played more bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq started at 5! where to begin! alicia, jianghe and hongchuan arrived and we shifted to this huuuge field of golf-course-kinda grass next to the golf course and a playground. the view ROCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/8600/chalet0036ds.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiao and i. look at that view!!! *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/9850/chalet0043az.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiao, bren, me. THE VIEW, THE VIEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/599/chalet0064zl.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont look at me, look at what's behind me! haha x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. okay i'll shut up about the scenery already. the food rocked. it was catered and all paid for. man, it was totally worth it. haha. we bbq-ed chicken wings, prawns, otah, sausages, and lamb chops. and we had free coke ^^. haha, we kinda lost a couple of prawns and stuff when our carelessness led to them perishing in the fire below. =/ hehe. we barbequed until about 8+ tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/4118/chalet0050em.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye nice view. ii lUrBeChxx eUux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came bowling! haha. bird came for bowling! and alicia, jianghe, hongchuan left at this point. ok, let's just say brenda bowls ballerina-style DAMN funnily and beihan ROCKS for a first timer, and kok and kok both rock =), and i kinda SUCKSUCKSUCK. haha. but it was all in the name of fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright after bowling, we went back to the room and watched tv and sat around and gossiped. so fun!! then they all harrassed me!!! argh!!!!! they made me confess my DIRTY LITTLE SECRET. no, im not gonna tell you what it is. then they had to go and harrass my partner in crime. HAHAHA. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shiao bh brenda laine left! hawhaw! bird, kok, kok, yijie, shuna, shara, and i stayed! we bathed, bridged, bathed, bridged, watched tv, chatted, sneezed, bridged, bathed, and well, you get the idea. this went on until about 3+ AM? birdie was msging her boyfriends ;D. not fair. how come SHE didnt get harrassed?!?! wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/5712/chalet0077pv.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kok and me! good night my lovelies! *sneeze*sniffle* it's gonna be a sneezy night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was. damn. dunno how i even got to sleep. haha. woke up at 8+? i was first to wake up!!! the bed was a heap of used tiddues. =/ yucks. then i went back to sleep. then woke up again. this time, yijie was up. then kok came 3rd. then susan. then the twins. yeap. we were all up by 9+, EXCEPT FOR ONE VERY IMPORTANT PERSON. THE PERSON WHO FELL ASLEEP FIRST. yeah. bird. haha. SO IRRITATING!! hmpf! we had to be at macs by 11! otherwise NO MORE MACS BREAKFAST, and we'd have to eat those oily fries.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sleeping beauty *cough* sorry, i didnt mean to make you vomit. BIRD finally awoke at like 9.30 and we left the nice nice chalet. we took the shuttle bus to yishun mrt and ate breakfast at macs! hot cakes and sausage!! haha. and kok was like "hot cakes make me feel all warm and fuzzy" then a few minutes later she said "i cannot eat anymore". haha. and there was one big fat uneaten hot cake staring up at her. lame!! haha. bird met her ri friend there. apparently he acted in some chinese serial thingy but i never saw him before leh. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then we erm, WALKED to safra which kinda sucked cuz we were all carrying our luggage. thanks shuna for helping me carry my plastic bag! haha. yeah. they were having some bowling comp there so we played pool instead. daniel and bird's ri friend were there. yeah and they played. they were damn good compared to. erm, me?! haha. i was damn tyco. but somehow my team was victorious quite a lot of times!!! YEAH! haha =P i prefer pool to bowling! HOHO! yeaps then after that, yijie, shara, shuna, daniel and i walked to yishun mrt station. we said goodbye to the twins and took the bus to tampines. haha. the bus was crowded. and daniel took advantage of that. xD NVM i dont think you wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh okay then we said goodbye to yijie, and daniel treated me to some yoshinoya! but i didnt eat much. HAHA. macs breakfasts are damn filling can? PFFT. thanks dan. you are too nice to me. mmmmmmm okay then i took the mrt home! WHOAAAA! haha. okay. hey since you're bored enough to have read until here, lemme give you a little surprise! *shield your eyes*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/7523/ooooh0021me.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken a couple of months ago. looking inquisitive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/7406/ooooh0013oz.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bespectacled! looking like.. i dunno. liang po po? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/8313/chalet0090qu.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shO cutEx w0rx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/1337/chalet0088hc.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking punk or looking pissed? yeah i'll go with the latter as well. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113378806294434363?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113378806294434363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113378806294434363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113378806294434363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113378806294434363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-post.html' title='LONG POST'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113336124558516701</id><published>2005-11-30T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:34:05.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>happy birthday daniel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i was just about to forgive my dad.. when he confiscated my handphone&lt;br /&gt;argh tough luck eh =/&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113336124558516701?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113336124558516701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113336124558516701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113336124558516701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113336124558516701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113276906082571662</id><published>2005-11-24T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:04:20.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meaningful entry</title><content type='html'>hi. i am going to make this as meaningful an entry as possible. wow. first time!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was tough. i found out a couple of things that really made me boil inside. i seriously need anger management. maybe im just being too conscientious. but is there such a thing as being TOO conscientious? well, whatever. my conscientiousness served only to deeply trouble me. argh. i spent the whole of 2005 chionging. i don't want to have ANOTHER chionging session. it'll kill me. so now i am basically kind of sad and you know. feeling helpless. sigh. if only i had the authority i'd show those nincompoops how to do such things QUICKLY. sorry if you didn't get me. im not going to tell what i'm sad about though... lest one of those peabrains gets informed of this blog. THEN i'd be in deep shit. haha. so i'll just leave it at that. and prepare myself for some serious chionging come late-december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bloody hell." - Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. bloody smelly stinky hell. that's what im thinking now. ARGH. ok. breathe in, breathe out. haha. well. what to say now. DEAR daniel wanted me to blog about him. yes dan. i know. once you read this you're gonna start grinning like a nutter. haha i can IMAGINE! alright. im gonna blog about you now okay? okay daniel thanks for taking all my crap today la. sorry for disturbing you and everything... since you're so busy with your birthday preps now. im sorry i can't make it for your party. yeah i was hoping i could go... but no way right? you should know why la. and sorry for being dao on the phone!! sorry!! haha. i told you im a boring person. you can't talk to me too regularly, for i will run out of things to tell you. it's inevitable! haha. okay dude. there you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL NEXT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;GENEVIEVE&lt;br /&gt;(you had no idea how many times i had to backspace in order to get my name right.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113276906082571662?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113276906082571662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113276906082571662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113276906082571662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113276906082571662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/11/meaningful-entry.html' title='meaningful entry'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113275320123639956</id><published>2005-11-23T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:41:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i bother</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #f0fff0" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Violet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/violet.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your eyes reflect: Mystery and allure&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A quiet passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #f88b8b" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cream Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/cream-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect combo of simplicity and divinity&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you life for understated pleasures &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/snow.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts.&lt;br /&gt;Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition.&lt;br /&gt;The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE5DE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF5EE"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF2BF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAE6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Françoise  Pillon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Outrageous Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/shocked.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Connie Lingus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/"&gt;Outrageous Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/happy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad.&lt;br /&gt;You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C7B299" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 1920's Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DBD0C2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queen Queenie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your 1920's Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Lime Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/lime-green.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a tough exterior, but can be very dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else do I need in my life?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: August 27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a spiritual soul - a person who tries to find meaning in everything.&lt;br /&gt;You spend a good amount of time meditating, trying to figure out life.&lt;br /&gt;Helping others is also important to you. You enjoy social activities with that goal.&lt;br /&gt;You are very generous and giving. Yet you expect very little in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Getting along with anyone and everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Needing a good amount of downtime to recharge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Cobalt blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: September&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113275320123639956?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113275320123639956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113275320123639956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113275320123639956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113275320123639956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-do-i-bother_23.html' title='why do i bother'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113275132424300600</id><published>2005-11-23T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:08:44.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i bother</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F0FFF0;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Violet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/violet.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your eyes reflect: Mystery and allure&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A quiet passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F88B8B;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#A7CEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113275132424300600?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113275132424300600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113275132424300600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113275132424300600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113275132424300600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-do-i-bother.html' title='why do i bother'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113264519449075161</id><published>2005-11-22T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:39:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>didi</title><content type='html'>alright. alright here we go.&lt;br /&gt;i am bad to nic. but nic is good to me.&lt;br /&gt;nic bothers about me, but he thinks that i don't bother about him.&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna prove that i bother about him&lt;br /&gt;you see right&lt;br /&gt;your actions don't go unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;they are just.... unappreciated, taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;you know that right&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;so here's your entry&lt;br /&gt;have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113264519449075161?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113264519449075161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113264519449075161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113264519449075161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113264519449075161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/11/didi_21.html' title='didi'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113246981150347215</id><published>2005-11-20T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T14:56:51.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OI</title><content type='html'>wth&lt;br /&gt;YOU! yes YOU!&lt;br /&gt;read my blog but never tag&lt;br /&gt;HURRY GO TAG!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113246981150347215?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113246981150347215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113246981150347215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113246981150347215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113246981150347215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/11/oi.html' title='OI'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113198607764769064</id><published>2005-11-15T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:34:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>MAI-YA HEE&lt;br /&gt;MAI-YA HUU&lt;br /&gt;MAI-YA HO&lt;br /&gt;MAI-YA HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numa numa rocks! ok i know im lag.&lt;br /&gt;ITSDAMNADDICTIVE&lt;br /&gt;talking to the mister on the phone&lt;br /&gt;sian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113198607764769064?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113198607764769064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113198607764769064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113198607764769064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113198607764769064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey_14.html' title='hey'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113147094497759029</id><published>2005-11-09T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:29:04.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY</title><content type='html'>im starting to blog regularly! haha it's fun when youre bored. so i shall BLOG IT OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been blunt with a lot of people.. so im sorry eh! it's something to do with.. you know, whatever. and the camp. im not exactly looking forward to it.. a couple of reasons.. ah well... never liked camps =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NEVER LIKED CRAMPS EITHER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats up with me man.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;actually i don give a damn anymore&lt;br /&gt;but still, ppl try&lt;br /&gt;i like it when ppl try..&lt;br /&gt;like when people say "are you sure you're ok?"&lt;br /&gt;haha. i would probably go "NO! just fuck off will you"&lt;br /&gt;but actually im fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im being weird&lt;br /&gt;it always happens... at this time&lt;br /&gt;oh yah i think i figured it out&lt;br /&gt;i get super moody whenever my dad is pissed with me&lt;br /&gt;and guess what,&lt;br /&gt;he's pissed cuz I HAVE NOT BEEN DOING ANY REVISION.&lt;br /&gt;and basically im like, WHAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU NUTS?!!&lt;br /&gt;revise for the holidays?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was only allowed to be used jokingly!!!&lt;br /&gt;but my dad is serious!!!&lt;br /&gt;idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ASS disease&lt;br /&gt;spreading from my dad to me&lt;br /&gt;sorry arh.&lt;br /&gt;NIC didi im sorry too for being a lazy bitch..i will write you your testi lar&lt;br /&gt;but you must return one too la of course&lt;br /&gt;HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the poem in my previous post? forget about it&lt;br /&gt;the person doesnt visit my blog&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i dont care&lt;br /&gt;im just gonna be a GOOD GIRL and get ready for some serious socializing during camp!&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys&lt;br /&gt;imma be good now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113147094497759029?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113147094497759029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113147094497759029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113147094497759029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113147094497759029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey.html' title='HEY'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113129370825658753</id><published>2005-11-07T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:39:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUP!</title><content type='html'>YO SUP?&lt;br /&gt;S'DOWN?&lt;br /&gt;S'ROUND?&lt;br /&gt;S'IN?&lt;br /&gt;S'OUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry la. nothing better to do. anyway. i thought i got 3.09 for my GPA, but apparently that's not the case.. printing error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Russell Peters style* Is that right? Oooohh.. Brrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scared. im taking it out on everyone, as usual. and do i give a fuck? no&lt;br /&gt;haha jk la. i apologized to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;i must be PMSing&lt;br /&gt;damn i hope my period doesn't come during the camp.. i will die&lt;br /&gt;sorry that was a little too much info&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do? bored to shits..&lt;br /&gt;my mum's watching National Geog.. seems i've got a family full of geographers =)&lt;br /&gt;oh.. btw. went to Kino just now.. bought 2 books.. gonna read them soon. haha&lt;br /&gt;the time must be right!&lt;br /&gt;yeah. had a light dinner... but no exercise. shoot.&lt;br /&gt;oh.. i went to watch the subaru thingo.&lt;br /&gt;3rd year in a row that i went to support them.&lt;br /&gt;saw shan wee, he's hot&lt;br /&gt;mark richmond smokes.. he sucks&lt;br /&gt;saw mr and mrs richmond senior... they are SO CUTE MANZ.&lt;br /&gt;haha. erm. didnt see jamie yeo this time round. I CANT BELIEVE IM TALLER THAN HER!&lt;br /&gt;haha well actually i am only about 2cm taller la&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;well nowadays i just feel bored. im rotting. i need to gossip i need to BITCH&lt;br /&gt;i know it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;but i need to do it&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;YEAH YOU&lt;br /&gt;I COULD BE BITCHING ABOUT YOU RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;so watch out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i see "one message received" on my phone&lt;br /&gt;i view the message eagerly, hoping it's you&lt;br /&gt;and everytime it's someone else,&lt;br /&gt;i sigh and feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everytime it's you&lt;br /&gt;my heart flutters,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow it fails to utter&lt;br /&gt;the words that i want you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everytime you tell me those words i want to hear&lt;br /&gt;my love for you can only grow stronger&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i took you for granted&lt;br /&gt;the regret i have come to face, is well-deserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113129370825658753?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113129370825658753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113129370825658753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113129370825658753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113129370825658753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/11/sup.html' title='SUP!'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-113078115962868837</id><published>2005-11-01T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T01:52:39.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>guys i am finally here to blog! aren't you excited!&lt;br /&gt;glad to see you agree! heh xDDD&lt;br /&gt;anyway... eoys came and passed. argh. tough time. so depressing! so stressful! ACK!!&lt;br /&gt;then we got back our results... erm overall im just glad that i improved from the first semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EOY results:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English--&lt;br /&gt;-16/20 (compre..yay!) + 14/25 (summary..ach) = 30/45&lt;br /&gt;-24/30 (compo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature--&lt;br /&gt;20/25 (YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography--&lt;br /&gt;-17.5/20 (written paper..yay)&lt;br /&gt;-22/32 (performance task..so-so?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History--&lt;br /&gt;-13/15 (source-based..YAY) + 4/10 (structured..shitz) = 17/25 (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math--&lt;br /&gt;-30/45 (written paper..SUCKS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics--&lt;br /&gt;-39/50 (written paper..kinda sub-standard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese--&lt;br /&gt;-37.5/110 (written paper..SUCKS I KNOW!)&lt;br /&gt;-62/90 (compo..YAY!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-37.5/110 + 62/90 = 99.5/200 ~~ 100/200 (HENG ARH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so that's that. getting my stupid gpa this friday. haiz! today took neos with kok, wen, yikie! LONG TIME NO TAKE. serious. so the mood was light-hearted for awhile.. :)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. guys, im getting married! in a few years la. OOH FUN FUN! BABIES! haha.&lt;br /&gt;so in love... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;yet so confused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-113078115962868837?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/113078115962868837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=113078115962868837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113078115962868837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/113078115962868837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112747924238856950</id><published>2005-09-23T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:40:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today!</title><content type='html'>hey today kok bird yuwen and i went to NUH to visit derek. love his cast! reminds me of my own, 7 years ago. heheh. we had lunch/tea. but the girls didnt eat. (i hope i lose more weight..i lost 1 kg alr from dunno what!) ehmm.. oh. we traumatised some kids at the playground. nth much. i love those kids :D very cute! sry. i forgot their names. they're malay, but they look angmoh! cool ehzxxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out zhixian was laughing at my singing during assembly, thus causing 1/5 of 206 and some of the neighbouring classes to crack up. why. soprano not nice meh?! i always sing like that. :DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now. LIT TEST. not too hard. i hope i get at least 18/25. i wrote frickin long lor. and i was piling on the quotes! yay. okay, i shan't be complacent. see? im the audience. i learnt that from Mr Birling! loveya arthur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else.. no more tests till oct 17! okay not exactly a good thing. must mug like what la. EURGH. then after that, well. sadly, we'll be leaving 206. 206. 206. 206. 206. let's treasure our time together. starting NOW. eh. i want class chalet!! wanna see that mystery sh*t again. K I TAKE THAT BACK. but i still want class chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait until after eoys la hor. i realised EOYs damn near. i feel so unprepared!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. tonight i shall slack. tonight got survivor la! MUST WATCH. and. im gonna watch antm on monday. cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112747924238856950?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112747924238856950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112747924238856950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112747924238856950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112747924238856950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/09/today.html' title='today!'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112740284457134569</id><published>2005-09-22T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:27:24.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling very sad right now. But never mind about me. You see, I'm sad because of alll.. all the natural disasters and terrorist attacks and - just - everything, that's been happening in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I'd been so content, so comfortable, so happy with life. I feel damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd take a moment to put ourselves in their shoes - maybe - we'd be changed people. Maybe we could all be nice people. Because we NEVER know when disaster might strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. A reference to AIC now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaster 1 = Eva Smith's suicide. The reason = a family of not-so-nice people. Why the disaster went unforeseen = a lack of social responsibility. Any regret? = Yes, from Sheila and Eric. Disaster 2 = Word Wars I and II. The reason = a hell lot of not-so-nice people. Why the disaster went unforeseen = Complacency. Any regret? = HELL YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the victims of Hurricane Katrina and Rita: I love you. I can't do you any harm, but I can't do you any good, either. What's done is done. I'm so sorry for all your loss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the victims of 911, and the faimilies of the victims: I just saw what happened. In a classroom. At school. Yes I'm fortunate enough to go to school. And I'm so sorry for what happened. It scared the hell out of me. I cry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's all be NICE, SOCIALLY RESPONSIBLE HUMAN BEINGS. Because we are all members of one body. We are responsible for each other. And if we will not learn that lesson, we will be taught it, yet again, in fire, blood and anguish. And, perhaps, that is the best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a wake-up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP THE BITCHING. BE DONE WITH HATRED. JUST BE NICE PEOPLE, AND SPREAD THE LOVE."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112740284457134569?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112740284457134569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112740284457134569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112740284457134569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112740284457134569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/09/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112715106721442227</id><published>2005-09-20T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T01:31:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my brother</title><content type='html'>Okay. I've got to come clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM DEPRESSED AS HELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;cuz of my brother. yes, Russell.&lt;br /&gt;the handsome boy in my family...&lt;br /&gt;I feel so misunderstood. I doubt anyone would understand..&lt;br /&gt;I mean he's only 10, so it may seem immature.&lt;br /&gt;But he's so...&lt;br /&gt;mean....&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;He does not know what I'm going through! At school, or with my friends...&lt;br /&gt;Well mostly its school. SCHOOL IS KILLING ME.&lt;br /&gt;He is always antagonizing me okay.. He's always going against me!&lt;br /&gt;And every time..&lt;br /&gt;EVERY TIME,&lt;br /&gt;I try to get him on my side.. To make him understand my plight,&lt;br /&gt;he just goes against me.&lt;br /&gt;And my parents always side with him.. So who gets scolded?!?!&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you one example... today:&lt;br /&gt;I come home from a long day of school and SL, all exhausted and worn out&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT DO I SEE WHEN I OPEN THE DOOR TO MY ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;MY WORKSHEETS. MY BOOKS. MY NOTES.&lt;br /&gt;ALL STREWN OVER THE FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I SEE MY BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;IN FRONT OF MY COMPUTER.&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR A GIGGLE AS HE RUSHES PAST ME.&lt;br /&gt;THE COMPUTER IS ON. BLASTING MY SONGS. MY MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;THE WEBSITE?! : NICKSPLAT.COM&lt;br /&gt;I TRY TO GET HIM TO CLEAN UP FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;"NOOO! DADDY SHE'S HITTING ME!"&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHO GETS THE BLAME FOR ALL THAT BULLSHIT?!&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES HE DO?&lt;br /&gt;HE SMIRKS.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I want to hate him.. But everytime.. I.. TRY to hate him.. I can't. Cuz I'm REMINDED. I'm REMINDED of when he was my BEST FRIEND. when we were KIDS. When he was that lovable 5-year-old. I love him you know.&lt;br /&gt;But he's so uncaring...&lt;br /&gt;He breaks my heart more than anyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;And he's 10 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;All that heartache.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So if I seem depressed, I am. And you know why.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear..&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;MY WHOLE FAMILY IS AGAINST ME.&lt;br /&gt;"Genevieve stop being so crabby. Your brother is just a kid la, stop scolding him"&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod.. the world is SO  unfair.&lt;br /&gt;++torn and heartbroken++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112715106721442227?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112715106721442227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112715106721442227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112715106721442227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112715106721442227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-brother.html' title='my brother'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112698514583364300</id><published>2005-09-18T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T03:34:23.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoots</title><content type='html'>HELLO! first of all i wanna thank ZHIXIAN for flooding all the time. appreciate it alot, since i barely blog. and also thanks to everyone else who visits once in awhile. and i check my blog like twice a week. -.-" SORRY! im gonna CARE MORE now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS FOR GIRLS (or guys?) WHO WANT TO LOSE WEIGHT, PARTICULARLY IN THEIR LEGS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there are alot of you la.. HAHAHA. like me? seriously my thighs are FAT.. kk, i shall stop lamenting. now. this is for ppl with perseverence only!! first of all, YOUR DIET MATTERS. yesyes, im a bad example, always eating shit. less junk food, please! and &lt;strong&gt;you have to change yr diet once every few days.&lt;/strong&gt; as in, maybe for 3 days you eat alot of carbo?! i dunno. but you must exercise la. then for the next, say, 4 days, eat more veggies and fruits, and much less junk. i read this somewhere.. it's supposed to kind of &lt;strong&gt;SHOCK your metabolism&lt;/strong&gt;. 'cause right, your metabolism has routine, YOU KNOW THAT? bet you didnt. anyway, after you eat this same kind of diet for about 3 days, then your metabolism kicks in, burning the calories and SOME fat (exercise to burn more!) OKAY &lt;strong&gt;HERE'S WHERE THE CHANGE IN DIET WORKS WONDERS&lt;/strong&gt;! with the CHANGE in diet (to healthier food) YOUR METABOLISM WILL BE SHOCKED. YES, SHOCKED. TAKEN ABACK. then, your metabolism will proceed to BURN A SIMILAR AMOUNT OF CALORIES AS WHEN YOU ATE ALOT OF CARBO (?). which is.. alot? haha. THUS, SINCE YOU CHANGED YOUR DIET AND THUS HAVE LESS CALORIES TO BURN, &lt;strong&gt;YOU METABOLISM WILL PROCEED TO BURN EXCESS FATS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT, we come to exercise! LOL. for me, i play tennis at least once a week la.. but guess what? it makes my legs MUSCULAR=NOT SLIM, NOT LEAN. share a similar problem?! NO PROBLEM! here's what i read.. (and this DOES require some amount of DESIRE and PERSEVERENCE-taonanites can do it)&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;swim.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, i cant do it lorz. swim?! NO TIME. sigh.. but if you can find the time, just do it regularly. it will help... JUST LOOK AT MELWONG'S LEGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;yoga. &lt;/strong&gt;haha! i've no idea about yoga.. heard it will help though. but you will need patience, and some time on yr hands.. so go do yoga during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;pilates. &lt;/strong&gt;heard they are some kinda exercising videos.. go get some if you got time to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;cycle. &lt;/strong&gt;yes, ride your bike a few times around the neighbourhood, and get long, lean longs! that is, if you've got the time. i think a 15 - 30min ride should be sufficient. do this maybe 2-3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) erm.. okay, this is what i do. i plan to do this every night! hahahah. (this is my first night.)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;50 sit ups &lt;/strong&gt;- this will help you lose those pesky fats in your abdomen. once you've got fitter, proceed to do 100 per night, then 150 per night, and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;kicking legs (A)&lt;/strong&gt; - right. what i do is that i lay on the bed, stomach down. then i kick my legs up and down quickly, like when you're kicking in the water. THIS WILL HELP MAKE YOUR LEGS SLIM AND LEAN. yes i know it will look stupid, so lock the door. remember, dont bend your knees. kick the whole leg. DO THIS QUICKLY. i know its too quick to count every single kick, so time yourself. give yourself perhaps 30sec - a minute. again, once you've got fitter, proceed to kick for another minute if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;kicking legs (B)&lt;/strong&gt; - another way is that i lie on my back this time. then i kick my legs in a circular motion. again, this looks retarded, so lock the door. do 50. do more when you're fitter! (:&lt;br /&gt;-it all takes about 15 minutes or less. so it isn't time-consuming! my prediction is that if you do step 5 alone + the diet for a month (and regularly!), you can lose maybe 1-5 kg? I DUNNO. DONT TAKE MY WORD. I AM NOT A DOCTOR. though i am the daughter of 2 doctors. HAHA. it's definitely worth a try!! YAY IMMA LOSE SOME QUICK CHEAP WEIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*inspired by Extreme Makeover and America's Next Top Model and my own fat legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112698514583364300?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112698514583364300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112698514583364300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112698514583364300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112698514583364300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/09/whoots.html' title='whoots'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112661539764054191</id><published>2005-09-13T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T20:43:17.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahz</title><content type='html'>haha. i realised that i dont know how to blog properly. i write about all the wrong thingies la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: dont remember most of it. just remember sleeping at least 5-10 mins of each lesson (even lit =( ). and i remember SNEEZING and SNEEZINGG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and having the URGE to sneeze but not being able to, is like the worst feeling in the world. so very irritating! haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let me start worrying about academia.. lit test. yue was.. surprisingly, impressed with our class. she said so far shes marked 3-4 papers that got Band 1s... cool! i know im not one of them la =(, but still must HOPE and have FAITH! ehh.. bull la. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geoggy. again, kohby was IMPRESSED. damn.. she said got about 5 people with FULL SCORE. *SCREAMS* i doubt im one of em.. but i get above 15 can alr. =( my self-esteem kindda low when it comes to this.. haha.. shit it, im making myself damn anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history. - dont wanna think about it. EYECANDY MIZAR SAID, "(about structured essay) You have to explain your points more fully, same problem with your Source-based..." DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to TIAO4 LOU2 everytime i THINK about what he said. i know im being nuts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you wouldn't understand, nobody would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have GOT to push myself over the limit.. it's my only chance of redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goals to reach by the end of 2005:&lt;br /&gt;-get a GPA of 3.0 or above&lt;br /&gt;-get a mohawk&lt;br /&gt;-maintain weight at exactly 50&lt;br /&gt;-grow...&lt;br /&gt;-turn all visible fats to muscle, except at you know where&lt;br /&gt;-be able to wear mascara&lt;br /&gt;-pierce 2nd earhole?! i miss my 2nd earhole... =(&lt;br /&gt;-get into the same class as kok, yuwen, shiao, eli, shuna, shara.. and everyone in 206 whoz takin' geog... i will miss 206 loads.. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112661539764054191?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112661539764054191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112661539764054191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112661539764054191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112661539764054191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/09/hahahz.html' title='hahahz'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112619570927323938</id><published>2005-09-08T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:08:29.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish</title><content type='html'>i wish i werent human.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was a machine...&lt;br /&gt;with no emotions.&lt;br /&gt;with a heart of steel,&lt;br /&gt;invulnerable to any form of weakness&lt;br /&gt;no more heartache;&lt;br /&gt;definitely no more heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;with a never-ending battery&lt;br /&gt;able to motivate my brain&lt;br /&gt;to memorize&lt;br /&gt;to eternalize.&lt;br /&gt;like clockwork.&lt;br /&gt;like a robot.&lt;br /&gt;tick.&lt;br /&gt;tock.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;the wheels aint gonna stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any budding scientist/mechanist wanna help me design my robot form?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112619570927323938?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112619570927323938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112619570927323938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112619570927323938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112619570927323938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wish.html' title='i wish'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112609489106348096</id><published>2005-09-07T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T02:58:47.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! long time no blog. im so happy.. this blog is dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleeping later and later and im waking up even later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i dont even get to see the morning sun nowadays?! am i a worm or am i a worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk.. anyway alot of things have happened la, since the time i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get to be a frigging PSL.. but its ok! more time to ART. my PASSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that im.. i dunno. how you say? erm.. well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not an all-rounder. serious. i can only draw faces. i realized i get SUPER bored when i try to draw anything other than faces. serious. so i never finish any landscapes or whatever. i only finish my faces. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn! how am i gonna cope with art elective this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drawing faces is my PASSION. mm! sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i am lazy. lazy. lazy. I WANNA KILL MYSELF. im devoting all my hol time to the computer, art, tennis, and an occasional math sum. nah i finished math la. im GUAI k.  kay la, the thing is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BE BOTHERED WITH MY YUEDUBAOGAO.  hahahah. i seriously need a slap on my face to wake myself up. what is WRONG with me. what happened to the mugger in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the DRIVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the MOTIVATION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the COMPETITIVENESS? where is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i gone back to my old ways?!?!!?!!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i lost all my enthusiasm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FREAKING HELL NO. NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA GET STARTED ON MY YUEDUBAOGAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow (: hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112609489106348096?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112609489106348096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112609489106348096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112609489106348096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112609489106348096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/09/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112419641305417562</id><published>2005-08-16T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:46:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hh</title><content type='html'>haiyo.. i feel like i dont know how to blog anymore! SO STRESSEDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;RAAAR. LIKE WTH. uh. you see there are 2 tests this week. math and lit. BOTH ON FRIDAY. so its like BHAM grand finale to longlong week. haiya. i have er...2 days to go and figure out my mensuration la. i know the formula de lor. my problem is with the calculation!! all the figs and nos are like WHOA they always change my answer so much.&lt;br /&gt;shit. do we get method marks&lt;br /&gt;and LIT. uhm lit's ok la.. im just so long-winded hahah is that bad?! YES it is. no time to write!!! rarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. and always tend to go outta point. ok it's ok. so long as i know my weaknesses and where to improve....&lt;br /&gt;MATH. i am being super kiasu right now. xD yeah. doing textbook questions. but i still think that i suck. x( i bet when i check the answer key alll wrong. haiyoooo&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK i feel like dying. not giving up. jus dying. tmr i bet we're getting back english essay haha. my english kinda sucks these days. BLEH. whats wrong with me babe. MAYBE I SHOULD STOP SPEAKING CANTONESE. haha. but its damn hou tang. hha. finee. i shall shut up and continue being a kiasu pok GOODBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112419641305417562?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112419641305417562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112419641305417562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112419641305417562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112419641305417562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/08/hh.html' title='hh'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112385453913974495</id><published>2005-08-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T01:32:26.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>PAST:&lt;br /&gt;1.) first grade teacher's name: mrs barbara see&lt;br /&gt;2.) last word you said: dont remember (im home alone!)&lt;br /&gt;3.) last song you sang: Don't Phunk With My Heart&lt;br /&gt;4.) last thing you laughed at: SECRET (but super funny xD)&lt;br /&gt;5.) last time you cried: few months ago&lt;br /&gt;6.) what color socks are you wearing: no socks 7&lt;br /&gt;.) what's under your bed?: air and dust well i dunno&lt;br /&gt;8.) what time did you wake up today: 6&lt;br /&gt;9.) line from the last thing you wrote to someone: forgot&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1.) current hair: tied up and very messy&lt;br /&gt;2.) current clothes: rg uniform HAHA&lt;br /&gt;3.) current jewelry: ear studs&lt;br /&gt;4.) current annoyance: runny nose..haha.. ALLERGIC RHINITIS!&lt;br /&gt;5.) current smell: air&lt;br /&gt;6.) current longing: mini Cornetto PEACH FLAVOUR omgosh it is the bomb&lt;br /&gt;7.) current desktop picture: polar bear&lt;br /&gt;8.) current worry: Lit and math tests next week. and whether im gna get more marks for hist.&lt;br /&gt;9.) current favorite article of clothing: skirts&lt;br /&gt;10.) do you currently like someone: haha nope!&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;1.) what is your career going to be: its gonna be jus great&lt;br /&gt;2.) if you could live anywhere in the world, where: New York City&lt;br /&gt;3.) how many kids do you want: at least 3&lt;br /&gt;4.) what kind of car will you drive: any baby blue beauty. VOLVO or MERC.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;1.) favorite physical feature on a girl: boobs. nah jk. i dno..&lt;br /&gt;2.) favorite physical feature on a guy: biceps!&lt;br /&gt;3.) one person you wish was here right now: didi&lt;br /&gt;4.) favorite author: Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;5.) favorite coffee: i dont drink coffee&lt;br /&gt;6.) favorite smell: DHOBY GHAUT MRT STATION city hall a close second &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;7.) favorite way to waste time: draw. doodle. latest obssession includes painting and watercolor.&lt;br /&gt;8.) favorite season: spring?!&lt;br /&gt;9.) favorite color: baby blue&lt;br /&gt;10.) favorite time of day: evening i guess&lt;br /&gt;FASHION:&lt;br /&gt;1.) how many coats and jackets do you own: oh lets see.. uh i guess arnd 5-10.&lt;br /&gt;2.) do you wear a watch: no&lt;br /&gt;3.) favorite pants color: BABY BLUE&lt;br /&gt;4.) most expensive item of clothing: forgot. must be some shirt or smth la.&lt;br /&gt;5.) most treasured: tennis skirts!&lt;br /&gt;6.) gold or silver: silver.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FRIENDS:&lt;br /&gt;1.) do your friends know you: i suppose&lt;br /&gt;2.) what do they tend to be like: they tend to be like, you know, them. stupid ques.&lt;br /&gt;3.) can you count on them: some of them&lt;br /&gt;4.) can they count on you: sure honey&lt;br /&gt;5.) do you find it hard to trust people: depends&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;1.) last book you read: an inspector calls. YEAH LA YEAH LA BORING LA.&lt;br /&gt;2.) last movie you watched: charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;br /&gt;3.) last movie you saw in theaters: ditto.&lt;br /&gt;4.) last show you watched on tv: taped version of LOST (it rocks)&lt;br /&gt;5.) last song you heard: Why Can't I-Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt; 6.) last thing you had to drink: uhh apple juice&lt;br /&gt;7.) last thing you ate: i am eating caramel-filled chocs now MM MMM :D shit im gna be fat.&lt;br /&gt;8.) last time you showered: an hour or so ago&lt;br /&gt;9.) last time you smiled: while looking at myself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;11.) last person you hugged: my little baby cousin SO CUTE YOU KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;12.) last person you danced with: the PSL interviewees :DD&lt;br /&gt;13.) last person you talked to online: scandalous shiao&lt;br /&gt;14.) last person you talked to on the phone: haha. secret&lt;br /&gt;15.) last thing you bought yourself: slice of mango cake&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU?:&lt;br /&gt;1.) smoke: No.&lt;br /&gt;2.) do drugs: No.&lt;br /&gt;3.) drink: duh. not alchohol&lt;br /&gt;4.) sleep with stuffed animals: YES. haha luv my doggie.&lt;br /&gt;5.) have a dream that keeps coming back: yes.&lt;br /&gt;6.) believe there is life on other planets: yes.&lt;br /&gt;7.) read the newspaper: yes.&lt;br /&gt;8.) have any gay or lesbian friends: YEAH I GUESS! ;)&lt;br /&gt;9.) believe in miracles: well yeah. they only occur if ya work towards em though.&lt;br /&gt;10.) consider police a friend or foe: friend, baby. better to have more friends than foe.&lt;br /&gt;FEELINGS:&lt;br /&gt;1.) do you have any regrets: yes&lt;br /&gt;2.) i am happiest when: i receive a test paper with high marks on it LIKE WHOA ITS BETTER THAN DRUGS!&lt;br /&gt;3.) i feel lonely: right now baby&lt;br /&gt;4.) what makes you mad: runny nose. and. many things.&lt;br /&gt;OTHER STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;1.) what's the craziest thing you have ever done: WHOA I DONT KNOW. haha im always doing crazy dares baby you have no idea =)&lt;br /&gt;2.) any bad habits: lots&lt;br /&gt;3.) any secret crushes: nopes!&lt;br /&gt; 4.) do you think too much: i think too little i think. well maybe not. i think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112385453913974495?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112385453913974495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112385453913974495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112385453913974495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112385453913974495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/08/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112377514875864952</id><published>2005-08-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:45:48.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>didi</title><content type='html'>Didi just ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;All those who disagree can go and eat pangsai.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding la.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway MR MIZARRRRRR why give so many ppl so low for hist?!!&lt;br /&gt;Really really hope he will raise my marks.. Seems pretty promising that he will at least consider raising. Cuz you have no idea how much I studied for hist. To get so freaking low is a like such a huge blow!!&lt;br /&gt;AGH SHIAO i hate you. : ( gimme one of your marks and i'll &lt;3 you FOREVER..SERIOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously going nuts! 4 tests in the next 3 weeks, and my birthday smack in between! D:&lt;br /&gt;Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday the 16th--LIT SA -- POETIC FORMS AND WHATNOT&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 19TH--MATH SA -- PYTHAGORA'S T, TRIGO, MENSURATION&lt;br /&gt;Ehh&lt;br /&gt;Week 10&lt;br /&gt;GEOG AND HIST SA&lt;br /&gt;Wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112377514875864952?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112377514875864952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112377514875864952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112377514875864952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112377514875864952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/08/didi.html' title='didi'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112300688007876594</id><published>2005-08-03T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T02:21:21.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>hello! haha i freaking suck. im rushing zuoye now. pro'ly gonna have to complete in sch. suck eh. ytd i thought i left it at sch, then at school i couldnt find it, turned out i left it at home but didnt search hard enough. and it's freakin hard cuz i left my ke4 ben3 and shou3 ce4 at sch. i feel so disorganized. bleh. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kok is XY! haha today for bio we took 10 random chances to see how many XX and XY we would have, and i dun think anyone got more boys than girls lor! everyone get more than 50% girls one! weird. i got 5 girls, 5 boys. YAY! i want more boys though! dunno why..im not being like traditional chinese or whatever.. i jus want more sons nextime.. haha.. maybe 2 boys and a girl? yeh. actually i want now!! ok nvm im freakin weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love for mr batisah has been rekindled, but it's burning alot stronger now. haha jk la.. he jus rocks! the new national day song is like the bomb!! hah. and i practised the dance..i think i've /almost/ perfected it. : D today joanne and i were being damn patriotic, singing "where i belong", "we will get there" and "reach out for the skies" ON THE TRAIN! yeah. i bet everyone was enjoyin it. we sing nice wad.. HAHA. yeah. i rmb last yr we sang "this love" by maroon 5 on the train. and the lady in frunnof us was sorta like dancing!! haha!! hilarious. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanne sing more next time ok? even after the class splits up, go home with you still ok? muacks&lt;3 Joanne rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah. shitted lor. my indiv i realised is super bland. cuz i suck at chinese la no choice! blEAH. but the grp work is nice to us! : D yeah. haa. i dunt wanna screw bio on thursday! MUST HUG MY 88888888 COUSIN! HE TURNED ONE ON 28 JULY! (long time ago i know) BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY TERRY! I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH. YOU ARE SOOOO CUTE. AND YOU ARE MY 88888888 BABY.. PLS BLESS ME AND ALL THE 206ERS WITH GD MARKS FOR BIO (but giveme higher marks la)! I LOVE YOU TERRY MY BABY &lt;33 *HUGS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite onto zuoye. bleh. tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112300688007876594?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112300688007876594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112300688007876594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112300688007876594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112300688007876594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112265295281542259</id><published>2005-07-29T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:34:26.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>heya! long time no post. no one reads this blog anyway : )&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im channeling all my energy towards work. and yet, my grades are so frickin screwed!!?!&lt;br /&gt;its so frickin unfair how some ppl can score and i just cant! si3 du2. i just si3 du2. but its really all i can do..&lt;br /&gt;3sci+geog. if i dont get in, i will die an unhappy death. xD&lt;br /&gt;shiao is very amused at the way i talked to kok's seniors. : ) stupid kok spoiled everything by walking away. hah. CD was amusing.. wonder why everyone always laughs at me.. :( maybe cuz i always screw my lines up! haha not my fault wht.. i cant speak chinese for nuts! x(&lt;br /&gt;TO DO LIST:&lt;br /&gt;-study for bio eoi&lt;br /&gt;-CHINESE PT INDIV (ONE LAST BLOODY SLIDE!)&lt;br /&gt;-chinese pt grp (presentatn on thursday.)&lt;br /&gt;-practise math; do math ws that i didnt complete&lt;br /&gt;-re-read an inspector calls&lt;br /&gt;-geoggy common test (summative) WEEK 7&lt;br /&gt;-lit SA WEEK 8&lt;br /&gt;-math pythagora, trigo, mensuration WEEK 8&lt;br /&gt;-history post-war probs WEEK 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need that Felix whatever harry potter had. i need LUCK. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112265295281542259?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112265295281542259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112265295281542259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112265295281542259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112265295281542259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112177110253796617</id><published>2005-07-19T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T19:05:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee</title><content type='html'>heya! chionging geog indiv now. jus added some stuff to the geog grp component.. MANN! squeeze like hell! x.X i think if make the font size bigger and go through the tedious task of cutting and pasting (manually), it can fit well onto A3 size paper. i hope! xD anw surprisingly i find it quite fun making my geog indiv now.. letting my creativity flow x) not counting the academic parts though. : ( whoops!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. today joanne and i were going home la. then we took bus to dhoby ghaut mrt. and then we walked and walked. past the bus stop. we were standing behind the glass doors, behind this SJI person. and we expected to have to push open the doors ourselves, of course...&lt;br /&gt;then he so gentlemanly! he turned and held the door open for us. and we were abit taken aback. haha.. damn rare! x) haha. he was this SJI upper sec guy with shirt untucked and spiked hair but damn nice look and damn nice manners of course. whooot joanne and i were laughing like some despo idiots which we are NOT, btw. we were just commenting about how horribly rare it was for s'porean guys to be so gentlemanly, is all. =)&lt;br /&gt;ack gotta finish geog. tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112177110253796617?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112177110253796617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112177110253796617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112177110253796617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112177110253796617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/07/whee.html' title='whee'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112135373049332089</id><published>2005-07-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:30:18.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmph</title><content type='html'>bad day...&lt;br /&gt;i am damn pissed at my dad la. dun let me watch Lost. like wtf?! not fair.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt seem to believe that im guai. i am guai.. RIGHT?? ahaha maybe im not guai enough! my stupid dad keeps nagging at me to study..all at the wrong times lor pls. everytime im feeling tired he will appear and nag like shit. he is worse than mrs poon lor seriously. hmm so now im doing math..and blogging at the same time la.&lt;br /&gt;btw my other com baozha-ed. i knew this day would come. it has been arnd since like 1998? mhmm..dunno what's gna happen to it though.&lt;br /&gt;today..today was ACP. aesthetics class party..issit? sth like that. chloe and i made the sushi!! aha! everyone was koping the ends of the rolls! and trust me there was ALOTALOT of ends!! cuz we cut so uneven! xD "lettuce carn't be eaten raw!" erm that is bull?!?! we are like 50 years younger than her and WE know lettuce can be eaten raw. and YES AGAIN, 206 rocked la! the ACP was a roaring success!!!(according to poon) am i exaggerating? x)&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was swim meet! RFFLES PWNED THE SWIM MEET except for B Div boys..haha. kok ws like damn pissed at the ri guys behind us for throwing paper, etc at her. i dint feel anything.. a balloon did thonk my head though! but being the nice, mature lady that i am, i handed it back without a word. the only way to stop 'em is to act like you're not bothered.;)&lt;br /&gt;haha, gtg! bbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112135373049332089?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112135373049332089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112135373049332089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112135373049332089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112135373049332089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/07/mmph.html' title='mmph'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112109644016679745</id><published>2005-07-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:41:07.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; 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Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;personality&lt;/a&gt; tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112109644016679745?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112109644016679745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112109644016679745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112109644016679745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112109644016679745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/07/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112099194744858355</id><published>2005-07-10T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:39:07.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleahh</title><content type='html'>hey! haha forget my previous post. if you want. im just saying you can forget it! okok nvm. i have proof that i was PMSing (wanna see?) AHAHAH NOO! NVM!&lt;br /&gt;anyway..i am pretty much done with maths, except for one ques. shit lor! i know how to do but i carn't do it! as in, i know the method la!  but i cannot carry it out! WHY?! CUZ THE NUMBER IS TOO BIG!!!&lt;br /&gt;for god's sake.. gimme a break. math pt sucks! x) gonna ask my dad. my stupid dad who keeps boasting to me that he was the pro-est in maths in secondary school, but can't do a simple calculation while driving. =P&lt;br /&gt;let's see what else..&lt;br /&gt;things to do in the next couple of days:&lt;br /&gt;-chinese miao xie wen&lt;br /&gt;-chinese zuo ye&lt;br /&gt;-chinese jianbao (??)&lt;br /&gt;-study for history test on wed&lt;br /&gt;-maths ws1 on trigonometry&lt;br /&gt;-finish lit essay on funeral blues&lt;br /&gt;-geog pt individual&lt;br /&gt;-chinese pt group/indiv&lt;br /&gt;is that it? hope so. oh yahhh..&lt;br /&gt;-dad's/mel's/gareth gates' birthday--12th july, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;that's it!! whew. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112099194744858355?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112099194744858355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112099194744858355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112099194744858355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112099194744858355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/07/bleahh.html' title='bleahh'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112084086688776389</id><published>2005-07-09T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:41:06.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo</title><content type='html'>i somehow feel like i've withdrawn into my shell. i feel like i don't have the right, or lack the confidence rather, to be the person i love to be. but i refuse to come out... because i know deep down that the consequences would be so painful. so unbearable. i know it would sting more than ever...&lt;br /&gt;and i can't let that happen. never. i would never forgive myself. i wish i could go back in time to change things, to make amendments, and not have to sacrifice my personality. but the trouble is, no one can predict the future. if i had predicted the future then, well, life wouldn't be a problem now.&lt;br /&gt;i am acting this way because im learning from my past mistakes. sometimes, in order to achieve your ultimate goals, your hopes and dreams, and all you've ever lived for, you have to make sacrifices. maybe there's a way in which i don't have to make this sacrifice. but hey, maybe im just too stupid to know what it is. and i don't want to know. because it seems like dang hard work, and that ain't my style. i shall do things my way and be however i want to be to achieve my goal, to wash away my fucking*** sins.&lt;br /&gt;and if you think you can change me, go ahead and try. go ahead, insult me. hurt me. bruise me with your bullshit***.&lt;br /&gt;but bullshit is bullshit, and all it does is stink. it won't change what i think.. i could just take a bath. so if you've got some bullshit up your sleeve and you're thinking of throwing it at me, then eat it and piss off.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a life to mend, and i don't need fucking bullshit as an obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;-whitewave~&lt;br /&gt;***no offence, guys, it's just for the effect=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112084086688776389?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112084086688776389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112084086688776389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112084086688776389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112084086688776389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/07/yo.html' title='yo'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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-10656938.post-112066693429157736</id><published>2005-07-07T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:22:14.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revival</title><content type='html'>hi you are honoured to be witnessing the revival of this ancient blog.&lt;br /&gt;*tribal music plays in the background*&lt;br /&gt;sorry..that is NOT right. -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway..im pretty stressed out now. hellooo let's like list out every frickin thing i've got to worry about:&lt;br /&gt;-Math PT due next week&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese PT due next month (but still..it's chinese!!)&lt;br /&gt;-RS&lt;br /&gt;-Geog PT due in 2 weeks time&lt;br /&gt;-Hist SA next week?!?!?!?11!!!1!!!!??!?!!1!//!?!&lt;br /&gt;-Lit SA in 2 weeks time!!&lt;br /&gt;-Eng SA in 3 weeks time!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Anything and everything bio (whooots mrs fahy is the bomb)&lt;br /&gt;-Math Re-test..THIS AFTERNOON! (omg i suck xD)&lt;br /&gt;-how my teeth will look and feel like in 2 months time (when i take the braces off!)&lt;br /&gt;-uhh still got what. aiya i dunno la, but there's gotta be something -.-"""&lt;br /&gt;alright my maths is screwed. i dun even care about algeBRA liao. just gotta pass this &gt;.&lt; dunno how im supposed to ace lit, i dunt gid a single thang about those poems?! as in, after mrs yue goes through em i know la..but before that, whew, i have a really tough time! im super scared i will get D for the essay! cuz i kinda rushed thru it?????&lt;br /&gt;oh nooo dude,this is SO SCREWED and SO WRONG. aghh @#$!@$ +__+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha if i weren't alive, i'd be dead right now seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.=)&lt;br /&gt;-whitewave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10656938-112066693429157736?l=farquhar-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/feeds/112066693429157736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10656938&amp;postID=112066693429157736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112066693429157736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10656938/posts/default/112066693429157736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farquhar-.blogspot.com/2005/07/revival.html' title='revival'/><author><name>i walk a lonely road</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15719598032355680672</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>
