<?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-5992319353341372770</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:13:48.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qui vivra verra.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-548468336200114232</id><published>2009-06-10T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:30:58.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dang it, sometimes i'm just too darn lazy to update this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay as some may have noticed, i've reverted back mostly yo using fully-spelled words lol. instead of short forms like "urself" and "tomoro" and "4eva" haha. because i realized (whatever man realised realized stupid mac dictionary still the same right?!) that the short forms look gross. haha. sentences without punctuation at the ends still look gross ah. like 'where are you" or "so you coming anot" or "you compile the gpp can" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to chronology mode. today we had 09SH27 barbeque. basically i just sat there waiting to be served. *grins sheepishly* haha. ok i was plain lazy. thanks guys. because when doing bbq there's always someone telling you how to make the flame, start the flame, you're doing it wrong, you noob. oh all that. so yeah. then i played L4D. fun, but not so much. later i gave up on being anti-social and went to play games with the class. played all sorts of games including a retarded one made by zhong yicen which almost everyone didn't know how to play at all. then we cleaned up, played alot with the fairprice trolley, attracting some unwanted attention from the condo residents and a visit from the condo security guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we all made our way home. the guys totally pangseh-ed jeremy tan and I, as we busied ourselves getting that infernal trolley down staircases and out of the condo back to fairprice at tiong bahru plaza. they, well, conveniently "forgot" i guess. i hate it when such things happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, all that dick about professionals not being professionals has been vented on my facebook account. i've got alot to say this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what happened yesterday, when going home from IMRE. oh yeah IMRE is a real cool place, damn high tech, damn comfy, quite cool overall. can't go into specifics though later i kena sued cos the stuff later confidential or what crap. but the equipment really expensive, and it sometimes scares the shite outta me when i think of spoiling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, back to the going home part. i took train back from clementi to jurong east, then transferred to red line and headed back to yishun. so on the green line train, i saw this okay looking guy, about my age or maybe 1 year younger. he looked sorta matured with a reasonable logic. a cool looking dude overall. he was reading some book, so i stereotypically thought that he was an intellectual. maybe. so then we reached jurong east station. there was an empty train waiting at the middle platform, for people going towards marina bay on the red line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so y'know, you expect people to rush and surge and jostle their way to the middle cabin. mostly will be ah mahs and aunties lah. expected. this ain't stereotypical here. what shocked me was that the sonofabitch asshole young guy also ran, clutching his sling bag like some desperate mutherfucka, into the train at the middle platform. i thought he was going to go through to the other platform side, but he instead sat down. a young boy, with so much more education and moral imprinted into his numb skull from young, rushing like a desperate old fool just to get a seat. shocked me. i thought youngsters would never do that. i mean, i know much better than to do that. its just plain stupid lah. and the dumb thing is that it totally ruined his "cool" image. dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, enough of rambling for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna say this in conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;ooh eee ooh aah aah, ching chang walla walla bing bang. hahaha. from the witch doctor. its mysteriously and stupidly been in my head all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-548468336200114232?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/548468336200114232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=548468336200114232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/548468336200114232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/548468336200114232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2009/06/dang-it-sometimes-im-just-too-darn-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-3630112610317296590</id><published>2009-03-01T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:24:44.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol i'm damn zai at answering qusetions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went out for lunch with OG. quite crazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;cos we sat on the floor in J8 and played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;so we looked like spastic things in NJ uniform spinning a retarded?&lt;br /&gt;bottle.&lt;br /&gt;which was is the centre.&lt;br /&gt;oh and we combined it with the thumb game, courtesy of deon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i so suay kena like 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i can become politician already cos i answer the question but never answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew hazel at orientation yah. oreintation. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm laughing to myself. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...homework is piling up, and i'm quite lagging behind.&lt;br /&gt;alot of stuffs to do, so i don't intend to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;or stop soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-3630112610317296590?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3630112610317296590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=3630112610317296590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3630112610317296590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3630112610317296590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol-im-damn-zai-at-answering-qusetions.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-5047281340255509771</id><published>2009-02-12T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:47:08.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm. where should i begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last week of oreintation has beeen sorta okay. what with my OG bring quite mundane and all. its all because of the girls. so anti-guy-social. lol but at least its better than high girls who are like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad to be in NJC anyway. its a nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but their oreintation system is screwed lol.&lt;br /&gt;we still don't know our classes.&lt;br /&gt;i have the nagging feeling that my OG is on the verge of splitting into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;or at least 20-something pieces..&lt;br /&gt;i think the guys will remain pretty close, but the girls..&lt;br /&gt;oh well i'll just say that if i chance upon them along a corridor or somewhere in the future, no recognition will be given and no greetings exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;its always like that.&lt;br /&gt;unless you'd be so retarded as to say 'hi' to someone who is dao-ing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about my OG..super dull and a bit lifeless OG lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes have started, and they're ok so far. physics is really boring, so is economics.&lt;br /&gt;GP is interesting, and so is maths.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, maths is the most interesting of all. weird lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really have to learn to block out the daily distractions, which are, of course, known to those who know me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now back to studies.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it, only 1 and a half week into JC-life and i'm already studying as if i'm taking As, what, next term?&lt;br /&gt;no wonder people say NJCians all muggers.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still proud to be a NJCian!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-5047281340255509771?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/5047281340255509771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=5047281340255509771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-8681713140870337415?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/8681713140870337415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=8681713140870337415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/8681713140870337415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/8681713140870337415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-i-gotta-find-new-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-1117457186627696960</id><published>2009-01-24T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:26:04.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i realised that my last post was like last year?&lt;br /&gt;lol rott lah for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lotsa things have happened since then..&lt;br /&gt;lemme see. okay organised recount haha.&lt;br /&gt;1) O level results..i'm happy with my score thats all i'll say.&lt;br /&gt;2) i got an Xbox 360! free. with 4 games..though 3 were boring.&lt;br /&gt;3) JC selection..HC, RI, VJ, NJ.&lt;br /&gt;(slightly screwed though. dunno what's going on in the lump of grey matter up there. hurting? senseless.)&lt;br /&gt;4) i bought forza 2...bloody hard to play.&lt;br /&gt;5) chinese new year da sao chu..fuck i hate it! so ma fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats not really alot. i forgot the rest in between haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i bought cny clothes. one shirt. haha okay cny cloth cos not plural. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks yilin and ainslie for the treat lol.&lt;br /&gt;thank my history teacher man. he's imba. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;no swensons ice cream then macs. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and nice talking to y'all lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;hurting. dunno if i should still stick around the likes of such. senseless. hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-1117457186627696960?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-7349141853817372923</id><published>2008-12-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:32:20.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i'm officially leaving tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheerio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-7349141853817372923?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/7349141853817372923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=7349141853817372923' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas everyone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a Happy New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to Malaysia again from 27th to 2nd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so all messages will be ignored and calls rejected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like anyone will..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-353353219948785410?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/353353219948785410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=353353219948785410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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"&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Italicize the statements that you WISH are true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Fibs alone&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 5 guys to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I miss somebody right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't watch TV these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I curse sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm totally smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have long hair.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I have at least one sibling. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have a lot of mood swings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I would rather shop then eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I have a cell phone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I have a lot to learn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I love Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have dated a close friends's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy at this moment! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I'm obsessed with girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a good boy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I love my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I hate office jobs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love sci-fi movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I think water rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like sausage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can pick up things with my toes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can't whistle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(30, 22, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I can't stand at least one person that I work with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I know what cosplaying is. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;I only clean my room when necessary. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-4106351018157112222</id><published>2008-12-19T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:51:46.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh cool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;1. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;My friends&lt;/i&gt; are just friends.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;I am listening to&lt;/i&gt; the sound of noisy air-cons.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Maybe i should learn to&lt;/i&gt; block off outside sounds&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;I love something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;My plan is&lt;/i&gt; to make a holiday plan.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;I don't understand why&lt;/i&gt; i need to make a holiday plan.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;I lost&lt;/i&gt; much sleep the past few nights.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;People say&lt;/i&gt; that i'm fat. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;I am missing&lt;/i&gt; my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Love is &lt;/i&gt;somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Somewhere&lt;/i&gt;, love is.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;I am always searching for&lt;/i&gt; love, which is somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Forever&lt;/i&gt;, i am searching lor love, which is somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;I never want&lt;/i&gt; to search for love, actually.&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;My mobile phone &lt;/i&gt;has been dropped several times over.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;When i wake up in the morning,&lt;/i&gt; i usually go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;I get annoyed when&lt;/i&gt; i wake up later than 10am.&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Parties stands for&lt;/i&gt; nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Hugs or kisses?&lt;/i&gt; Hugs?&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Today&lt;/i&gt; is some newspaper thingy.&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/i&gt; is not some newspaper thingy.&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;I really want &lt;/i&gt;for Chrstmas, some snow.&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;I love&lt;/i&gt; snow.&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;What is your phone brand?&lt;/i&gt; Sony. Eriksson. or something.&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;What is the last 3 digits in your phone number?&lt;/i&gt; 999. Call me!&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?&lt;/i&gt; So long.&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Who was the last person you rang?&lt;/i&gt; 600. Accidentally left my keypad unlocked.&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Who was the last missed call from?&lt;/i&gt; Unknown. No caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;What does the oldest msg in your inbox say? &lt;/i&gt;Yea? lol sry i neva check my fone..&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Who comes after J?&lt;/i&gt; Kay.&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Go to your sent messages - What does the tenth message say?&lt;/i&gt; Aw. I just deleted them earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Who is your network provider?&lt;/i&gt; SingTel.&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;How many messages are there in your inbox?&lt;/i&gt; 11. Just cleared.&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Who do you have on speed dail 3?&lt;/i&gt; Wtf I hate that function.&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;If you are on prepaid card, how much credict do you have?&lt;/i&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;Who's the first person who comes after C?&lt;/i&gt; Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'GoudyOIS BT'; "&gt;What do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;/i&gt; i don't use ringtones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-4106351018157112222?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4106351018157112222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=4106351018157112222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4106351018157112222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4106351018157112222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/12/ooh-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-5153476428831341359</id><published>2008-12-19T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:23:16.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pissed with my parents lah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they really never seem to keep their word. last year they were all "Oh sure, go, carry on" when i brought up the subject of taking on a new language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time, my dad went back on his word and refused to let me take the course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok probably he was shocked by the fees..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he said something like "taking French now has no practical use blah blah blah...i'd rather you take Malay because next time when we go to Malaysia you can help me..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was really like "WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT" in my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically, he refuses to let me take up French.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLOODY HELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall not curse my parents..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall not curse my parents..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to take up the Private Pilot's License leh. but the max degree for the eyes are set at 400?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mine is like 600++?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although they put there that conditions apply and that i think there may be exceptions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but everytime i bring up the subject of taking up a course, my folks just like wave it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too busy..don't want to answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how am i ever going to get their fucking permission?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just so fucking irritaing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i can't go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a slight sore throat and a cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my parents say i should stay at home and rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom say cough can turn out to be fatal. i'm highly skeptical it'll occur to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so they don't allow me to go out, not even to friends' houses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cousin asked me to help out at his mom's store, lack of manpower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now my parents are all like "Oh sure, go go, get more experience"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck i just think they don't want me to play computer or consoles or any kind of game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they just want to restrict me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they don't want me to play, but since its holidays and my O levels are long over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they have to come up with excuses to stop me from going out to my friend's house to entertain myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck this is hard to fully elaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-5153476428831341359?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/5153476428831341359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=5153476428831341359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/5153476428831341359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/5153476428831341359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/12/pissed-with-my-parents-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-4579947954674423509</id><published>2008-11-29T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:38:58.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i just got back from malaysia yesterday... it was uneventful in a good way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i climbed gunung brinchang! yeah! it was way cool. we were really high up, in the clouds and all.&lt;br /&gt;and it was seriously freezing cold. 2,032 m. scenery was beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;got to say the atmosphere is much better than genting highlands'.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i went to cameron highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went cycling today..very tiring cos i was already quite tired out from the trek in cameron..&lt;br /&gt;delivered the bicycle pump to john lau...eh u owe me one haha. jk.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..the worst part of it was i dropped my handphone while i was cycling.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i backtracked 3 times..&lt;br /&gt;looked at the pavement..the grass..the road..and couldn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;so up till now, i've misplaced my handphone a grand total of 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;*but they all cost below $100 so not that serious?*&lt;br /&gt;haha. doubt i'll be getting a new phone soon..dad's pissed.&lt;br /&gt;his rationale is..all weirded up lah.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll be using msn quite frequently now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i got a new digital camera. Sony DSC W120 i think. i like it. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now my dad isn't letting me go to my cousins' house to play their com.&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before Os my parents were all "oh, you can do anything you like after Os are over..ANYTHING"&lt;br /&gt;look now. yah sure anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piece of advice: don't take your parents' words seriously.&lt;br /&gt;mine thinks i'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, for all those that are bimbo or ah lian or posers, stop reading here.&lt;br /&gt;ok girls should stop reading here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;that's right.&lt;br /&gt;i think singapore has got the largest percentage of intellectual girls in SEA.&lt;br /&gt;but most of them are all..wrong.&lt;br /&gt;translucent FBTs..miniskirts..i shall not list the rest..&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me they wear it out of convenience.&lt;br /&gt;its a really bad excuse.&lt;br /&gt;must why don't wear anything?&lt;br /&gt;i really feel, at times, that if you put a girl with:&lt;br /&gt;1) high heels&lt;br /&gt;2) very short miniskirt&lt;br /&gt;3) very revealing top (eg. sleeveless and showing strap)&lt;br /&gt;4) slightly excessive make up&lt;br /&gt;on a road in geylang, she'd really fit in.&lt;br /&gt;with the prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;what are they trying to dress like? hookers?&lt;br /&gt;can't bear the female population looking like hookers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you find a decent and good looking girl?&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me in the elite schools.&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me in RGS or CGS or CGSS or RJC or HCJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad for girls that read all the way. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-4579947954674423509?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4579947954674423509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=4579947954674423509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4579947954674423509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4579947954674423509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-just-got-back-from-malaysia.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-1999399967161772020</id><published>2008-11-21T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:52:24.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. weird holiday haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back! just after i left this morning haha. cos some stupid monkey ran across the path of our car..&lt;br /&gt;so no time to stop so..wham.&lt;br /&gt;stupid thing. it chose to run across the road between two cars going at over 100km/h...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how humans could have ever evolved from monkeys...&lt;br /&gt;so our radiator kena, front bumper kena, front light also kena..end up cannot drive cause the engine may overheat..&lt;br /&gt;so called tow truck and took a ride 40 km to the nearest repair shop.&lt;br /&gt;my goodness it was long. we rode in the car atop a flatbed tow truck. hahah. so cool.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, to cut the long sotry short..i'm back, car's back for repairs..and i'm stuck here for about 2 days or so?&lt;br /&gt;my goodness what a weird turn to my holiday. all cause of a damn monkey, or else i'd be in cameron highlands by now.&lt;br /&gt;oh well at least thank God nothing serious happened to us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm stuck back in singapore..again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-1999399967161772020?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/1999399967161772020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=1999399967161772020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1999399967161772020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1999399967161772020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay_21.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-817823867753396284</id><published>2008-11-20T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:07:17.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to change my blog skin. it totally doesn't fit my mood or feelings at all.. actually it looks quite lame to me. but i don't know how to retain all the posts and whatever-stuffs. oh well. Os are over, time is abundant. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chalet was fun..just came back yesterday morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the irritating part was that aunties kept bugging us. first was one of the staff who drove us out of the chalet cos she said we hadn't yet checked in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another was the bicycle rental shop lady who made false accusations with a very superiorist attitude..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last one was an auntie who told me off cos my friend brought his bike into the kopitiam..not even my business..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the fun parts were the night cycling. we cycled from aloha loyang to airport road, which is pretty damn far..more than the length of 3 airport runways..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the bridge sessions with our ex-teachers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the murderer and polar bear game (i won the polar bear game! woohoo haha!)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the barbeque too.. the beer-drinking by my friends.. was slightly unsettling to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but on the whole, it was quite cool.. i slept a total of 7 hours in 2 nights, which is actually quite a lot for a chalet haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool! thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finally got the pics from Grad Nite and uploaded them onto facebook.. finally.. thanks guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm leaving for malaysia tomorrow..cameron highlands.. hope it'll be fun.. anyway..don't message me or call me for the next 8 days..or else you'll have to pay an extra 50 cents per message i think. all i know is that there's extra cost. okay then. final post for the next 8 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-817823867753396284?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/817823867753396284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=817823867753396284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/817823867753396284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/817823867753396284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-2973372142266922270</id><published>2008-11-17T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:06:02.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suck. looks like the girl i used to be obsessed over didn't turn out so well after all. can tell. almost like one of those..idiot pigs out there.. except with a much higher mental capacity.. but still almost the same in personality? sigh. my obsession has officially ceased.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weirong, your standards don't look so high anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay today's 4/3 CHALET!!! shiok! i've been looking forward to this day for quite awhile. my holiday turned out to be quite packed.. anyway. hope it'll be really fun. can stay out late, can cycle at night, can basically do whatever you want. yeah..that's what i like! but not so sure about the cycling part, though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all because of my foot. pain pain pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went cycling with my relatives &amp;amp; cousins yesterday at east coast. the rental fee was sky high man! $5 just for 2 hours! in ubin, you can get a rental fee of $5 for the whole damn day! retarded. all the tourists kena scammed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we ended up renting it, cos i think it's only the second time i've done it. anyway, we cycled for an hour..ended up squashing my foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos that stupid bicycle feel down, then the whole weight of the bicycle, concentrated in the handlebar, came smashing onto my foot. yeow. damn pain. it still hurts today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. hope still can cycle for chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be going to Cameron Highlands in about 4 days time..for about a week.. so whoever messages my handphone then..sorry you've just added an extra 50 cents to your phone bill! okay, main point is don't message me after friday, till next friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah, i'm looking forward to 6B class chalet too. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-2973372142266922270?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/2973372142266922270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=2973372142266922270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2973372142266922270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2973372142266922270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/11/suck.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-3611616092483213001</id><published>2008-11-09T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:56:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. its all right. no, not forgive you. forgive me.&lt;div&gt;sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, lets put it all behind us shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just forget about it and move on :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yea, lets not bring up this topic ever again. sorry. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-3611616092483213001?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3611616092483213001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=3611616092483213001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3611616092483213001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3611616092483213001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-6687181838630061205</id><published>2008-11-08T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:07:39.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freaking irritating. why does cambridge bloody hell want half a freaking week just to hold two MCQ papers?! waste of time. then have to endure 3 extra days of suffering via studying.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was just thinking of friends..just to pen down my thoughts. or type down rather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i was thinking of one friend in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shan't say who lah of course. a friend is someone who you can share your worries, thoughts, concern, troubles, joys and laughter with right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this friend of mine..always mood swing. and when i share my worries with this friend, there's like no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, nothing is said in return. like no condolences, no assurances, no nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then sometimes this friend just abruptly cuts me off in the middle of what i'm trying to say. like when i'm complaining about something, this friend just doesn't give a damn like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this friend just cuts me off in the middle, but not only that, this friend also changes the whole bloody topic. like he's not listening at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then when i complain about someone else (sorry i know i complain a lot but friends do lend a ear still right?), he just tells me "go tell him lah". what a pleasant response lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T WANT TO TELL WHOEVER I'M COMPLAINING ABOUT THAT'S WHY I TELL MY FRIEND RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really can't take it lah is this a friend or what? then when he tells me about his relationship problems i will listen and at least respond what..he doesn't even respond la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some friend man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, twin. why you jealous about me liking another person? i mean, we're just "twins".. sorry i didn't about this on the phone that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay remember the time i last told you i liked you? you rejected me, didn't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we remained as friends, ya. no relationship, just friends, since you also agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the natural thing for me, or any other guy placed in that situation, to do is to move on right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from my point of view, that was a really stupid thing to do. wasting my effort on a girl that i earnestly felt would not fall for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make no mistake, i'm not one who would pester girls for their affection or whatever.. i don't see it as determination, or "not giving up". i simply see it as pestering, irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live and let live, ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i moved on. let go, or at least try to. i guessed it was alright for me to permit myself to fall for other girls, since the one i had fallen for wouldn't fall for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i don't need your permission to like other girls if you don't like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so why are you jealous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and why'd you call me fickle-minded or frivolous that day? okay i don't mean to be thick skin or anything. i'm now merely expressing my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone in your situation would only be jealous if one still likes the other party, right? i mean, from my viewpoint, there's no other reason for it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it would mean that you still like me, which is why you are jealous of me liking someone else, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;excuse me for my supreme and utter lack of intelligence if i'm wrong. if i am mistaken, i'd be really ashamed. if i'm wrong, please do tell me why you really feel jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if i am, it would explain why you're jealous. cos jealousy only arises cos of possessive feeling right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok from what i see, jealously is linked to love, or like. can't think of anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if you are my friend, then why'd you feel jealous when i like someone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see what i mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so please help me to clear this fog of confusion. if its anyone that's frivolous, no offense, but i think its you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so well, after a lengthy deluge of my feelings and muddled emotions, i think i'm not that stressed already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darn, i don't know. if i'm wrong, twin, forgive me. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-6687181838630061205?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/6687181838630061205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=6687181838630061205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6687181838630061205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6687181838630061205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/11/freaking-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-4880742791419301329</id><published>2008-11-03T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:09:13.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay obsession sorta ending..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sian lah Os so sian. now i really wish it's over as fast as possible. who cares about time to study?! faster end! i wanna slack! relack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SS is gonna be over today. geog in 2 or 3 days i duno how to count. because i forgot how to do maths already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,0"? queer looking symbols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love english songs! oh yea. on to Os.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-4880742791419301329?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4880742791419301329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=4880742791419301329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4880742791419301329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4880742791419301329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-obsession-sorta-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-3109305543052968209</id><published>2008-10-30T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:58:13.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now, i feel really bored.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o levels is more than halfway through..feeling more sian than ever still though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far, my english and physics papers really sucked..there's this nagging feeling that my L1R5 won't fare so well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i shall refrain from talking about tee-jay-cube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worrying about the next few exams..especially social studies and human geography..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have this feeling that, i want Os to pass by faster so can relax. but at the same time i also don't want it to pass faster, because i want the time to study.. so i'm in a dilemma. but even if i got the time i'm also not making good use of it...shite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg la. i saw a really pretty girl today. zzz. can't get her out of my mind. she's not someone i know, but i saw her 3 times so far.. once at pizza hut and twice at mrt..oh sian.. omg and she talked to me..oh sian..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope obsession or infatuation doesn't come into play here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just keep trying to convince myself that it won't happen. bigger shite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-3109305543052968209?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3109305543052968209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=3109305543052968209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3109305543052968209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3109305543052968209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-i-feel-really-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-1841712777166068559</id><published>2008-10-04T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:00:10.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that what i say to o levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have the pleasure of inserting 'off' or '-ed up' or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually, i think there's only one thing in this world that cant be described.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;notice i said thing, not person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thing is tan jia jin. joke. tee-jay-cube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so horrendous that there's no single, negative word that can possibly describe him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all bad qualities that you think your friend has, or mom or dad or sibling has, he has it. you name it, he has it. apart from being naggy (that's still well-intentioned). and other negative but well-intentioned stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking joke. make me pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-1841712777166068559?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/1841712777166068559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=1841712777166068559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1841712777166068559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1841712777166068559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-1870427231203797808</id><published>2008-09-11T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:00:04.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nevermind. now prelims have come, going soon in 5 days. ok not that soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i was thinking about the term 'generation degradation' - coined by weirong - some days back, and i just felt like its not entirely true. yes, the younger generation has really degraded. no, not only them. looking at everyone..i guess it started from the top down. in terms of age. okay not the adult population - above say, 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the JC, Uni and first few years of work people. when i was in P4, i used to think that 'Whoa, the P6s and above, really quite mature.' they held themselves up as more dignified and refined. better values, better behavior, generally better personalities. i really did look up to most of them, those of my brother's age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then when i was Sec 1 &amp;amp; 2, i used to think that the guys in the school that were 2 years my senior, had those same qualities. more promising generation. and i especially noticed the older girls. (sorry lah despo year for me lol) they were really quite zai. so refined! much different from this generation. i used to respect them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then boom. Sec 3 &amp;amp; 4, here i am. look at JC girls. where did the term skirts go to? substituted into the word equation 'short' of 'mini' or 'ultra-super-duber-uber-short'. ALL OF THEM WEAR SHORT SKIRTS. honestly, the longest i've ever seen is down till knee length, but the knee's still visible. even so, its on a rare occasion. short short short short short. some even go so short that you'd be surprised if your knickers are longer than them. joking lol. going to reach the not-so-short FBT height liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at them! no maturity also. jumping around in public. talking loudly and over-animatedly. acting like people  who went into Woodbridge, released, then admitted herself in again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know where that genteelness went to. generation degradation - in both ways up and down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-1870427231203797808?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/1870427231203797808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=1870427231203797808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1870427231203797808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1870427231203797808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/09/nevermind.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-8358101759305235498</id><published>2008-09-07T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:25:39.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF singapore is ranked 29 in the "List of countries by number of total troops" in Wikipedia! OMG! out of 165 nations!! so zai meh?! 469300 total troops. 117.33 troops per 1000 citizens. damn zai lol. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoa. and its ranked 62 in the "List of countries by number of active troops". 60500 active troops. whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;malaysia is ranked 62 in the "List of countries by number of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;total&lt;/span&gt; troops". so suck meh? i always thought malaysia has more troops than singapore.. crazy.. and its ranked 42 in the "List of countries by number of active troops".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singapore is ranked 29 in total troops, 469300 total, 117.33 per 1000 citizens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singapore is ranked 62 in active troops, 60500 active.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;malaysia is ranked 62 in total troops, 171000 total, 6.17 per 1000 citizens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;malaysia is ranked 42 in active troops, 110000 active.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singapore's total troops still owns malaysia's man! siao, i don't believe what i am seeing..and just typed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-8358101759305235498?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/8358101759305235498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=8358101759305235498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/8358101759305235498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/8358101759305235498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/09/wtf-singapore-is-ranked-29-in-list-of.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-1046499267437990833</id><published>2008-09-07T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:26:29.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;okay i'm just here to put down something stupid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;i&gt;taken from Wikipedia, article on Okha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 19.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia"&gt;"The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yokosuka_Naval_Air_Technical_Arsenal"&gt;Yokosuka&lt;/a&gt; MXY-7 Ohka, (&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Hiragino Mincho ProN"&gt;櫻花&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherry_blossom"&gt;cherry blossom&lt;/a&gt;", &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hepburn_romanization"&gt;Hebon-shiki&lt;/a&gt; transcription Ōka, ) was a purpose-built, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rocket"&gt;rocket&lt;/a&gt; powered &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamikaze"&gt;kamikaze&lt;/a&gt; aircraft employed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan"&gt;Japan&lt;/a&gt; towards the end of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_II"&gt;World War II&lt;/a&gt;. The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt; gave the aircraft the name Baka (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_language"&gt;Japanese&lt;/a&gt; for "idiot")."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 19.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 19.0px; font: 12.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;i didn't know the Americans could be so lame. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-1046499267437990833?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/1046499267437990833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=1046499267437990833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1046499267437990833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1046499267437990833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-2107895579018053674</id><published>2008-09-02T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T02:46:34.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay that's stupid but true. lets say that was a generalization shall we? not all girls and guys think that way. but most do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all them idiots all ruining their lives. each man (and woman) for him/herself. money &amp;amp; sex. that's two of the biggest things in demand nowadays. movies promote it, tv promotes it. hell, even singaporean companies are indirectly encouraging the latter. singtel grid girls and magnum ice cream? stupid adverts. its no wonder the younger generation's slowly going to the dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Jaw, that's damn selfish lah. must at least do something right. like sit aside and watch humans slowly kill themselves. haha. i don't think we can do anything. i bet most others would reject the whole idea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sadist. since when did God come into this equation? yeah, He's always has been there for me. but for you? since when?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh and i'm damn pissed already lah. everyday you insult God in front of me. if you don't give a damn about God, then at least spare a thought for my religion can? can you respect what I believe in? insulting what someone believes in right in front of the person is just plain rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its not Man's nature to be enticed by God. i think the paradox quite lies in you, right? are you enticed by God? i certainly think not. in the Bible, Man's nature was to reject God. even the Bible says that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have the control, yeah. you have the control over what happens to you. in the choices you make. but do you think you possess total control over your life? accidents? mishaps? coincidences? disasters? do you still have the control? i'd rather die Christian, knowing i'd go to Heaven. you have control over the paths you take, the decisions you make. and most want to take the hard way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in retrospect of all your previous comments on Christianity, i'd like to point out one thing. Christianity doesn't aim to brainwash you. why would it want to? money? offering is optional; as you said, you're in control. what else? loyalty? for what purposes? why brainwash? i see no logic behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you really like to burn in hell for eternity? try putting a small lighted match to your finger, and hold it there until it goes out. imagine that pain, all over and lasting forever. not only on your finger, mind you. you know why Christians bring friends to church? partly because we want to, according to pastors, 'let others know the love of God'. i know you'd probably be saying 'bah, humbug' or probably worse. but never mind, you can choose not to believe in it. but another part is that we care for you guys. personally. cause it's said that Heaven is right beside Hell. the worst part is that when we enter Heaven, we'd hear all those unsaved souls in Hell, screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that sounds pretty bad to me. so don't just dismiss a friend's attempt to convert you because you think s/he wants to brainwash you. sometimes, the guy just cares for you as a friend can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can taunt, tease and torment me for all you want, but i won't give up Christianity. i believe in God. if you don't and have reasons for doing so, so be it. if you want to condemn yourself, so be it. but don't condemn others by spreading your 'gospel'. you can live your life as you want it, but do me a favor: keep your comments about Christianity to yourself, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and be mindful of the future after death. no one knows for sure what comes after death, but at least those who have a religion know better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;memores acti prudentes futuri. Gloria Patri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-2107895579018053674?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/2107895579018053674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=2107895579018053674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2107895579018053674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2107895579018053674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-thats-stupid-but-true.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-4597396507724814129</id><published>2008-08-30T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:21:07.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah wtf. ah bengs are still the worst. at least there's something likable about ah lians or bimbos or hookers and whatnot. what is attractive about ah bengs?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a guy, i obviously don't see much. in fact, i see nothing. start from the head. hair? like crap, try to look cool with porcupine heads or grossly golden dye. face? nothing to say. accessories? sunglasses when its raining. piercing all over their ears, noses (look like gay bulls), ears, lips, tongues. fuck. i hope they rust cos of the weather this few days. upper half? stupid skin tight shirts or singlets. long sleeved shirts in singapore. lower half? okay i hate this part the most. skinnies. do they think they look SEXY?! at least for girls, its not all that bad. but for guys? no way please. makes them look like 'cool' wussies. footwear? sneakers of all sorts of obscenely mismatched colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall, hair - no, face - faeces, accessories - atrocities, upper half - nope, lower half - nah, footwear -nada. SO WHAT THE FUCK DO GIRLS SEE IN GUYS LIKE THAT? don't mind my language; i wanna be 'cool' like an ah beng, so girls will come in flocks. oh, i mean dumb ah lians that only care about looks. or money. wtf, that is obvious sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i agree with Jaw again. why dress up in such an encouraging manner? but i find knee-length skirts okay. its those half-to-quarter-thigh-length skirts that i wish to criticize. it really encourages the sex-crazed maniac. so short, what is the message that the girl is trying to tell? if someone dresses that way just because the girl dresses as she her personality goes, then i'd say fuck. what kind of personality or character does this show? flirtatious? promiscuous? tempting? sex-crazed also?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then when someone, quote, 'plays peek-a-boo', the girl blames the guy. then why still wear so high? if they want to wear such skirts, i think they have to accept the risk. i am not saying that those guys who do it are right or that the action is justified though. it's still wrong. but those girls play their own part in making it that wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, both girls and guys do have a part to play. girls instigate the sex drive, while guys witlessly follow their sex drives. what a screwed up world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blog.hopper, do i know you or you know me? ok pardon if i phrased that too brashly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-4597396507724814129?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4597396507724814129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=4597396507724814129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4597396507724814129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4597396507724814129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-8035033514711642529</id><published>2008-08-26T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:20:52.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yep i agree it doesn't, by any means, give guys the right to do anything to you girls. and, sad to say, its pathetic that a majority of guys think that way. i have many who do. 'take already then throw away.. best get as many before NS,' thats what they say. i'm quoting ah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah its a pity those low intellect girls are lured in. i think it all of us are referring to them? i dunno about y'all, but i am. they should be the ones to dress up in a more reserved manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh Jaw. lol. u damn bad, say they look like hookers.. but i guess its true, cause they really do. its them, too, who should wake up their senses. okay i like your last line. 'you want to bare, you have to bear" wake up all of you girls that mindlessly follow your sex-crazed punk boyfriends around just for 'love'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for ah beng guys, they're just too narrow-minded. i think the whole lot of them is doomed; can't even understand a simple thing, yet going around and instigating everything. if i were to blame someone, i'd blame them for starting that damned sleazy-ball rolling. if not for them, i think i'd like girls, in general, much more than i do now. punks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and okay, noob that was kinda sacarstic eh? i'd want my gf just not to be so sleazy and revealing. covering all the way, funny eh? dunno if you're here to give useful comments or useless comments..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay back to reality. O's is coming, Prelim 3 has come. die die die. must mug, don't think will be checking me blog for a few days to come. stupid O's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-8035033514711642529?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/8035033514711642529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=8035033514711642529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/8035033514711642529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/8035033514711642529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/08/yep-i-agree-it-doesnt-by-any-means-give.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-2686059798474993241</id><published>2008-08-25T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:53:16.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. blog.hopper, i'm really sorry if i have offended you, but as i have said, this is a generalization, i'm only criticizing a select group of girls. not all, okay? so if you'd like to conveniently place yourself in that category, nothing i can say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for your information, did i mention i detest the flirt, *** then dump way? probably i haven't, but for the record, i do. a lot. and i don't have any girlfriend/s. i'm no flirt, please, reason being because i've never had any girlfriend. ok i can deduce that 'noob' is either some joker from 4/3 or some guy with really really really low intellect that's just tagging for tagging's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys, yes i do admit, are the ones who demand for sex (oh fuck that star thing). however, the same goes with guys, that only a portion of us are that way. frankly, i detest that bunch, and i think they shame us. but it isn't our fault if the girls choose to hang out with them. i've seen girls dumping decent guys to go for others that, lemme say are not at all decent. honestly, i do not at all see what girls get by going out the ah beng sort. then again, if they are the ones 'demanding sex from girls', why go along? why stay with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and about dressing. both parties dress madly. bengs dress crazily and excessively, while girls dress skimpily and also excessively revealing. do they like to show that much skin? is that how you really like to dress? what, don't tell me freedom of movement. don't tell me convenience. don't tell me for the guys for or to match with the group. what do you mean by 'to be ourselves'? like how? how does bare-patches dressing convey who you really are? casually, s/he's laid back. formally, s/he's someone of rules, regulations and organization. short fbts, shirt, she's happy go lucky, at the mercy of convenience. skimpily, with artillery-heavy makeup &amp;amp; way-beyond-stilettos, what?! someone tell me, cause i'm probably too narrow-minded towards a girl's messed up style of dressing. i'm not being sacarstic anything here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep, rightly said, its an online diary. anyone can view and anyone can comment, give their views, insult, flame, anything. problem is, i'm not racist or religiously biased. whatever is said is purely my VIEWS and OPINIONS and FEELINGS. no facts, nothing of proving anything. i'm no trying to what, break up the society into separate male &amp;amp; female groups or what of those likes. just plain views and questions, and just make sure you're not too offended and angry if you want to answer them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and yes, i'm genuinely surprised someone came hopping along to view my blog to insult me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-2686059798474993241?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/2686059798474993241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=2686059798474993241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2686059798474993241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2686059798474993241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-5807556095574159658</id><published>2008-08-24T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:29:11.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i guess i'm becoming damn critical of the average singaporean girl. since none read this blog (i'm damn sure), i think i can afford to talk freely about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok on the whole, i look at most of them with just utter disdain. i think thewhole damn bunch of them are on the decline. stuff they wear are so sleazy, expose so much skin as if they're going to the beach when they're actually gonna sit in an air conditioned hall. their shoes are like, higher heels the better. go as high as the world trade centre lah. then collapse. and roman sandals too. their hair..most seem to think that the less of their face they show, the better they look. yea for the ugly ones lah, but for the better ones, why hide behind that veil? embarrassed or something? seriously i think showing the whole face is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me sexist or whatever, but i think their attitude sorta sucks too. ok i'm generalising quite a lot. i think i should refer to ah lians, but then, most girls are ah lians. aren't they? if you ask me, a pure waste of good looks. i wonder if there's any good left in them. all they do is flirt, ***, break, flirt, ***, break and repeat the whole cycle yet again.  im not sure about the *** part, but judging from what they wear, how much skin they show, how shamefully they behave in public, i think i am entitled to that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, how they dress and behave really suggests to me that all they want is money or ***.  i guess pure love is what they dream for, but what they never get cause they think it come with money AND ***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, once again, i'm grateful i have no ah lian friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i think most singaporean girls have gone down the gutter, into the drain, out the stormdrains, and into oblivion. i feel sick at them. disgusted, repulsed. sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-5807556095574159658?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/5807556095574159658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=5807556095574159658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/5807556095574159658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/5807556095574159658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-i-guess-im-becoming-damn-critical-of.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-4298172043313518637</id><published>2008-08-17T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:11:29.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i noticed that a lot of girls like to wear sandals. not normal ones. sandals as in half slippers with band-like things wrapped around their feet. actually, just picture it as a roman sandal. it bears a lot of similarity. do girls want to become romans or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably the next time i see one, i should shout "Hail, Caesar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really got damn little time to blog, let alone come online. damn prelims are coming in 1 weeks time!!! die la must mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beat tjj that stuck up ass. beat all the ns-kays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-4298172043313518637?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4298172043313518637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=4298172043313518637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4298172043313518637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4298172043313518637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-noticed-that-lot-of-girls-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-8467237372707312681</id><published>2008-08-15T05:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:40:26.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i just finished english oral yesterday. and yes, i do notice its 5.34am now. hah. nevermind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i reckon it was okay, not that bad. well, at least not as bad my chinese oral. haha. that one was really screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aw i hate jiajin. what a pesky little irritant he is. we gave him the chance to change, but he literally tore the chance up. then he comes back saying 'sorry lah i never see mah'. like that will help? and he pieced it back together with staples and said 'but wo yi jing nong hao liao ma.' fucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he ripped up his only chance, now 4/3's gonna declare war on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the stupid bastard called weirong yesterday. JUST TO TALK ABOUT HOW WELL HE DID IN ORAL. or thought he did, rather. fucking idiot man! who on earth will call you just to tell u 'eh i think my oral do until not bad leh. is it the oral easy or i too zai liao ah?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really hope he fails. if you ask me, he really deserves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-8467237372707312681?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/8467237372707312681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=8467237372707312681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/8467237372707312681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/8467237372707312681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-i-just-finished-english-oral.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-462738618451156602</id><published>2008-08-10T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:43:10.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww this sucks. revising &amp;amp; studying &amp;amp; revising &amp;amp; studying. i think i may have to burn 1 billion barrels of midnight oil if i want to complete all my revision. i'm starting to think that its bleeding impossible.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone said something about proper time management so that you can study &amp;amp; have fun at the same time. i think its a load of bullshit. proper time management, in the context of o levels, should be used to describe managing time to accommodate as much study &amp;amp; revision as possible, leaving little, or most probably, no time for play! how can play and study when the o's are here?! siao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey you're not replying me.. how come? i hope it means you're busy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean i message you, and halfway through - or should i say just after me first few messages - you stop replying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your messages are getting pretty short and/or offhand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-462738618451156602?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/462738618451156602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=462738618451156602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/462738618451156602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/462738618451156602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/08/aww-this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-2855145976837361873</id><published>2008-08-05T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:21:03.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloody hell. i can't believe what's going on around me. either girls today are getting more slutty (forgive the crude term, i can't think of a more apt word) or guys are getting more shitty (this is an apt word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a history essay, my answer would be both. i'll tell you what i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking at yishun interchange today with weirong. there was this group of 2 girls and 2 guys. from yishun town i think. ok then i noticed this malay guy and girl among them cos they were standing while the others were sitting. so the ones sitting sounded like they were daring the guy or girl to do something. u know the tone.."ehhh..." that kinda crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the kid started wrapping his arm around the girl's neck. and put his face damn close to hers. i don't see any semblance of a relationship between those two. so he started like forcing her face closer to his. ok to me he seemed to wanting to smooch her. anyway, i was thinking "what the bleeding shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst part was that the girls didn't seem to be repulsed or anything. though she did pull back her head. BUT it was in a playful manner. almost as if she was willing actually but just taunting or teasing or playing with the boy. and she wore that expression of playfulness and even smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silently, i was sort of mad at them. how could the girl allow the boy to treat her like that? how could she condone this kind of behaviour, especially when it's happening to herself? how can the boy treat her with such utter disrespect and disregard for her feelings, or even privacy especially when it is in the open?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what kind of world this is. let a guy do these kinds of things on you. just gross. i really wonder if there remains such a thing as a "nice, decent lady." probably in elite schools (no discrimination intended) there still are. but the number is definitely dwindling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repulsive behaviour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-2855145976837361873?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/2855145976837361873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=2855145976837361873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2855145976837361873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2855145976837361873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloody-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-92289774410897976</id><published>2008-07-28T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:14:15.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=28624"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=28624&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have a look! guess who is featured! Pricipal himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has always been seeking ways to make himself popular in the school. in the class. now that he's popular, why is he so resentful? i thought he wants popularity; now that he has acheived it, why so grudging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he really doesn't learn from his mistakes. this boy - correction, kid - is numb-skulled. you know the saying 'one ear in, one ear out'? for him, its 'no ear in, shit comes out.' he can't learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what is the use of confiding problems in friends? he consults, but yet doesn't change. his mistakes are VERY obvious. anyone can spot them. he doesn't even know where he goes wrong. please. spare 4/3 from crapinpants like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey jia jin, if ever you're willing to learn and recify, come tell me. i'll gladly list them ALL to you. on my blog, of course :) you would do well with a fair dose of useful embarrassment. (if it penetrates that numb skull and thick skin of yours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*reminder to self - something about stomp's lousiness next time*&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey twin! haha. okay this part is also for you. ahaha. i read your blog! thanks!&lt;br /&gt;yea u're DAMN happy-go-lucky lah. no fair. haha. that 'who's me' part was just to screw john's thought processes up. hahaha. but he's almost undefeatable when it comes to stalking girls and finding out their identities. basically, he's a perv. right john? ha.&lt;br /&gt;oh and nevermind about the hellboy thing :) soon then, i hope. and i'll take ur advice. hey no i'm not the best. you are. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ah lian worxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzzxzzxz. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yea it would be boring anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my parents anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-92289774410897976?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/92289774410897976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=92289774410897976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/92289774410897976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/92289774410897976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/07/httpsingaporeseen.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-6104944310795636271</id><published>2008-07-27T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:37:36.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kay i have been quite bo liao.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just went to wikipedia and looked up some Latin phrases. some of them are really really cool. although i think it'd be weird to pronounce them. or for me to pronounce them, rather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;audentes fortuna iuvat &lt;/span&gt;- "fortune favors the bold"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ab uno disce omnes &lt;/span&gt;- "from one, learn all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acta non verba - "&lt;/span&gt;actions, not words"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ad maiorem Dei gloriam - &lt;/span&gt;"to the greater glory of God!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ad victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m - &lt;/span&gt;"to victory"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amor et melle et felle est fecundissmismus &lt;/span&gt;- "love is rich with both honey and venom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;animus onmia vincit &lt;/span&gt;- "courage conquers all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from anyone to JJ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aquila non capit muscas - "an eagle does not catch flies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aut viam inveniam aut faciam - &lt;/span&gt;"either i shall find a way, or i shall make one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aut Caesar aut nihil&lt;/span&gt; - "all or nothing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's only the A-series. imagine 23 more of these posts. i guess i will die typing and you'll die reading. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-6104944310795636271?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/6104944310795636271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=6104944310795636271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6104944310795636271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6104944310795636271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/07/kay-i-have-been-quite-bo-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-772160766395525646</id><published>2008-07-25T18:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:34:23.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i just decided that the previous post was too full of vulgarities like JJ and LAS. oops, i said vulgar words again. oh never mind. so i decided to separate posts for my TWIN! hahaha. who is of utmost opposite personality. that's a compliment anyway! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;thanks for your reassurances anyway! :) my self-confidence is always dwindling. but you've put some of it back where it belongs. thanks again. :) oh i just wanna say that you're the best twin ever too! haha. you listen, and i appreciate it. :) oh and your family problems, i'm sorry but i can't do anything about it. sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;anyway, here's to commitment and motivation! for studying! haha. good luck :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*i have typed out 1..2..3..4..5..5 smileys! record for me :)) okay now its 6*&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/5992319353341372770-772160766395525646?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/772160766395525646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=772160766395525646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/772160766395525646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/772160766395525646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-decided-that-previous-post-was.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-5280819658831293010</id><published>2008-07-25T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:28:48.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;today was...ehhh... so so bah. everyday passes as a stressed out day. sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;okay jia jin photo is on STOMP!! everyone go check it out!! dunno who is the bo liao idiot that did i though. but whoever it was, NICE ONE. i congratulate and commend you for your meritorious deed to the whole school. or rather, to humankind. they're better of knowing what DANGERS they may chance upon in this modern world. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;oh yes, i almost forgot about the opening of JJC! how could i forget. its such a prestigious college. mind you, college, not junior college. zai right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;JJC is Jia Jin's College. okay first of all, its located at goodness-knows-where. i think its situated in some remote and isolate potion of SGP. 'cos many people wanna raze it to the ground. oh well. JJC's just too popular and good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;anyway, JJC is ZAI. guess who is the Principal? Prof. JIA JIN! guess who is the vice? Prof. LAS PROTOSABER! HA! we took a class photo with Prof. Las and Prof. JJ in front. its gonna be cooooool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;and the school rules! sample:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;you must bow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; (as in literally, hands and knees and head touching the floor) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;when you see the Principal or Vice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; -- but oh well, rules are meant to be broken, aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;another is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;even if you fail the entrance exams, you will still be admitted to JJC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;JJC is affiliated to VJC. students wishing to transfer from VJC to JJC are encouraged to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;all answers must be written in chinese as markers do not recognize the english language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;. -- actually they are more like too stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;you must shoot the bir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;d (or point middle finger..maybe both is better) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;when you say thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;there are many more, but i can't remember them.. see the full paper! its best! haha. oh yes oh yes. JJC's motto is "Teach less, learn more. Don't teach, LEARN MOST!!" and "Making thanking and shooting the bird easier".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I WANT TO GO! i'm such a fan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;as you can clearly see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and the entrance exams..damn easy! hahaha. 'cos the questions range from the difficulty of "Prove that tan2x = tan2x" to "Angle ABC is a right angle. Prove that angle ABC is 90 degrees." EASY RIGHT?! but don't forget, you must answer in chinese. or the examiner will say thank you by..you know. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i'm trying to get the photocopied versions of the test papers. I KNOW ITS ILLEGAL. SO PRETEND I DIDN'T TYPE THIS. ALTHOUGH ITS IN CAPS. 'COS THAT'S WHAT THE PRINCIPAL AND VICE WOULD DO. stupidity personified. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fuck u JJ and LAS! *forgive my vulgarity, but its the only term that suits them.* :)&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/5992319353341372770-5280819658831293010?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/5280819658831293010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=5280819658831293010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/5280819658831293010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/5280819658831293010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-1933565486014031288</id><published>2008-07-20T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:47:17.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i've been asking lotsa questions lately. questions unrelated to me. like how long humankind will take to acheive space travel or how long will it last. its weird i know.. but i hope this inquisitivity is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm really sorry i can't help my twin. if i don't understand the situation, please don't expect me to understand.. i won't know what is going on at all.. yes we share birthdates but i don't think telepathy or whatever exists.. : i really wish to understand 'cos its quite frustrating to be unable to help in any way.. please don't mistake this as intrusive or anything of the likes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and thank me for the comment hahaha. me - geddit? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've thought of a few things to blog about but i've more or less forgotten them.. oh well nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-1933565486014031288?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/1933565486014031288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=1933565486014031288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1933565486014031288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1933565486014031288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-ive-been-asking-lotsa-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-5486617486595516118</id><published>2008-07-16T04:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T04:44:05.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. weeellll. 1st weird thing. is that its 4 in the morning. 2nd weird thing is that i'm blogging at 4 in the morning. 3rd weird thing is that i just woke up out of nowhere. not in the literal sense, though. but more like mentally.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay 1st of all (i dunno why i always like to use 1st of all), i'm really sorry if this blog has hurt anyone's feelings.. ok probably sorry to some of those whom i had insulted. with such vulgarities too. oh this DOES NOT, i repeat, DOES NOT include chicks and las. back to the point. i was reading someone's blog (4th weird thing: blog-hopping at 4 in the morning) and i sorta realised that my feelings and stuff that i usually type down probably hurts people and stuff, for those who even bother to read my blathering posts. so sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but well, after all, this is my blog, and i am entitled to my feelings. with this blog, thus the freedom to write them down. though, yes i admit, at the expense of other's feelings. i can only offer my 'sorrys', but that's all i can do. i won't stop, because this is the only avenue in which i can express so freely my feelings. and thoughts. parents don't really give a damn, friends - worse so (but it looks like its changing in one person), and siblings: they'd think i was destined to be committed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm sorry. i'll try not to speak too badly of others, and probably avoid using f***. probably substitute with fork or fish or farm. i dunno. but one thing though, is that i promise to make a concerted effort to view things more positively. cup half full or half empty? its half full now. this way i won't feel so negatively about certain situations or people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but don't blame me if i have my mood swings. its most 'cos of parents. my resulting bad mood will, coupled with other elements of bad-ness which i had so often blocked out, result in a black day for me. and my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i don't seem to see how unfaithful i am as a friend. i don't like leaving people in the lurch. neither do i do so. i only stop helping when i'm absolutely clueless as to what to do next. but usually i stick to those who will stick to me. because i am who i am. not because of what i have at the instant moment or what i have done or am going to do. i think i only have 2 such friends in this category. possibly one, seeing as the other one is quite a useless confidant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i have this friend. weirdly, this friend still consents to remaining friends with me. after what i have said and done and thought of this friend. tell me, if you don't favor someone, why bother to remain as friends with him? similarities? i don't think that would be such a strong holding force. shared past experiences? c'mon, i've already lost contact with almost the whole cohort that graduated from kcpps with me. it can't be personality, because if so, i'd have fans by now. joking. but i mean something like that, but just not to that extent. i refuse to believe it. its not even true. i know myself. so what is it? once again, i feel confused, for the umpteenth time this year. so why would a person, caught under such difficult and awkward circumstances, suggest continuing the friendship? only reason i can think of is guilt. or probably pity. but not one of those things that factor to a sustained friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just the other day in my mood swing, i had thought of severing all ties (friendship or kinship alike) with this friend. unless i find out what that aforementioned reason is, i still continue to entertain the thought. i'm really unsure as to what my friend may feel. happy, 'cos that's what my friend has been waiting for? freedom from this laborious friendship (or whatever this friend may deem it to be)? what? the most important of the 5Ws &amp;amp; 1H. its been playing in my brain since. perhaps it'd be better for the both us stop traveling parallel and start veering off our own ways. or perhaps my feeling's toward this friend may change over the years. i am really at a loss for thought now. much less, conclusions. if you read this, please do say how you feel. cure my disorientation. the only thing i can do now is wait. just wait and see. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*note - no profanities used during the course of creation of this post. none occurred in my mind, nor did any appear in the post. small step for my blog, but large step for me, i dare say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-5486617486595516118?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/5486617486595516118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=5486617486595516118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/5486617486595516118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/5486617486595516118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-4814887381098038590</id><published>2008-07-07T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:46:02.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayyy... im at the com today..so just as well blog..rite? gee i'm sorta stunned. cos of this 3 day holiday. hah. anywayyy... ok there's some beachball chinese drama serial going on behind me so i can't really think much..or too well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think jade seah looks..gorgeous? or probably the appropriate word is beautiful i dunno. but in the show she looks..weird.. face slanted and all. eurgh. hah. ok this blog ain't about girls or actressess. wtv. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay only thing worth talking about was last fri and sat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday was some 'be yourself day'? so we could wear home clothes and stuff. 'whatever represents you', so they said. bloody school! singlets, slippers and sandals were banned! wtf?! if someone is laid back and all that kinda stuff, then he should wear slippers right? so why ban them? c'mon, singlets, slippers and sandals are NOT 'INDECENT', so i quote. please lah, what is the fucking cat high's problem? lousy management is all it comes down to. other schools can wear all these things la. and they even have themes. our school is just a plain, mundane, boring, 19th century old school lah. i think they still think high pants and socks are the fashion?&lt;br /&gt;geek hak boon.&lt;br /&gt;hah. i just insulted the principal. there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well it was just normal school, except we were in more casual attire so it was much more comfy. then the teachers gave us gifts? like chocolates and stuffs? ms wong damn rich. haha. mr heng damn weird. damn englishman. haha. what raise our glasses and cheers to threee things? hahah it was all so england-ish. hahaha. but fun lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went out with my twin to study. and i didn't study a single shit at all! hah! ta-daa. so much for the library-escapade-to-complete-all-my-homework-by-friday scheme haha. but it wasn't a waste of time though..had fun.. being dragged around ang mo kio hub. heh. jokin'.. it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homecoming was shitty!! hardcore-fucking shitty! haha joking. ok just take away the 'hardcore'. still fucking shitty? ok ok 1st thing i went there was to meet with gyliu and moky.. the rest came later. so we went to play lan in the com lab. $4 per hr for 'early birds' compared to $6. YA BIG DISCOUNT SIA. guai lan still so ex. so played 3 hrs. it was fun! screamin' and dyin' and killin'. ok virtually.&lt;br /&gt;anyway if anyone wants to play DoTA with me, just remember that i'm a team player. ok even if im lousy i still play for the team's benefit, not for my own. i don't give a damn about steal kills, as long as its the enemy who dies. and i'm all for assisting. haha. i helped xy kill like 3 people? all in 10 seconds? haha but i didn't really give a damn who killed them i was whooping my lungs out haha. fun still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok homecoming still sucks. activities suck. food suck. games suck EVEN MORE. dunking is just to scam people of their 10 bucks. only hing nice was two st. nicks girls walking around. hahaha just joking. okay probably partly. *guilty. ah WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day quite sucked. so did today. except for th part where i went out with my family to eat lunch at sakura! it rocks. food rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay kay my dadis puhing me to go finish my homework. fuck la. stupid Os!!! oh well. till next time.. hope this week will be better! *optimism is key!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-4814887381098038590?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4814887381098038590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=4814887381098038590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4814887381098038590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4814887381098038590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/07/okayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-3793770684850027182</id><published>2008-06-19T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:32:58.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>imeem is useless. lol load so long. online music sounds like crap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow yesterday i just a damn unlucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok 1st i set off to school from home for that damn physics prelim. ok 1st i live in yishun, and when i set off it was fucking sunny. blazing sun, scorhing heat and all. cliche but thats the way it IS. then i was carrying my jacket and people were staring at me cos (1) i was wearing full school uniform and they look at me like i'm some retard cos its the school hols? thank you cat high la. (2) i was carrying a SWEATER on such a hot day. ok nothing much yet. i reach bishan and it was raining cats, dogs, cows, chickens and PIGS. i met chun kit, that's the only good part. haha. then we walked up the overhead bridge cos traffic light no shelter. duh. even as we cross the overhead bridge also can get wet. wind was blowing like 1000000mph then all the rain just went UNDER the shelter. fuck. so already wet. then wanted to take bus so go wait at bus stop. i didn't eat breakfast that day so i went to buy some cuttlefish packet thingy. when i opened it, half the bloody packet spilled out. on the floor. and the floor was wet. unlucky day for the cleaner too. ok nevermind. then 52 came and we dunno whether it goes to school anot cos recently alot of new bus services in bishan. so we skipped it. then 58 came and some cat high guys got on. we followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i walked out of the bus stop shelter for the bus door, the guy just stopped at the doorway of the bus and i was stuck. fuck. all the water from the shelter dripped on my head. i was SOAKED. when i got onto the bus, my hair was DRIPPING WET la. like i just bathed. then someone the air con was so cold. froze. nevermind. not enough right? the bus bybassed the turn off towards our school. it went straight on. FUCK. so wrong way nevermind, i remembered the overhead bridge further up front. then when we got off at the next stop, we looked at the overhead bridge. FUCK IT GOT NO SHELTER. so cannot corss road to take bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked through the HDB flats to school. got even more wet on the way. shoes were as good as i'd stepped in a huge puddle. so i reached school and ran to the hall. not enough right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms wong asked me if i had protractor. i check my pencil box. DON"T EVEN HAVE RULER! what the heck. so cannot lend cos cannot talk. nevermind later when i doing the physics paper i asked ms wong for RULER. she gives me a PROTRACTOR. fuck!! no scale! so nevermind i skipped question. then i asked chee shun sitting beside me and he shushed me cos he don't want to talk. actually he also wanna lend protractor from me. lol. so he asked ms wong. she asked us to do other questions first. so we did. then STUPID STEVEN QUAY SAY NO MORE LENDIND OF STATIONARY. WHAT THE FUCK I WAS FUMING MAD WHAT THE FUCK. then i was damn anxious so i ransacked my penicl box for ANY form of a SCALE. DON"T HAVE. fuck! end up i lost 3 marks cos couldn't do the question. fuck. so lost the mark. then i guai lan write there ' no ruler cannot lend'. shit i missed out 'fucking steven quay'. what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ended my unlucky streak. fucking unlucky. could be worse though but unlucky enough for me. sigh. but nevermind. one more exam then HOLIDAY! i next week don't need to go school! holiday man! heheheheheheheh for cat high guys only..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-3793770684850027182?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3793770684850027182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=3793770684850027182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3793770684850027182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3793770684850027182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/06/imeem-is-useless.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-7104665910610387841</id><published>2008-06-10T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:28:28.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>twilight rocks! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the below is a attempt at self-consolation, outpouring of feelings, and probably some contemplation of self-denial. for those who seek consolation or solutions to your relationship problems, this really ain't the blog to come to.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. fucking emo this few days. lying on the bed just listening to songs? i'm not sure if that's what i usually do.. SOMETHING has taken a toll on me. even my fucking DREAMS are affected. man, this sucks. hah. now i'm in some sorta cold war. weird, i never intended it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got a few questions nagging at the back of my mind.. i'd really like to ask them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were friends all along anyway, so i SHOULDN'T be feeling any different now this has happened.. but i do, and it sucks too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now my motivation for the Os have all but vanished. trying to find some motivation.. but nowhere to sap it from..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FEEL LIKE GIVING UP. drop everything. assessments, homework, studies, education. the whole lot of it. and just probably cut myself off from all civilization when i grow old &amp;amp; get the chance to migrate. i just wanna go through all that heartbreak again. i can't bear to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-7104665910610387841?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/7104665910610387841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=7104665910610387841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/7104665910610387841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/7104665910610387841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/06/twilight-rocks-below-is-attempt-at-self.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-4641883000032767957</id><published>2008-05-16T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:00:23.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like changing blogskin. get something simpler. becasue this one's quite messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there's something really queer about English. one is that when i'm writing/blogging, i just can't find the correct words. there, you've just seen an example. i can't think of a word suitable enough to replace 'correct'. ok probably its 'suitable', but i really can't find any better word. BUT when i read stuff, i often come arcoss words i'm fully familiar with. but i just don't use them. or rather, i just can't recollect them to use them when i'm writing. that's what weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, today was english prelims. i think i didn't fare too well? guess it'll be pretty boring cause i wrote the same thing as most of my other chums did. rest=die. why? my essay definitely won't be a novel read. i won't score high. damn. HOW DO THOSE BASTARDS GET A1 FOR ENGLISH?! tell me! i want to know! i got to know! or my O's will suffer the consequences. because my chinese sucks. you can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the situational writing. missed out a thing or two in the letterhead. i never liked sit writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i'm crossing the fine line separating rambling and randomness. i just upgraded to randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i grow up, i'd be a commercial airline co-pilot. okay, it sounds lame. but my reasons are much different from that of those primary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, the pay's high, real high. though low compared to the pilot's. i mean you get like almost $100000 every time you make a flight? and better still, you don't really fly that much, cause you're a copilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, its cause i really have a passion for flying. i feel that thrill whenever i'm up there. the sky's so blue, the clouds' so white and pure. really, clouds up there look real different from how they appear from below. everything's just so calm, so peaceful, so serene. you literally leave all your troubles on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, i want to travel the globe. i want to visit foreign soil, admire the views, appreciate the landscape, experience that sensation you get when you're in a country in stark contrast to what you're accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i haven't yet been to a country where there's snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th, a combination of reasons 1 &amp;amp; 4. YOU GET PAID TO VISIT THE WORLD. how good is that?! you earn money from doing what you like! that blows me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, there are complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, eyesight. but if i'm good enough, i may get LASIK. i still want to do LASIK anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, its not gonna be easy maintaining your copilot position. getting there's already hard enough, much less maintaining it. can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;captain: "you've been promoted to pilot, congrats."&lt;br /&gt;copilot: "no thanks, i'd rather stay as copilot."&lt;br /&gt;its just weird to turn down a promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd is the risk involved. i don't really mind it, but compared to military poilots, who do you think is better off? okay how many times do military planes crash?? i don't think ever at all. only i war. and i suppose war won't show its face so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th, if i happen to be in control of the commercial jet when it crashes, i'll feel REALLY guilty. that's if i'm still alive. but supposing i am, i'll live the rest of my life knowing how many lives lost from my flying. its as good as they were killed by my own hand. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i consider being a military pilot. i mean, you're in control of your own plane. if it goes down, you'll be the only one killed. you'll be responsible for your own death. c'mon, how big a burden is that?? but the pay's low (1) and you don't get to visit the world (2). but you get to fly planes that go real fast. can you imagine flying along at twice the speed of sound, Mach 2? its mind-boggling. there an added thrill. but hey, its the military, you can't just fly fast whenever you like (3). hmm. test pilot sounds good. anyway, one big risk is involved. well, sorta big, for people who can't afford to get shorter. you know, some pilots' backbones shrink or compress (4) by almost 3cm when they eject out of their cockpits. 3cm isn't that little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commercial copilot, military pilot, test pilot. let me ponder over it..leave me to my randomness for awhile..lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-4641883000032767957?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4641883000032767957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=4641883000032767957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4641883000032767957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4641883000032767957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-like-changing-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-6267593649289997436</id><published>2008-05-14T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:07:11.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i know my blog has lotsa glitches and misalignments and stuffs, but i'm just plain lazy to amend them. woohoo typical singaporean here; ask the government help me fix. ok i'm not that type.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talking about singaporeans, i hate those stupid ah mas that take trains. rush rush rush for seats. c'mon, we pay the damn fare too. don't give excuses like i pay money to take train so i must sit. its really lame. and don't bug for seats. you don't deserve them if you behave in these manners. i think i'd only give my seat up to an old woman if she didn't show any sign of wanting to take my seat. they can just wait patiently, someone will get u real soon and offer their seat to them. waiting 5 secs won't kill you or make you older than you already are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes, Broader Perspective &lt;broader&gt;rocks. its reasoning is just superb, astounding. here's an article i think everyone should read.&lt;/broader&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASCAL'S WAGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the 2007 TIME magazine debate about Science vs. Religion between Dr Francis Collins and Richard Dawkins, Collins concluded his arguments with Pascal's Wager. French philosopher and mathematician Blaise's ruminations on certainty led him to conclude that reason was untrustworthy and God was infinitely incomprehensible. Hence, faith in God came down essentially to a gamble for we were equally uncertain about whether God existed or did not exist. Based on his pioneering work on probability theory and the concept of infinity, Pascal's conclusion was that this was a gamble everybody was forced to take by default and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;since the potential gain was infinite life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it would be unwise according to probability theory to bet against the existence of God and potentially lose everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;- Broader Perspective, Famous Illustrations in Science by Nadja Mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;this is what i think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; should read. believe in God, guys. you have nothing to lose and everything to gain.&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/5992319353341372770-6267593649289997436?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/6267593649289997436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=6267593649289997436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6267593649289997436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6267593649289997436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-i-know-my-blog-has-lotsa-glitches.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-2536287183223354297</id><published>2008-05-07T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:50:43.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;shit. i've been quite prone to bouts of happiness or depression. what's so irritating is that the former is usually followed by the latter. that sucks. imagine yourself being joyful for one moment, not having a worry in the world. then the next moment you feel down, crushed, diminished, depressed. all the cold hard facts start hitting you in the face. like the fact that o levels is only what? a few mere months away? and then there's the feeling that you'd be unable to produce 6As. not to mention 6A1s. its just like when you're having a dream about your boyfriend/girlfriend, then someone splashes a bucketful of cold water straight into your face.&lt;br /&gt;it usually leaves me in a not-so-good kinda mood to last the entire day. and especially if there's those 2 morons in the class. bother, irritate, bug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's for the past week. now's a whole new story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;okay, Things that Make this Week Different:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;1) he has stopped bugging me and i'm really really pleased. and please don't try to put on a pretense and say its a joke. blasphemy. you done it, you admit it. don't squirm and worm your way out. anyway, i quite happy that you've decided to leave me be, cos now i know you won't bother me. and remember its YOU who started it, not me. get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;that IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;2) though its not the 1st point...but its still the most decisive factor for this week being different. because i went out on saturday! it was real cool. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;3) on the down side, there's an ever-increasing pile of homework. maybe the term for it is omnipresent. oh ya, omnipresent+++. it just keeps piling up; each teacher's now giving homework, except for sciences. and each day brings the assurance of another set of homework added to the already innumerable collection. they just don't relent, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;4) seeing those 2 bastards. always the same. and jia jin keeps fighting and arguing. oh no, that's not the correct term. i should be, more accurately, bickering. for him. leonard still counts as arguing. and why oh why oh why does he not realize that he is the fucking root factor for all the arguments? i think everything sparks of from the awareness of his shitty personality, so it make you feel like you really want to kao beh him. someone just punch jiajin in the face please. he already did so to leonard, it's time someone did the same to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;that's about it i guess. last week was just plain ol' tests and homework to greet you every time u stepped into school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-2536287183223354297?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/2536287183223354297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=2536287183223354297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2536287183223354297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2536287183223354297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/05/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-1663495843065534842</id><published>2008-05-07T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:18:46.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hear this, you sick gay fuck. i don't want to have anything to do with you. stop harassing me you mentally unsound idiot. i thought you were a nice guy, but turns out i've been deceived. so its not a joke? well you'd better tell me if its a joke or not before i really take action. so far i've been very very enduring, and you know my reaction to your sick actions but you still keep dong them? you know newton's 3rd law: every action has an equal and OPPOSITE reaction, just in case you don't notice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if this is meant to be a joke, you've got a really really really bad sense of humor, because i don't think its funny at all. you're ruining my days in school. you're making me feel really uncomfortable and i'm starting to get really fed up too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i declare that i'm NOT gay and do not possess any homosexually inclined thoughts about you as you claim to have about me. i'm a straight guy, i like girls and i'll marry a WOMAN when i grow up. i will not succumb to peer pressure either, so stop gaying around to convince me. asshole. fuck the hell off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-1663495843065534842?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/1663495843065534842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=1663495843065534842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1663495843065534842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1663495843065534842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/05/hear-this-you-sick-gay-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-7541750901719577697</id><published>2008-05-03T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:59:22.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid o levels. caused the present situation to be the way is is now. if its not one mock exam, then it another. and i tell you. i'm damn pissed with chinese. can they stop making us return to school nonstop just to read bloody essays? fucking useless! i can understand the concern huang mei lian feels..but mujun and yulin are..just mad. they can be talking about the essay one moment,  &amp;amp; the next they'd be screaming their heads of about catholic high boys having no moral values, no self-esteem, no sense of urgency, no wateva-the-fuck-shit lah. &amp;amp; they just make u copy &amp;amp; copy &amp;amp; copy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn. dunno why mac can't copy &amp;amp; paste in tis textbox. actually mac's functions only thereabout lah. no right-click, that's one irritating thing. &amp;amp; so many games aren't compatible for mac OS. this is a laptop, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yea, my parents rarely let me use the laptop. i took it without asking this time. fed up of being oppressed &amp;amp; repressed. &amp;amp; they always try to find pathetic excuses for me not to use the lap top. 'main com gt table'. ya, then laptop built for what? put on table only? it main aim is mobility right? then i point out to them the mac's so much faster so should use what. what's the point in having a high performance computer when you don't use it when you require high performance?? damn dumb. no, or rather, they think i'm dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well damn this day. cooped up in classrooms &amp;amp; homerooms. boring like heck. lemme go take 40 winks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-7541750901719577697?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/7541750901719577697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=7541750901719577697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/7541750901719577697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/7541750901719577697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupid-o-levels.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-814215221808978917</id><published>2008-05-02T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:45:58.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog was rotting..decaying..decomposing..wateva in blog terminology..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. lame week. though fairly smooth-sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday &amp;amp; tuesday all standard the same..then wednesday was weird cos thursday was a publibc holiday.. so didn't know what to expect or what to do.. i admit i was quite lost on the day itself. torn apart between watching IRONMAN or going home to mug for history test which was, initially, scheduled for friday. in the end i went home..did nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrusday was FREAKING boring. stayed at home. cooped myslef up doing notes on history..which i almost didn't finish. but i did, and once i did, i got this msg. 'history test postponed to next week.' i could've almost jumped for joy. but i didn't...doing so would earn me instant admission to IMH. ok i don't wanna be like hong wen..he smiles at his messages! haha. weird. today he was smiling away madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto today, fucking tiring. PE was..is it hockey or floorball? ah heck one of them anyway. not only was the court gianormously big, we had 2 balls to play with! and we estimated 9 on each team?! crazy being the defender. as striker, you only gotta watch out for the ball you're tackling or the goal you're scoring..or attempting to, at least. as defender, the only reason why you peel you eyes of one ball is to look at the other. defender not so slack after all eh? same for goalkeeper. hiong like mad. ran &amp;amp; ran &amp;amp; ran &amp;amp; ran..i was freaking tired in the end man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, &amp;amp; our class had 3 tests cancelled today!! the class was screaming, shrieking and srambling to go home, most of all. actually 4, but the last one doesn't count cos i pon it. heheh. chinese wat. sry la my chinese suck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more thing. i hate fucking arrogant bastards. of those that incessantly try to show off, thinking his 'spectator' is dumb and doesn't know all the tricks up his sleeve. i'm not dumb. i can see through your bloody actions okay, right uo through your ass. fucking bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. vulgar? is there anything wrong with being vulgar? fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. u. what? wanna report me? to hak boon? to hsien loong? or nathan? or you prefer bush? IS THERE ANYTHING WRONG WITH A CATHOLIC HIGH GUY BEING VULGAR?! no. heck, even RI guys are. think properly, look again. open your eyes &amp;amp; look at the world around you. you aren't that big, and i'm not saying that i am either. so stop boasting with your innuendos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-814215221808978917?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/814215221808978917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=814215221808978917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/814215221808978917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/814215221808978917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-blog-was-rotting.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-6318711498741856420</id><published>2008-05-02T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:22:14.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2008 POP...essentially 2008 sec 4 batch passing out parade..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/SBswtcfrWhI/AAAAAAAAADA/cd5cy8pbOEE/s1600-h/P4099875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195800152403302930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/SBswtcfrWhI/AAAAAAAAADA/cd5cy8pbOEE/s320/P4099875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/SBswtcfrWiI/AAAAAAAAADI/yEz-26S8HFA/s1600-h/P4099914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195800152403302946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/SBswtcfrWiI/AAAAAAAAADI/yEz-26S8HFA/s320/P4099914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/SBswtsfrWjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-qrVGkD4x0g/s1600-h/P4099915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195800156698270258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/SBswtsfrWjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-qrVGkD4x0g/s320/P4099915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/SBswt8frWkI/AAAAAAAAADY/FKzeyCbh-F8/s1600-h/P4099917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195800160993237570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/SBswt8frWkI/AAAAAAAAADY/FKzeyCbh-F8/s320/P4099917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/SBswt8frWlI/AAAAAAAAADg/tHlUBVOJFlQ/s1600-h/P4099919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195800160993237586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/SBswt8frWlI/AAAAAAAAADg/tHlUBVOJFlQ/s320/P4099919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too bad the pics are abit small..worse yet, its the last pictures we took otgether with those NCC Air kids..haha. though now i still sorta miss my former CCA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry this is way lag anyway. hahaha. cos i'm quite lag. i don't go blog hopping like john. lol no offense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-6318711498741856420?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/6318711498741856420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=6318711498741856420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6318711498741856420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6318711498741856420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/05/2008-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/SBswtcfrWhI/AAAAAAAAADA/cd5cy8pbOEE/s72-c/P4099875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-8006197992345993628</id><published>2008-04-15T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:47:54.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit. i've been quite prone to bouts of happiness or depression. what's so irritating is that the former is usually followed by the latter. that sucks. imagine yourself being joyful for one moment, not having a worry in the world. then the next moment you feel down, crushed, diminished, depressed. all the cold hard facts start hitting you in the face. like the fact that o levels is only what? a few mere months away? and then there's the feeling that you'd be unable to produce 6As. not to mention 6A1s. its just like when you're having a dream about your boyfriend/girlfriend, then someone splashes a bucketful of cold water straight into your face.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it usually leaves me in a not-so-good kinda mood to last the entire day. and especially if there's those 2 morons in the class. bother, irritate, bug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's for the past week. now's a whole new story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, Things that Make this Week Different:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) he has stopped bugging me and i'm really really pleased. and please don't try to put on a pretense and say its a joke. blasphemy. you done it, you admit it. don't squirm and worm your way out. anyway, i quite happy that you've decided to leave me be, cos now i know you won't bother me. and remember its YOU who started it, not me. get that IN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) though its not the 1st point...but its still the most decisive factor for this week being different. because i went out on saturday! it was real cool. thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) on the down side, there's an ever-increasing pile of homework. maybe the term for it is omnipresent. oh ya, omnipresent+++. it just keeps piling up; each teacher's now giving homework, except for sciences. and each day brings the assurance of another set of homework added to the already innumerable collection. they just don't relent, do they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) seeing those 2 bastards. always the same. and jia jin keeps fighting and arguing. oh no, that's not the correct term. i should be, more accurately, bickering. for him. leonard still counts as arguing. and why oh why oh why does he not realize that he is the fucking root factor for all the arguments? i think everything sparks of from the awareness of his shitty personality, so it make you feel like you really want to kao beh him. someone just punch jiajin in the face please. he already did so to leonard, it's time someone did the same to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's about it i guess. last week was just plain ol' tests and homework to greet you every time u stepped into school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-8006197992345993628?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/8006197992345993628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=8006197992345993628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/8006197992345993628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/8006197992345993628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/04/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-4474563994816481238</id><published>2008-03-28T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:41:04.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today's sports day was a fluke. it rained halfway. what a lousy day. damn sian also. but at least there was the LAN. saved half my day from total boredom. nothing much to say about sports day, except i got my face painted and, damn, does the camo paint sting like hell. it wasn't optional anyway. unless you ran and hid yourself somewhere, which i was too damn lazy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, LAN was cool. li song, kenzo, moky, guan yan, junren, and that bastard chicken. it was mostly fun, except it was sorta spoilt by the presence of that shitty asshole chicken. fuck jiajin. he can't play; that's my opinion. or is it a fact? i dunno. jiajin, you should be lucky that i'm doubtful. probably its your second time playing, but don't act like you are very zai can. he got 10 kills for our last game, iceworld. just on the border of a single digit score? walao. the top scorers got 45 or something la, quadruple his score. is got triple, plus 4. and he still thinks he's zai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when guan yan asked me how many times he killed me, i said probably 1? he heard and declared that he killed me 3 times. yea most probably he said it out of self-defense. what's does he want to defend when you got nothing to defend? anyway, he;s probably referring to the amount of times he killed me in the entire time we were playing CS. sheesh. then he goes on to keep calling me "shutup la stupid". must be self-defense. why does he want to prove himself anyway? his reputation has already gone down the drain (probably already entered the toxic refuse chambers), does he want to earn better rep by declaring he killed me 3 times, not 1? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh ya, he killed me once when i had 19 life. if its skill kills that count, take 1 off that count, its now 9. single digit. and i probaly killed him more than 15+ times, though he denies it. he's sort of a feeder. his deaths is like five times his kills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck, i just detest these kind of people. and he thinks he's popular, always trying to barge into conversations when he's not welcome or barge his way into the center of a group. i think he wants others to view him as the center of attraction. yea right. can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i won't go out to play LAN with him in the future; he spoils everything. if it were not for guan yan and moky and the others being there, i would've opted out. he fucking bugs everyone. and retaliates in the most childish ways you can think of. "teacher, he take my pencil box". "teacher, he change my chair, and its dirty, that's why i change it with yours". "fuck 你 la". "shutup la LOO", "shutup la LAU", "shutup la orgui". calling people nicknames still. 'chicken' isn't really a nickname, its more like a term the class has used since sec 1? stuck-up arrogant pig. oops not pig, chicken. can't stand him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hope i don't go the same JC as him. his reply will most likely be "ya i den dun wan to go the same JC as YOU ah". like he damn popular like that? like his opinion anyone cares like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if he reads this post, he'll most probably criticize me the moment the very next opportunity presents itself. he most prbably ramble on, converting whatever i said to complement himself and defame me. and when he's done, he might be that childish as to take to making fun of whatever spelling errors i made when insulting him? immature fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-4474563994816481238?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4474563994816481238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=4474563994816481238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4474563994816481238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/4474563994816481238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/03/todays-sports-day-was-fluke.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-3488516917414453222</id><published>2008-02-16T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:30:09.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;nothing's bothering me in particular today, but i'm not sure why i'm still blogging. its peculiar how some people can just blog day by day by day endlessly. do they think that much? i'm sort of shocked at the amount of thinking some people do sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;anyway. i just hate the way some people text message. their messages always end without punctuation. its like "eh whr r u" or "dun nid". its like they're sort of dismissive and a little pissed. thats what i can't help thinking. i mean, i think just adding in a "?" or ".." would make a difference. imagine "eh whr r u?" or "dun nid..". it sort of seems that the person is more of inquiry than expecting an answer. YOU are one example. you whom i always refer to in my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;another thing i hate in text messaging is ultra-super-duper-supremely short replies. 1 word or 2 word replies. like "ya" or"no" or "what". i think these kind of replies is like ultra dismissive. worse than those with no punctuation. its like wanting your correspondent to stop messaging you and cease the bugging. can someone enlighten me if this is one of the innumerable innuendoes of text messaging? forgive the spelling if its wrong, my english ain't that good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;well, at least i've been enlightened on the disadvantages of text messaging. one is the absence of physical interaction, lessening one's social skills. another is that you freaking don't know what the emotion the other party is feeling, which is then left to presumption. and assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups. that, my dad taught me. someone else mentioned it to me and boasted if i had heard it before.. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;anyway, back to real-time life. i hate las. he is so attention seeking. its like the most severe case of attention seeking i've ever seen. i wonder if its incurable. probably its onlt curable by FORCE. whack the bloody ASment out of him. i mean, look at the situation. eveyone hates him. its super evident cos the hate is expressed crystal clear by most of the class. he still has the effrontery to insult others when the class is wholly against him. and he also has that irritable audacity to barge into conversations which, OBVIOUSLY, do not welcome his presence and opinions at all. and when i hear the sound of his oh-so-fucking-gay voice, it suddenly seems like the sky has turned bleak. it just puts me in a very bad mood. looking at his undescribably ugly and haughty face scares the fucking daylight out of me. probably its true that looks can kill. ugly looks, that is. and seeing that pompous and arrogant way by which he walks (i don't even know what fucking reason makes him walk in that fashion) just makes me feel like knocking that living daylight out of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he's also usually subject to bouts of spasms accompanied with wild and weird sounds. oh sorry. mosts sounds are pleasurable to listen to. his isn't one of those that are unbearable to listen to. its just NOISE. blaring and untamed NOISE. uncontrollable or not, i wouldn't really know. my guess is that its intentional. so gross and obscence. all for the sake of attraction attention, which comes ONLY in the form of insults, abuses or curses. i'm not even sure if those vulgarities hurled are even vulgar enough for him. used on him, its more like praises, commendations and caring words. yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thats why one of the things, i repeat, THINGS i hate most is las. i'm sure most classmates share the same view. i don't understand why some people fail to comprehend the obscenity of las. probably they're too kind. okay, in the case of las, they are being damn damn damn damn fucking kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-3488516917414453222?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3488516917414453222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=3488516917414453222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3488516917414453222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3488516917414453222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothings-bothering-me-in-particular.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-701395583060041975</id><published>2008-02-14T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:23:06.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;valentine's day. who is this infernal valentine person anyway? or place or thing? i think its a stupid creation. although it can be celebrated with family members or relatives, i doubt most people do this nowadays. it more like for couples and those in BGRs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;can't be bothered to ask you out for valentines anyway. its as if you've entirely forgotten about me. u probably forget about my existence unless i message you. and you think i don't see the trend? that oh-too-common-in-collapsing-friendships trend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if you still recall, which i doubt you do with all that crap about forgetfulness, you proposed going out to study together sometime about 3 weeks ago. that was just a week before my prelims so i naturally declined. i wanted to wait till my prelims had concluded. so we decided on the week after next. CNY week. you wasn't available on tuesday, nor wednesday, nor the remainder of the week. so we called it off and decided on the next week, once again. here we are now, 3 weeks have gradually passed on. i'm still waiting. or what? you want me to take the initiative to ask you out? man, its not even a date, much less an outing for cying out loud! its just to study, isn't it? what so fucking wrong with that? i bet you've forgotten anyway. i don't blame it on your cca and tuition. but you go out with friends so often. you rarely make space in your schedule for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;in that, one thing's obviously obvious. you place me way below your friends. they're more important than me. i don't blame them. but i shows something. if i ain't in up high in your list, what good would it do if you're up high in mine? its useless; i gain nothing while you gain everything. life isn't fair, but i can make it more fair, though not fully fair, can't i? moreover, you don't give a damn about me, even on valentine's. you probably know how i'm feelling, after all i've said to you. i've not only hinted on my crush on you, i've even expressed it openly to you. and what do i get on valentine's day from you. no, not a rose. no, not a thought. no, not even recognition. i get ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;one thing i know very well is the opposite of love isn't at all hate. hazard a guess. you may know it; its INDIFFERENCE. think it over, and you will find it true. when, you love, you feel emotion. indifference is the opposite, you feel no emotion at all for the other party. in other words, you don't give a damn. and that's very well the opposite of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i think i should give up. i'm intending to express it to you soon. i'm just waiting for the right time, the right moment, and finding the right words. on second thoughts, i don't think i need to await the right time. i may as well do so whenever and however i like. unless something happens which changes my usually stubborn mindset, it will probably happen soon. not that you need to worry though; you most probably, once again, won't give a fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-701395583060041975?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/701395583060041975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=701395583060041975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/701395583060041975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/701395583060041975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-561546135459405563</id><published>2008-02-13T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:24:36.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;well its a LONG LONG LONG time since i last posted. actually, i use this blog only when there are some things that are REALLY troubling me. now is a perfect example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just can't help thinking that we are drifting further apart from our already far apart friendship. and there you are acting like nothing's gone wrong, like everything's perfectly okay. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;stupid stupid, damn, damn stupid. &lt;/span&gt;stupidity personified. i just can't bring myself to ask you what's wrong. probably i'm worried that it'll only worsen the present situation and bring about steepening decadence. everything that's going on between us now is just so hazy. can't see where i am heading with you. i finally see the logic in taking the other path. the one i've been ignoring all the while. its pretty obvious what that is, i'm quite sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;another thing. girls are weird. damn it, you can't tell much from their faces. well not even a little. and they just don't give the good guys a chance. i mean, look at the 'boyfriends' nowadays. its so damn clear that they've had who knows how many ex-gfs before! one thing's for certain, the number isn't small. 2 or 3 at least, i'd say. best scenario's 1 or 2. look at them! i mean, spiked hair, pierced ears, tongues or even noses. caps, skinnies. okay probably i'm judging them solely on outward appearance. but i'm sure they use fucking &lt;em&gt;clean&lt;/em&gt; language. what do they see in those posers that they don't see in the nice guys?! probably the essence of FLIRT. love ya now and scream 'bitch' the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;probably they think nice guys are too quiet or shy or whatever. but at least they don't flirt. and they are honest. they don't dress extravagantly. they don't swear excessively. what, do those girls looking that 'man' look in a guy? if so why do those posers wear SKINNIES? i just don't see what they see in those posers and i would'nt want to anyway. i'd rather see what they don't see in the nice guys. i guess the most complicated living and breathing organism on earth would be girls. of singapore, to be more specific. fuck the complexity of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ah anyway, you don't seem the same as you did in lower sec. i think you've changed. much. look at the way you sms. short but not necessarily sweet is what i'd say. at least that's what i see in messages sent from you to me. something's wrong but i don't know what. well something's wrong for me; it may be a-okay over at your side. found new ground to tread and trample, i'd surmise. good luck to whoever's next. got toyed with and dumped. now i'm what? your study buddy? an ordinary shithead taking the interloping in your life? some stagnant friednship. bet a whole colony of dengue mosquito larvae would be enough to entirely occupy it. fucking dumb. won't trust many of your type in the time to come. "next week". lets see if you bring it up next week, much less remember it. much less know why i asked you out this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hope my life will take that long-overdue change soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-561546135459405563?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/561546135459405563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=561546135459405563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/561546135459405563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/561546135459405563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-its-long-long-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-3302709880845724263</id><published>2007-11-23T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:18:32.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;jus came back from cameron highlands a few days ago. the place was so damn cold. cool too. but slightly boring lol. up there only got farm farms and more farms. lol got tea farm bee farm rose farm strawberry farm.. but the nicest part was the hike to robinson falls. somehow my family and i did the jungle walk no. 9. lol duno how we got there. then like almost slipped and fell of the mountain once. lol if i slipped i think i could've died.. scary sia. thank God nth happened to us.. so spent 5d4n there and came back on sunday..my dad did night driving on the north-south highway...damn cool. and ya. malaysia customs SUCKS. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now duno wat to do lor. wanted to go ice skate but didn't...i wanna go next time. but went to science centre omnitheatre to watch some show abt dinosaurs. lol weird show so short. den went to sit some simulator ride. SO SUCK! the graphics damn SHITTY! lol. dun sit the ride near the omnitheatre. it sucks and so is not worth your money. then went arcade and spent like 10 plus. lol. and got 55 tickets. lol neva redeem. den i went back l8r den the stupid shit at the counter dun let me top up my card cos i wearing ncc air pt kit shirt. freak la. jus now i play already wear den now then she notice?! blind shit. haha. didnt wanna waste my breath arguing with her and just left. den stone then went out with john and ABH. haha. then stayed overnight in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;shooting competition damn funny. lol john missed 13 shots! cant believe it haha must be the gun zeroing got some bloody problem. den gordon missed 8. *smacks head. that one i not sure whose fault. hahaha. and MINRON!!! missed 5 but FORGOT to shoot 2 of his bullets! wth! haha.too bad no more next time. came in 3rd in air, sea and west districts. not bad already la....i think. ncc air dominated the top few positions. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well now stuck at home. wanna play computer but father say cannot. sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and hey! your book! and notes! if u not gonna msg me for a whole month, how are you gonna get your stuffs back?! sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-3302709880845724263?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3302709880845724263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=3302709880845724263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3302709880845724263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/3302709880845724263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2007/11/jus-came-back-from-cameron-highlands.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-2658335849051208907</id><published>2007-10-27T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:20:12.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;this the class photo, thanks to ms tan. haha. she is zai. lol. from ivan and pretty weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIU89QKZeI/AAAAAAAAACM/VZXs2h6nCgU/s1600-h/DSC01179(class).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125682363368105442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIU89QKZeI/AAAAAAAAACM/VZXs2h6nCgU/s320/DSC01179(class).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why so squashed arh? and why we not looking at his camera arh? lol. i wonder where is the other pic. hmm. and as usual, jiajin's big, ugly, obnoxious and DISGUSTING face. hahaha. lucly LAS not there or else the camera spoil. LOL. nice pic anyway!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;nice. lol. never seen so many artistes before. haha. guess there won't be a next time. ah well nice last of school term day anyway! plus in shooting. back pain, arm pain, elbow pain. I NEED CONTACTS. im blind lol i scared later shoot that time cant see shit. then die liao. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;stupid MUJUN... mugy. make us come back tomoro. wlao i don't wan la. stupid. school just ended only...then want us come back already. aiya. i still gonna drop higher chinese la. no hope one. how to get A1 A2?!?! siao. stupid school, stupid china teachers. damn them. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-2658335849051208907?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/2658335849051208907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=2658335849051208907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2658335849051208907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2658335849051208907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-class-photo-thanks-to-ms-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIU89QKZeI/AAAAAAAAACM/VZXs2h6nCgU/s72-c/DSC01179(class).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-6991004059693563228</id><published>2007-10-26T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:50:00.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;woo! today last day! nice! got those mediacorp artistes come our school. 6 of them, Patricia Mok - 莫小玲, Felicia Chin - 陈凤玲, Michelle Chia - 谢韵仪, Michelle Chong - 庄米雪, Yvonne Lim - 林湘萍 and Vivian Lai - 赖怡伶. hahaha. the lower sec was like faggots. lol screaming like girls. haha. and ms tan! thanks alot! haha. some of the pictures i got below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125676212974937410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIPW9QKZUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7w5M9Njo-3Y/s320/26102007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt; All 6... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIP0dQKZbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/J7cZbhaWLbI/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125676719781078450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIP0dQKZbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/J7cZbhaWLbI/s320/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jia Hao &amp;amp; Felicia Chin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125676251629643122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIPZNQKZXI/AAAAAAAAABU/MVjFyEfyfbk/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Michelle Chia!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125688097149445666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIaKtQKZiI/AAAAAAAAACs/yzVTwkTqBVA/s320/26102007(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Patricia Mok &amp;amp; Felicia Chin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIPXtQKZVI/AAAAAAAAABE/UP3NrEuSfbE/s1600-h/26102007(005)+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125676225859839314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIPXtQKZVI/AAAAAAAAABE/UP3NrEuSfbE/s320/26102007(005)+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(dunowholol), Jacob Chin &amp;amp; Michelle Chong... eh NCC Air de!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIPZdQKZYI/AAAAAAAAABc/MlU_5BzrHYk/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125676255924610434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIPZdQKZYI/AAAAAAAAABc/MlU_5BzrHYk/s320/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felicia, Patricia, Yvonne, Vivian...(and sec 1s behind..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125676728371013074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIP09QKZdI/AAAAAAAAACE/DZE12EDM-LE/s320/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(idunnowhoisthat), Felicia Chin &amp;amp; Cody! lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125676719781078434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIP0dQKZaI/AAAAAAAAABs/qKjGWqEf8Yc/s320/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wai Yinn, Charlton, Yvonne Lim &amp;amp; Vivian Lai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125676724076045762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIP0tQKZcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X6uZvTbdP_A/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Felicia Chin &amp;amp; Ms Tan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125676715486111122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIP0NQKZZI/AAAAAAAAABk/n3HBDRIVbig/s320/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Felicia Chin &amp;amp; Wilson Thong...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;not bad la they all. i didnt wanna take. paiseh LOL. JACOB ROCKS. lol joking. doesnt mean u got post. hahaha. just joking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;still waiting for the class photo......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-6991004059693563228?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/6991004059693563228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=6991004059693563228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6991004059693563228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6991004059693563228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2007/10/woo-today-last-day-nice-got-those.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/RyIPW9QKZUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7w5M9Njo-3Y/s72-c/26102007(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-7936326397296342613</id><published>2007-10-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:23:35.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;damn it. jeff goh!!! AARGH! so last minute la. he just remembered that he hasn't collected the NYAA booklets from us. now he wants it by friday. DIE. my cip haven do finish, all the stuff haven write finish. die. now chionging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and DAMN. resident evil!!! NC16 cant believe it. darn. i wanna watch!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-7936326397296342613?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/7936326397296342613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=7936326397296342613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/7936326397296342613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/7936326397296342613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-6644518600675045769</id><published>2007-10-18T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:36:28.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why the hell is everybodu talking about results?! crazy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway finally got the class photo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122702237878680274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/Rxd-i0rbetI/AAAAAAAAAAM/93OJ1mDAsiQ/s320/3-3+Class+Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool la. tjj looks like some retard. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-6644518600675045769?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/6644518600675045769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=6644518600675045769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6644518600675045769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/6644518600675045769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-hell-is-everybodu-talking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/Rxd-i0rbetI/AAAAAAAAAAM/93OJ1mDAsiQ/s72-c/3-3+Class+Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-2773744240677697489</id><published>2007-10-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:45:54.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i just feel like wiriting more. i gotta do library CIP!! gotta finish my NYAA requirement. you told me you'd do cip with me. now you so busy do what shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i just hate people at mrt stations la. abit random i know haha but they are just irritating lol. stand in front of the door reading newspaper. then when the train comes, everybody lines up behind them. the, lo and behold, they don't fucking move. lol. crazy shits. they just stand there and stone. lol i mean, what the fuck are they waiting for?! lol last train arh? want to wait at least wait at the side la. retards. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;damn it my parents want me to start revision. crazy so hiong. some people already started. crazy. lol. im not gonna start anytime soon i think. fuck la. damn o levels. damn all the levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hmmm i tink its time i change my blogskin.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-2773744240677697489?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/2773744240677697489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=2773744240677697489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2773744240677697489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2773744240677697489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-feel-like-wiriting-more.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-1418124883192441180</id><published>2007-10-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:59:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;results are like shite. i deproved in maths. damn it. kena owned. and wat the fuck is wrong with you guys? so competetive for what?! like other people get higher marks than u then u will die liddat?! pls la! hear people get higher marks only den knnbccb and stomp away. WTF la. its called over-competetive and the spirit we should have is not that but its to be just competetive. plain and simple. there's no need to overreact right?! crazy assholes. oh ya and fuck chinese! yay. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and you again. why so cold? what is happening? and you're going back to tao-ing me la. still say not. all your replies are emotionless. short. harsh at times. like you're fucking pissed with me or sth. if you just tell me whats fucking wrong probably i can fucking do something. bloody hell pissed. fuck damn sickening la. don't leave me hanging its fucking frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-1418124883192441180?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/1418124883192441180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=1418124883192441180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1418124883192441180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1418124883192441180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2007/10/results-are-like-shite.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-1080709670790328257</id><published>2007-10-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:00:56.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;long time since the last post heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jus came back from chalet 2 days ago... DAMN TIRED. i cycled the entire pasir ris park within 1/2 an hour!!! tiring like crazy. then went cycling yesterday again!! to sembawang and woodlans and tuas and kranji and marsiling. craziness. now my legs are aching like crap and my bicycle is as dirty as crap. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;damn school waste time one. come back to school just to play games, shitty cyberwellness and watch some damn movie?! sickening waste of time. i pon everything except for lessons, cyberwellness and recess. lol cos they are compulsory, especially recess WHO DUN WAN GO?! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;crappy thing is that my mom wants me to start revision. wth la. CAN RELAX ANOT. wlao. parents are slightly crazy sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the most infuriating thing is that im so damn confused. people tao me, like she's pissed with me or sth. then the next thing i know she asks me to go out?! i mean, WAT THE HELL is going on?! i am FREAKING confused!! makes me depressed too! worse of all i don't think she gives a DAMN what i think. and its IRRITATING and DEPRESSING. argh. refer to the song 'jenny' by The Click Five. you'll get what i mean. and yeah, if u find me irritating or frustrating, jus effing TELL ME and i will get out of your life i effing swear okay? so jus effing tell me what the effing hell is effing going on! oh yea, its directed to you who likes this colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-1080709670790328257?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/1080709670790328257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=1080709670790328257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1080709670790328257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1080709670790328257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-since-last-post-heheh.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-1388421087323146706</id><published>2007-07-23T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T03:28:22.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WALAO! jus finish studying history. wanna cry le. haha. sian so late liao 3.26!!!!!!!!! today which is afterwards wake up at 5.45 so sian. i become zombie already la. tomoro onwards tests tests tests wish me luck. sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-1388421087323146706?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/1388421087323146706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=1388421087323146706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1388421087323146706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/1388421087323146706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2007/07/walao-jus-finish-studying-history.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5992319353341372770.post-2514970370207381614</id><published>2007-07-21T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:43:03.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;so long never post liao. ah. stupid library just accepted my registration. wait so long one. 1 week to 3 weeks. laggers. anyway can go do library shelving housekeeping already yay. CIP lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;argh. exams are next week. crap. i gotta go mug already. cheerios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5992319353341372770-2514970370207381614?l=not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/2514970370207381614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5992319353341372770&amp;postID=2514970370207381614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2514970370207381614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5992319353341372770/posts/default/2514970370207381614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-really-for-fun.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-long-never-post-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>edmunoloo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MuVYQkR3DvE/R8F8mLL3o9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/rGCRVWYqxvw/S220/033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
